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Chapter Forty-Four: Epilogue
A blonde man jogged across the street. He was huge. Built like a linebacker. He ran his hand through his hair, hating the feeling of it.
Why blonde? Why did I choose blonde? He thought to himself. Oh well.
He adjusted his glasses and sat down in a café, waiting for his companion. He looked around furtively, afraid he was going to recognized. But he wouldn't. He was far from home. If he could even call where he came from 'home.' It was just a place to live. To work. To get through the mundane realities of his life.
But he missed it.
Shit. Can't he ever be on time? I've got things to do.
With another look at his watch, he fidgeted. However, something caught his eye. Finally, he thought as he saw his companion striding down the street. He was wearing a black pair of jeans and a black leather jacket. Appropriate for the weather in Minnesota in April. There was at least one more good snow left in the air, but it wasn't happening today. It was bright and sunny in lovely Duluth.
The man in the black jacket entered the café and sat down across from the blonde man. "Hey, how are you doing?"
"Could be better. Got any news for me?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," he snickered. "But first, I need to be paid. I'm not doing this reconnaissance out of the kindness of my heart."
"Fuck." He reached into his own brown suede jacket and pulled an envelope. It was filled with $10,000 in cash. "That's half. You'll get the other half when you provide me with what I need."
"Dude, it's going to be hard to get that kind of fire power," he mumbled. "I'll try, but I'm not making any promises."
"Do I need to take my business elsewhere?"
"No. You don't. Jesus, relax."
"It's a little hard to relax. I'm wanted for the murder of my father."
"But you did it. Just turn yourself in and perhaps they'll not give you fucking death penalty," the man in the black jacket reasoned. "Why are you so hell bent on burning your brother?"
"Because he ruined me. He turned my entire fucking family against me. So, I'm going to return the favor. Information. Now."
"Fine. Your sister and your new brother-in-law just returned from Bora Bora on their honeymoon. They got married back in November in some quickie wedding at the Little White Wedding Chapel. However, they renewed their vows on Valentine's Day. After some brunch thing, they left for nearly two and half months of wedded bliss.
"Your mom is engaged to be married to a man, Marcus Volturi. I'd be leery of him. His related to Aro and Caius Volturi. They are not the mob but know some pretty lethal people. As far as I know, they're getting married in June in Tuscany. I don't know the date, but things are coming together quickly. As soon as I get the info, I'll pass it along."
"Edward. What about my lowlife little brother?"
"He's also happily married. And here's another thing. His wife is expecting. A baby. Due in August."
"Fuck. Now, you're going to make me feel guilty? I want my brother gone and you're telling me he's going to be a father? What the fuck?"
"This is a suicide mission, Emmett."
"Don't call me that! It's Mac. I can't risk someone recognizing me," Mac said, running his hands through his blond hair. "What's the security like?"
"Tight. Ricky and Johnny are still assigned to Edward and Bella. They won't let me near them. I'm stuck watching that stupid foundation Edward started. Fucking philanthropist. I was tailing Bella until they reassigned me. I think they sense something's up with me."
"I wouldn't put it past them, Kevin," Mac said. "You need to be careful. You're my eyes and ears to my family. Fuck, they're not my family. They're a fucking nuisance. Especially Edward."
"Yeah, um, he's gotten a lot more buff and he's received a concealed weapon gun registration. He also had some eye surgery and his vision is practically better than perfect. I've seen him shoot. He's freaky good. Plus, Bella, her dad is the cop. Detective Swan. You will never be able to pull this off."
"I don't pay you for your meager opinions, Kevin," Mac snarled. "I am determined to get my revenge. Edward has made my life a living hell for as long as he has been alive. He's a hateful, spiteful, evil man and the world would be happy to be rid of his face."
"Emmett, this is not healthy," Kevin said.
"It's Mac! You moron!"
"Emmett. Mac. Whatever your name is, you will not succeed. The money is not worth it. If you want information about Edward and Bella, you'll have to find it somewhere else. I'm done," Kevin said. He got up from the table and left the envelope of cash in front of Mac. He walked out café and to his car. Little did he know that Mac was following him. Once he got to his black Chevy Impala, he felt a strong arm turn him around.
"You know too much, Kevin," Mac snarled. He pulled out a gun with a silencer and shot Kevin between the eyes. He fell to the ground in a heap. Mac ran off to his car and drove away. Duluth was too cold anyway.
As he drove, his mind wandered. How would be able to pull off what he wanted? He just lost his informant. At least he still had the ten grand he promised Kevin. That would be beneficial. Mac sighed and continued heading west, away from Duluth. Away from Chicago. He needed to find someone who would be able to help him. But who? Where? How?
Mac sighed. He couldn't do anything now. He'd just have to bide his time. Patience was never one of his virtues, but he'd wait until Edward and Bella were least expecting it. That's it. And he'll definitely wait until after the baby was born. Mac shuddered at the thought of killing a child. Even if it was Edward's demon spawn.
Definitely wait…but where? He couldn't stay in Minnesota. He was the last person to be seen with Kevin. He'll be implicated in his death. Hmmm, perhaps the Pacific Northwest. Oregon or Washington. Yes, he could go there. Mac drove until he was halfway through North Dakota. He stopped to fill up his gas tank and picked up a map. He looked over the map in the Washington and Oregon area. He found where he was going to stay. A tiny town in Washington State.
That's where he would wait and plan his revenge.