Ringing, over and over… It wouldn’t stop.
His mother overdosed.
He’s going to think it was me.
He… left me.
He finally fuckingleft.
So… as it turns out…
Jonathan’s mother, Tammy Chevelle,didindeed overdose.
She’s dead.
And because of that, Jonathan is gone. He packed a bag and left in the middle of the night, with Joy Jameson and Harley Samuels in tow.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt emotions so potent.
Alright, Ihave. But it’s been a while.
Naturally, his phone is switched off—all three of theirs are. I have no way of tracking them, but I don’t really need to. They’re obviously at Jonathan’s house in Staten Island. It would’ve been my first guess anyway, but it was verified.
When I spoke to him.
Last night, after exhausting my attempts at texting and leaving him voicemails, I decided to try another approach. One I wassurewould enrage him even further, but that I still needed to attempt.
I couldn’t justnotspeak to him. The sheer impotence of not having him here, for the first time inthirteen years,was driving me absolutely insane. In all that time, he’s been the one constant in my life. Just him, and this fucking island.That’s it.
But one doesn’t feel right without the other…
So I called his mother’s phone. Hisdeadmother… Who, as far as he’s concerned,Ihad killed.
And after a few agonizing rings, he answered. Just answered. Didn’tsayanything.
“Jonathan…” I spoke smoothly, maintaining my composure, though it wasexcruciating. “I know you’re upset… Trust me, I understand what you’re feeling, I do. But you must understand, there’s more to this than you think. I’m… sorry for your loss, my pet. I truly am, but you can’t just run off. You belonghere, Jonathan, and I swear to God, if you don’t come back, therewillbe hell to pay…”
I had to stop and take a breath before I passed out.
“Yea… I get that,” he muttered after a beat, tone detached. It sliced me so deep, I had to grip my stomach for fear my gutswould spill out. “But it changes nothing. Do whatever you need to… Come here, try to kill me, I don’t give a fuck. I’m burying my mother tomorrow and nothing, not even you, is gonna stop me from saying goodbye to her.”
“I’m nottryingto stop you from—” My agitated response was cut off when I realized he’d already hung up. “Ugh!”
I called right back, but of course the phone had been powered off.
“Fuck!” I hollered, yanking my hair in my fists. Then I aimed a helplessly wrathful glare at my team; Yari, Kent, and Paulino, all standing by in nervous wait. “Get meeveryonewho’s responsible for this.”
They all gaped at me, terrified. They were right to be.
“Juan, Mike… Alejo,” I snarled. “All of them. Anyone evenremotelyinvolved in what happened to Tammy… I want them here.Now.”
Paulino was the first and only one to speak. “Sir, with all due respect, that’ll start a war—”
“Good,” I barked before he was even finished, my tone downright diabolical. “I willburyevery last one of them.”
Naturally, they did what I asked without further question.
It didn’t take long at all to track them all down. My men were putting in work; ambushing people, hog-tying them, throwing bags over their heads, and bringing them to the Isle. When all was said and done, the ferry was packed with culprits, all of whom were going to die, slowly and painfully.
