And So It Begins
Part Fifty-Five
Jason wished that he could recapture the numbness he’d felt while
watching the dead bodies of his fellow mob soldiers get swallowed up by the
gaping jaws of the incinerator. He
had idly wondered then what type of flaw existed within him that would not even
allow him to feel sorrow at their deaths. Now,
he would give anything for his earlier lack of feeling.
He sat staring blankly at the monitor where only moments earlier he had
witnessed Michael’s death. The
only proof that it had indeed happened was a crumpled heap of brightly colored
clothing lying in the middle of the room. Sorrell’s
men had stripped the little boy’s body and taken it away naked.
They were taking no chances that Michael’s corpse would one day be
identified through the clothing he wore.
Jason grew ill once again just thinking about it.
Michael was dead and it was all because of Jason.
If only he had stayed at the safe house as Sonny ordered, Carly and
Michael would be secure and protected.
“It is not very pleasant on the other side, is it, Mr. Morgan?”
There was no pleasure in the guard’s voice.
“No doubt,” he studied his shocked rival, “you have never had to
know your victim’s fear and pain until this day.”
A woman’s screams filled the room and Jason flinched from the very
unexpectedness of it. “Help
me!” The desperate cries repeated
over and over again. “Please!”
Jason frantically rolled his head to one side. Seconds later his stomach emptied itself of the rising bile
that threatened to choke the stunned hit man.
The frantic woman was Carly. She
cried out to him and there was nothing he could do to help her.
His inability to rush to Carly’s rescue devastated Jason.
He had failed Michael and now Carly was soon to follow.
“Take a look into the monitor, Mr. Morgan.” The guard grabbed Jason’s chin in a crushing grip and
forced him to look toward the bank of television screens.
“Take a look at what you put into motion!”
As Jason unwillingly watched, Carly’s assailant climaxed noisily atop
her. The man, whose face was hidden
from view by a leather mask, rested against her for a moment before levering
himself to his feet.
Almost immediately another masked and aroused stranger took his place and began to lower himself onto Carly’s battered and used body.