End Game (Games Thriller Series) by J.E. Taylor

up now,” she said, her tone as cold as the wind whipping through her hair.
    “I’m sorry. Just talk with me for a while, okay?”
    Jessica took a deep breath. “Tom, this isn’t a good idea.”
    “Please. It’ll keep me sane for a little longer.”
    “What do you want to talk about?” Jessica sighed, giving in to him.
    “Tell me about my son.”
    Jessica smiled. “Tommy is the sweetest boy.” She turned on the beach and headed back toward her car. “He looks a lot like you, with black hair and your eyes.”
    “Is there any of you in him?”
    “Chris tells me he has my face. He says Tommy and Eric look a lot alike.” She laughed softly. “But all I can see in him is you.”
    Tom lay on the beach, the tears slowly streaming out of his eyes. “Does he have any special abilities like Eric?”
    “No. He doesn’t. But CJ is a completely different story. He’s the spitting image of Chris and my God; he has powers that put ours in the dust already. I can’t control him at all, but Chris, Chris keeps him in line.” She smiled. “He is amazing with them, Tom.”
    Tom snorted again.
    “Will you please stop that? You don’t know him at all, so keep your comments to yourself.”
    “Jessie, he killed people for fun.”
    Jessica took a deep breath. “Tom, don’t go there.”
    “You are going to marry a murderer ; how does it feel?”
    “Why don’t you tell me?”
    “It sucks.”
    “I’m in love with Chris. He’s the one I’ve been searching for my whole life.”
    “Bullshit. That’s just crap, Jessie, and you know it.”
    Jessica climbed the stairs to her car, the anger seeping into her. “I am hanging up.”
    “Don’t!” Tom yelled and listened to a dial tone. He pressed the send button immediately. “I’m sorry.”
    Jessica didn’t say anything while she unlocked her car. She slid inside listening to him breath e.
    “Maybe I would be better off dead.”
    “Now that’s a load of crap.”
    “At least you’d be safe,” he mumbled and stood on unsteady legs, heading toward the water. “I hear drowning isn’t a bad way to go.”
    Jessica transitioned and put her hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer to his destination. The anger in her eyes made him take a step back. “You don’t call me after five years and talk to me about suicide,” she growled and took a step toward him. “You don’t fucking do that!” she seethed, her hand balled into a fist and she threw a punch at him. It caught his jaw and he fell back on his ass in the sand.
    Tom looked up at his ex-wife with his mouth hanging open.
    Jessica squatted in front of him. “I can forgive a lot of things, but suicide isn’t one of them. Capisce?”
    Tom nodded. He reached out, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her to his lips, feeling the softness of them on his and then she was gone. “Shit,” he said and opened his eyes again. “Come back.”
    “No,” Jessica said and started her car. “I’m going home and you are not to call me again.”
    “Will you still be at the premiere?” he asked before she hung up the phone.
    “I told you I’d be there. Bye, Tom,” she said and disconnected the call. She dialed her house and Chris answered. “I told him but I don’t know if it’ll keep him from trying though.”
    “Are you all right?” Chris asked.
    “He mentioned suicide.”
    “Jesus. What did you do?”
    “I punched him,” she said and turned down the familiar road.
    Chris started to laugh.
    “It’s not funny.” Jessica pulled up to the gate and punched the code in.
    Chris stopped laughing. “Sorry babe.”
    He opened the garage door just as she cut the engine.
    Jessica took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, meeting his gaze. “We have to do something.”
    “All you have to do is say the word and she’s gone.” He snapped his fingers, silently willing her to allow him to let loose on Sharon Young Whitman.
    “No, that isn’t the way to do this. Killing isn’t the