C9 Chapter 9: Failed

And lifted Peter over and he landed on his back, Peter's fellow bouncer realizing that it was the man who had attacked Peter earlier, gave a straight punch directly to Jeame's face.

Jeame grabbed his punch and tightened his palm around his fist, his bones crisped and he groaned painfully "ooh!" he cried.

Peter got on his feet, and Jeame gave him a back kick and Peter forced the door open with his body and fell into the club.

Jeame let go of his hand and Peter's colleague grabbed his wrist painfully and shifted away from him in fright, his heart beating heavily.

Jeame walked away from them, Peter's colleague hurried over to Peter and helped him up.

Keane led Jeane away, she held his wrist, the feeling of anxiety welling her heart "where are we going, Keane?" she asked, he turned to her and pressed his forehead with his opened palm.

Keane face relaxed into a charming smile "to a place we can talk, Jeane, don't you trust me anymore?" he asked looking into her eyes searching, Jeane became confused, about what to say.

A man stood before two people tied together, he held a gun in his hand and pointed it to the people in his hostage, his phone rang.

He picked it up and placed it carefully in his ear speak!" he said, at the other end came a response "boss, he has brought the girl, and he is about putting him into the car" a man standing some distance away watching Keane leading Jeane away, reported.

"Good, make sure, everything goes directly as it is planned, no mistake" he instructed and dropped the phone, he squatted before the two couples tied together, they shivered in freight at their assailants.

"shh! everything is going to be fine" he said and brushed a lock of hair from Keane's mother's face.

A car drove towards where Jeane and Keane were standing.

"I am sorry, Jeane," Keane said, his face gloomy, and guilty. Jeane arched her eyebrows in confusion, trying to deduce what was happening

Jeame overheard the man making the call, he quickly quicken his pace towards where Jeane and Keane were standing.

A car drove swiftly towards them, Jeane instinctively looked behind her and saw the car backdoor, pulled open, slamming into her back, the impact forcing her forward.

Jeame got over there and kicked the car's door shut forcefully, the man coming out to get Jeane got hit and fell backwards.

He threw Keane away with a hand and dragged Jeane away, Jeane didn't understand what took place, it happened too fast.

Just then, gunshots rent the air, he helped her into an eatery nearby, the car quickly drove out.

The man with Keane's parents dialled a number and it rang, he fingered the trigger while keeping eye contact on his hostages.

"Boss, something happened and we lost our target" a voice reported at the other end, he ended the call and glared at his hostages fiercely andHe stared at the woman and man under his hostage and his lips curled up "your son failed" he snorted, and pointed the gun at them.

His phone started ringing, he pulled it out and saw the caller I.D, he decided to deny the caller audience but thought against it.

Immediately Keane got over the pain, he crawled behind a street bin bucket, he hid there till the gunshots ended, he quickly brought out his phone and called the man who had sent him to help capture Jeane.

He dialled his phone earnestly, feeling nervous and agitated "pick the damn! call." he slammed his fist on the concrete floor, his face sweaty and body tensed.

His hands shook in anticipation as the call connected "you failed" the mean voice came from the other end, he shuddered, fear kicked in.

"I did as you have instructed, I wasn't the one who got it wrong on my side, I fucking did" he reiterated, but the voice on the other end was silent.

"you failed" the voice came again, he suddenly heard gunshots, and his heart was ripped into shreds "no!" he screamed, and his phone dropped from his hands.

Old Man Bill was having his nap when a knock came on the door, he rolled on the bed feeling disturbed by the person disrupting his sleep.

"Sir, there is an emergency" the person behind the door reported, Old Man Bill grumbled, he sighed heavily and lifted his head.

He got down from his bed and strode to the door "what is the matter, Carl?" he asked, feeling a bit sleepy.

"There is an attempt to kidnap Jeane, but Jeame was able to get her to safety, should we send more men to help out?" His butler Carl proposed, Old Man Bill's eyes widened "you bullshitting me send down more men... no.. no.." he stuttered not knowing what else to say.

"get the police to involve" he suggested, "I have" Carl commented.

"Good, make sure Jeame and Jeane are safe, take the boys down there, I will have a chat with Chin," he said, and Carl walked out of his sight.

Chin strode over to where he had kept his phone and picked it up and dialled Chin's number, feeling overwhelmed by the news.

Chin was having a drug exchange when his phone rang in his pocket, he looked at the men in suits before him, they watched him intently suspecting foul play.

He smiled "gentlemen, how about have my money" he requested, smiling sheepishly, suddenly he foresaw some dangerous movements from his business associate.

"Fuck!" he cursed, and dragged one of his men beside him, and used him as wage, the man shot directly at him but the man he used as wage got the bullet.

Chin quickly pulled the triggers thrice shooting his assailants, three of them got blown by his bullets on their heads.

His men finished the rest, he sighed heavily, blaming the caller for distracting him.

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