Chapter 349 - Fire At The Golf Course (3)

Flashback—

Jason had gone to meet Helena in the jail for the first time. He was in dire need of money and since their bank accounts had frozen, he didn't know how to get the money from. He wasn't used to toiling in the offices. Helena always had use for him like her personal goon and this is what he was accustomed to. Ever since she had gone to jail, he had also gone into hiding. There was a constant fear that Silver House clan members might hunt and kill them. He was reduced to living with Niall who supported him by working at Wyatt's Golf Course. 

"How are you, aunt Helena?" he said as he picked up the line on the other side of the meeting area and removed his hood to show his colored blond hair. He was wearing thick glasses. His face was hidden behind a beard, which was also of the same color as his hair. 

Helena looked like a lifeless shadowed figure with hollow cheeks and pale skin. She looked demented when she entered the meeting point as if she was dragging her feet on the floor. "How do I look, Jason?" she asked, staring in his eyes. She had become thin and lost all her charm of the model body she once possessed. She appeared insane as if swinging between crying for comfort and fighting her internal demons. 

Jason took in a deep breath. "You look bad, aunt Helena…" he replied pitying her, pitying him. Life had changed drastically for them. "They aren't serving you good food?" he asked. 

"Not exactly," she replied, rolling her eyes, mocking his question. She found it odd that he had colored his hair. Since when did he start wearing glasses? He was looking nervous and darted his gaze around. 

"What about your lawyers? How far have they gone with the case? I hope they release you because your condition is really deteriorating." He could see how sick she was. 

"My lawyers aren't helping me much. They feel that I won't be able to come out for the life," she replied with a whimper. 

Jason pursed his lips. He cursed Dawn internally a hundred times. "Do you want me to meet the lawyers?"

"Sure, go ahead and meet them. I would like to listen to the details properly."

"I will," he replied. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jason mustered some courage to ask what he wanted. "I need m— money. It is becoming difficult for me."

Helena frowned. "Oh so this is the reason you are here. You never came here once since I got jailed."

Jason looked away. 

She chuckled. "What a bastard you are! I have to feed you even though I am in jail and you can't feed yourself even though you are on the outside. Wow!" She nodded at the irony. "And how have you come here? Won't they arrest you?" Suddenly she realized why he looked so different. 

He dug his pocket and took out an identity card. It was a fake one with the name of Mason Carter and showed it to her. 

She scoffed. "Aren't you a sly fox?" 

He shrugged and kept the card carefully back in his pocket. He looked up and found her staring at him with narrowed eyes. "What?" he asked. 

"How much money do you want?" asked Helena after a short pause. 

"About a thousand dollars…"

Her lips curled and she tilted her head to the left. "I will give you ten thousand dollars but you need to do something for me." 

Ten thousand dollars! Jason stared at her without blinking. Where the hell did she have so much money and he was not even aware? What a bitch she was. Over here he was struggling everyday and the wench had access to so much even though she was in jail and her bank accounts were frozen. Adrenalin gushed through his body as a chuckle left his lips. "Wow!" he said. "You are full of surprises!" 

"I am," she replied proudly. "So are you up to it?" 

To get back into was something he craved for. And the money was good. He would do just about anything. "Yes I am," he said with a smile that refused to leave his lips. 

"I want Dawn behind these bars. I want her here with me. Can you do that?" she asked very quietly. 

Jason's eyebrows shot to the roof. "D— Dawn?" he asked. Wasn't this woman content with what Dawn did to her? Did she want more doom? "Are you mad?" he almost chided her. "We can't touch that woman as of now. Don't you see where she has gotten you? If you raise as much a finger against her, you will be sent to the gallows."

She tittered. 

The jailer reminded her that only ten minutes remained. 

"Jason, I am on the inside. Who would point at me?" she leaned back in the chair. 

"Ah!" Jason couldn't believe the woman in front of him. She was going to get things done by him. And the task that she demanded was impossible. "And how am I supposed to do that?" he asked. 

"That I will leave to you," she said with a grin. "You are on the outside and you know things better. My goal is just one—to get Dawn inside with me. Now do whatever you want to and get her here, and you get ten thousand dollars straight." 

Jason shook his head at the woman's cheek. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I think you have truly gone insane." Saying that he cut the line and got up. He saw her laughing on the other side. He turned and left. On his way back to the course, he couldn't help but think where the hell had she stashed her money. If he came to know the place, he would steal it all. 

By the time it was evening Jason was pacing down the corridors of the staff accommodations. He had smoked an entire packet of cigarettes. When Niall came along with Bree, they discussed his meeting with Helena. 

After Bree heard him, she said, "I have a brilliant idea, but Dawn might not get into jail with that. She might wiggle out. However, the idea might extract good money out of Helena."

Jason passed his cigarette to Niall and puffed smoke out in the air. "Tell me." He had lost all hope and wasn't too optimistic when Bree said that she had an idea, but what was the harm in listening to it. 

Bree sipped on her beer and said, "The idea is worth fifty thousand dollars, and not ten thousand. After all, the woman we are targeting is Dawn." 

Jason laughed. "Fifty thousand? That bitch isn't gonna give us a penny and you dream of fifty thousand?" He got up to go to the bathroom. 

Niall watched him go and she said, "The idea better be good Bree because everything that we are going to do now will only send us closer to the jail if it doesn't work." 

Bree chugged on the can. She wiped her lips with her hand and smiled. "It will. But it will cost Helena. After all she wants Dawn in jail with her. Those are huge aspirations and cost money!" 

"I am all ears," said Jason as he zipped his pants.