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It's been a few days since the attempted shooting and Jamie is still in striking pain. But after having remembered a job she had due on this fateful day, she forces herself out of bed then gets dressed.

Jamie isn't one to slack off, but this is the first time in a long time that she's been injured pretty bad. And okay, this isn't the worst injury but she's never been touched or threatened in her life so she doesn't know how to just be okay with broken ribs.

Once in an all black outfit of formal sweatpants, a bralette top and a blazer then some heels, her bruises luckily gone and all she does is rub some cream on her exposed skin.

Jamie leaves her bedroom, walks down the hall of her second floor then lets herself into her weapons closet - she grabs firstly a bag, before beginning to fill it with all the equipment she'll need.

Now packed up, Jamie goes to her car, a parked Porsche and gets in, entering her location in the GPS and making a speedy journey there.

.....

"Hitter. She's gone somewhere." Crow stands then walks to her main computer, entering the license plate of Jamie's Porsche then hacking her way into the system and finding the location. "I've got an active location, which I'm sending to you now."

.....

Jamie doesn't only kill with a gun, sometimes, she strangles, stabs, slits, pushes, drowns and etcetera just as long as it gets the job down the right way.

Today, she's going to poison, because she wants to be in and out and she's not in the mood for blood.

Going up the stairs of the law firm building, she goes to the front desk and asks for a meeting with her target.

~•Jamie POV•~

"Hi, I'm here to see Russell Kilpatrick." I say with a polite smile, and the woman at the front desk asks if I have an appointment and I nod. "I'm under the name Jasmine Davenport."

"Would you look at that. You're a few minutes early, but I can have someone take you to his floor to wait."

"That would be lovey, thank you." She nods, picking up her desk phone and dialing someone. She continues to smile at me and waves two fingers at me, letting me know it'll just take two secs, I nod, taking a step back and looking around.

It's one of those fancier law firms, where you come if you have to cash in a favour or you live with an overflowing bank account. It's beautiful though, the building.

With revolving front doors with gold paneling to go with the black and gold detailing all over, a naked paved flooring in place, making it look unfinished but also sophisticated.

"Would you look at that Miss. Davenport. Mr. Kilpatrick will see you now."

I'll be the last person her sees. "Thank you again." With a wave and a smile, I go to the glass elevator situated in the middle of the first floor then have it take me to the twelfth, stepping out then I find his office and knock.

He calls for me to come in so I push the door open then step inside, my heels meeting soft carpeted floor and I smile. "Hi, I'm here-"

"Jasmine Davenport. Please have a seat, I'll fetch us some water." Standing while I sit across from his desk, he goes to a mini fridge in the corner then grabs two bottles and hands me one. I thank him then interlace my fingers.

"What can I do for you?" He smiles widely and I furrow my eyebrows and turn my lips down, before shaking my head and presenting a fake case of how my 'company' (which doesn't exist) 'is getting sued'.

"Wow. How long have you had the place?"

"A couple months now. I know, it's ridiculous." I hide behind my hand from embarrassment and he chuckles then lowers it, flashing me a smile which I timidly return.

"These things happen all the time when people see your seed growing and they just, haven't figured what sort of fertilizers work yet."

"Are we talking about crap?" I burst out in once again, fake laughter and he joins in like I've said the funniest thing ever when it's hardly that way. "Let me fix our waters, you didn't happen to have some ice did you?" I raise an eyebrow and he nods, standing and goes to a bucket of ice in the corner while I reach across the table to tap the white powder I had in my purse, but the door is thrown open so I withdraw.

"Don't do it James." I stand and swivel around at the sound of my name then scoff when my eyes are met with the familiar towering frame of my personal stalker.

"What I Do in my personal life doesn't concern you, Hitter." I hiss at him as I clutch the poison in my hand, forgetting all about the man standing behind them as her anger rages.

"I do, when you're about to make a mistake."

"You're a controlling son of a bastard." I turn with a scowl, then meet the wide eyes of Russell Kilpatrick then I pull a gun out of my jacket to finish this quickly but Hitter wraps his arms around me, his body pressing against mine as he grips my hand holding the gun.

"Stop it James."

"Leave me alone. I'm sick of you guys intruding into my life." At this point, I know I'm close to my breaking point, of admitting why I'm so angry really as I shake in his arms.

"James? If your name isn't Jasmine then can I count on you being James?" Russell asks, glancing between my gun and my face. His words don't quite register and I nod. "I've been looking for you for so long, what a coincidence. Your mother left you something, I have a few things to discuss with you."

Either this guy is stupid or he's trying to get shot. Except that's the last thing on my mind as a whisper leaves my lips, "My mother?" The gun drops out of my now limp hand and lands into S.H's one.

"Yes. Connie Prescott. Here, take this." Going to his desk, he searches through the drawers until he finds a blue file which he gives to me. I flip it open with shaking hands then find a birth certificate with my name, parents listed as, "Connie and Emerson Prescott are my birth parents?" I ask and Russell nods.

Hitter takes my arm in his hold then pulls me out of the office, my feet stumbling, causing me to nearly lose balance as my knees shake and I sink into the ground next to the elevator when I feel like I can't hold my weight anymore.

"You knew, and you didn't say anything." I state, clutching the file in my hands as I turn my gaze up at Hitter who stares down at me, his eyes the only window into his nonexistent emotions."This was NOT your secret to hold."

"I know."

"You know? You know?" I shake my head, place my hand on the wall then stand, shoving past him, my shoulder bumping his as I go to the emergency stairs, running down them as quick as I can, gripping the railing hard as well until I finally make my way outside, sucking in huge gulps of air.

"We were trying to spare you pain." Hitter's voice drifts in from behind me and I feel something wet slide down my cheek but I quickly wipe it away before it can leave a print.

"You know nothing about me." I say weakly, knowing well that I've probably said those words every time I saw him.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't think you are."

"I am." I turn to him, casually leaning against the wall as he watches me fall apart.

"Is she really dead?"

"Your birth mother?" I nod. "Yes, she died a few months ago of cancer."

"Oh my gosh." An unrecognisable pain strikes my chest and I crouch low, covering my face with my hands as I sob into them.

I wail like a child, I wail like an innocent who hasn't caused pain on others and wish I didn't get out of bed today. My eyes are closed and my face is pushed into my arm as my shoulders shake and I cry.

My arms are grabbed before I'm pulled into tense arms, then he's holding me and I don't have enough power to push him back as my arms circle around his back, his spicy male scent dominating my senses and I step closer and push into him.

~•Wolf•~

I didn't think she'd actually be sad about it, or at least this sad, which I don't think she is, more of in shock but...she's hurt by something.

My hand is holding the back of her head as she cries her makeup off onto my shoulders and I wonder what to do now.

Call her mom? Her sisters? Even Crow would be able to help better than me in this situation.

I clear my throat then force words out of my mouth, "Would you like me to take you somewhere?" I ask and she shakes her head, never lifting her face from my jacket. "Do you want me to call someone instead?" She shakes her head again so I just nod and tighten my arms around her as we stand in the emergency stairwell. "Okay."

*****

After holding Jamie in his arms for hours, Hitter was finally able to take her to his car then convince her to let him drive her to her mom's.

Jamie wipes her makeup off using wipes she retrieved in her bag as he drives, revealing her soft skin, traveling puffy eyes and cheeks, red from crying once she's bare faced.

They drive in silence, and because it's a bit of a travel, Jamie ends up opening the file absently and flipping through the contents, finding her signed away of rights papers the Prescotts signed, along with the ones Yasmine did claiming the rights.

But then she finds a hand written letter from Connie and she picks it up then reads it.

Dear Jamie, I finally found out what your name ended up being.

I'm sorry, for not being there.
I'm sorry for not keeping you.
I'm sorry for giving you up. I didn't want to, but it was the right thing to do at the time.
I'm sorry for not knowing you, or seeing how you would have grown.
I'm sorry.
I know it's far from enough, but there are a few things I left for you, because by the time you're reading this, I'm gone.
I did love you, even though I only saw you for a second when you came out of me. I loved you.

Love,
Connie. P.

"Oh my gosh." Jamie says, folding the paper again and stuffing it into the envelope as she rubs at her aching head, tears filling the the outer corners of her eyes again but she just turns to the window so he isn't looking at her again.

She sniffs as she buries both hands in her hair, bending forward and touching her forehead against the cool glass in attempt to calm her anxiety. Why now? Why now?

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