Chapter 63 A physco
\[Years Ago\]
"I don't think I can until I repay you," young Jameson said. "With my life," he added, and Diego frowned.
"Stop saying nonsense and fuck off. Should I break your bones too?" Diego glared.
"No, you won't," Jameson chuckled. Diego's face loosened a little, and he stared closely at Jameson's face.
"Have we met?" Diego's question caught him off guard.
"Not really," Jameson replied.
"You're the boy from the hospital," Diego cut in. He had seen Jameson when he was rushed into the hospital when he regained consciousness for a second. Diego added, "I knew I knew you from somewhere."
"Ha," Jameson scratched his head awkwardly. "Can we be friends then?"
"No," Diego replied firmly and began to walk away.
"Why?"
"You'll die."
"Aww, so you care about me."
"No, I don't!" Diego snapped at him. "You don't owe me anything. Don't make me regret saving you back there. Maybe I should have left the boys to beat you up."
"But you didn't. I'm stuck with you, bro."
"Don't call me that."
"You hungry?"
"The hell?" Diego raised a brow, but his stomach growled afterward.
"See?" Jameson chuckled while Diego only stared. Soon, both boys were eating together. Jameson was busy talking about himself. Diego found him to be a talkative but didn't stop him; instead, he felt surprisingly cool around him.
"I know how unfair the world might have treated you, so I'll fight by your side, Diego," Jameson stated one day.
Diego sighed and faced him. "You'll die in a second in my war. You're so weak."
"I'm in a taekwondo class. I've built up my muscle," Jameson said, showing his small muscle to Diego.
Diego stared at him for a while. "Fine, if you impress me, I'll be your friend."
Jameson's eyes widened, and his face lit up in excitement. "Promise?"
"I promise," Diego replied with a smirk.
During lunch, a bully slapped Jameson while he was eating.
"Are you enjoying that food you're eating so much, dickface?" The boy scoffed and began to leave.
Jameson suddenly poured his food on the boy's head, leaving the plate covering his head.
"What did you..." The boy started to snap.
"Are you enjoying bathing in that food, pencil dick?" Jameson smirked and left the cafeteria while the other students laughed.
Diego watched the scene silently. Jameson had just messed with the most feared guy in the school. Cleaning his face, the boy immediately followed Jameson and saw him entering the staff restroom, then blindly followed too.
Upon entering, he hit Jameson to the floor and began to kick him in the stomach.
The door of one of the restrooms opened, and the bully's father appeared. He was a respected politician, thinking his son was a well-behaved student, but he was wrong, seeing the scene.
"Dad?" The boy's face contorted into shock and fear.
The man stepped forward, and Jameson pretended to be in so much pain by crying out. The man got upset and slapped his son immediately.
"What a disgrace. I thought you were well-behaved, but instead you bully those below you!" the man roared.
The matter circulated the school, and the boy was suspended, along with other bullies.
"Hmm, nice, but I hope you know they'll come after you after school," Diego said to Jameson.
"Of course I do. I have another plan," Jameson smirked.
Just as he had expected, the boys came after him when he began walking into an empty street. Jameson dropped his bag and faced them. The taekwondo skills he was acquiring should be put to use now.
As the boys attacked, Jameson swiftly dodged and made his attack instead. The boys were shocked at Jameson's sudden change. The fight went on for a few minutes until all of them were down.
Jameson smirked, diving both hands into his small pocket.
"Job done," he mumbled. Remembering something, he gasped. "Oh no, I forgot to record the fight. Gosh, will Diego believe me?" he mumbled lowly and turned to leave, but Diego appeared all of a sudden.
"Argh!" Jameson jumped. "Why did you sneak up like that?"
"Good job," Diego smirked.
"Huh?" Jameson asked, wondering if he heard him right.
"Friend?" Diego asked, stretching his hand for a handshake. Jameson accepted it immediately with a broad grin.
"Friend!"
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Jameson threw his head backward, hearing the intense gunshots coming from the men and Diego. Tears crept down his face, feeling guilty. Einstein was right, he was regretting it. He was regretting it so badly.
He is a bad friend for hiding such important information from him.
His eyes slowly rolled back into their sockets as he passed out.
Diego shot the last one outside the place in the head and took a deep breath. He rushed towards Jameson and carried him on his back.
Yazmine and Aiden rushed into the place. Yazmine's heart skipped a beat, seeing Jameson's condition. Aiden took Jameson from Diego.
"Call the ambulance immediately," Diego ordered and went back in.
Yazmine did so immediately. It took them two minutes before they arrived.
Jameson was placed on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face as the doctor began the first aid.
Yazmine looked back at the restricted area. She recalled the look on Diego's face. That look screamed anger and deadly intention. The man was surely going to destroy the place, so she need not worry.
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Meanwhile, Phoenix had a large grin on her face as she shot mercilessly with her big gun at the men coming towards her. They were all going down, with their bodies flying out and blood spilling everywhere.
The scene was horrific, and she loved it!
"She's a psycho," Jackie didn't know when those words fell from her lips. Her hands covered her ears from the loud gunshots, which stopped after a while.
"Thanks for the compliment, baby," Phoenix said to Jackie and winked at her.
Candy was quiet the whole time. Bitch number one?
"Bitch 17," she remembered the name Diego called his sex partner. Could Phoenix be...
Candy shook her head, not wanting to think of anything else. Soon, they all got out.
Henry, on the other hand, was all tied up and being dragged by the men that followed Phoenix.
"Jackie, you alright?" Candy asked, staring at the small blood on her forehead.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. Thanks for coming for me. Though I'm still upset you didn't tell me you're married to Mr. President..."
Phoenix's gunshot interrupted her words as they both covered their ears.
"She's so loud. How come we didn't hear any gunshots before she came?" Jackie asked.
"That's because I use silent pistols," Phoenix replied, hanging her large gun over her shoulder. She then pulled out two silent pistols and shot two men before looking back at Jackie.
"Wow, I think I like you," Jackie mumbled.
Phoenix's eyes met with Candy's, but she said nothing and continued her work. Diego's call came in.
"Hello, Devil," Phoenix answered, shooting another man down.
"Is she alright?" Diego asked over the phone, his voice hoarse.
"Don't you trust me, baby?" Phoenix asked, making it loud enough for Candy to hear.
"Don't start, Phoenix," Diego warned. "Give the phone to my wife."
Phoenix turned to Candy and stretched the phone to her. "He wants to speak with you." Without a word, Candy took it from her.
"Hey, wife... you alright?" he asked lightly, but Candy could sense the anger in it. Mr. Henry must have pushed him too far.
"I'm fine. What about you? And also Jameson?"
Jackie shifted her gaze to Candy, wanting to know his reply.
"He is at the hospital. I'll meet you when I'm done with these assholes," he said.
"Be careful, hubby. I love you," Candy made sure her voice was loud enough for Phoenix to hear.
Phoenix smirked amusingly.
"Here, thanks," Candy handed the phone back to
her.
"We'll be such good friends, Candence," Phoenix said.
"It's Candy," Candy retorted. Phoenix only kept quiet and continued her work.
Jackie asked about Jameson, and Candy told her his situation. They decided to visit after the fight.