“Nothing…Just needed to hear your voice” I simply answer, my voice catching at the end.
“Are you alright sweetie?” She asks concerned. It’s in her voice.
I smile at the pet name she has had for me since I was kid.“I’m okay, just stressed with work. That’s all”
“You work too much. You need to take a vacation or something. It’s not like you can’t afford it” she chuckles.
I hear shuffling, then the unmistakable sound of pots and pans. She was either cooking or baking. I can bet all my damn money that she was baking. She loved baking more than anything.
“I’ll take a vacation when things settle…there’s just so much going on right now” I partly lie.
With the pending doom that was hanging over me, I doubt I will ever get that vacation. I’m not a good person. I fucking know that, but it doesn’t stop me from praying that things go my way.
“Fine.” She gives in. “But at least take a weekend off and just relax. It will be good for you. It’ll clear your mind and give you a chance to look at things from a whole new perspective” she advices.
This is one of the reasons why I fucking love my mom. She has the best advices. She’s one of the few intelligent women I know and she doesn’t shy away from showing it.
She is right. Since there was nothing I can do right now about the hitman I hired, maybe I should take a break. One weekend won’t hurt.
“Thanks mom…I really needed to hear that” I tell her gratefully.
I loved the woman more than life. She was just the fucking best and no words can explain what she means to me.
“Anytime sweetie, you know I love” she says after a heart beat.
“I love you too, mom” I whisper, feeling fucking emotional all of a sudden.
He told me that he liked playing with his victims before he finally killed them. Just like a cat plays with a mouse. He said he likes instilling fear in his victims before ending them.
Since then, he has been quiet. Planning. He hasn’t revealed his plan and he disappeared a week ago. I’m clueless about what he plans to do and that freaks me out.
“Well!” I snap, when after a minute or so, he still hasn’t said anything.
“We managed to trace him and by what we’re collecting, he has Ava” he says in one breath.
The air gets stuck in my lungs, before I finally release it. I heave a sigh and stand up.
I take my gun. "Send me the location" I tell him before hanging up
It was time to finish this once and for all.

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