Page 52 of Ferocious Nightmare

He came into my house, threatening me with guns, telling me to bow down to him? To suck him off? To threaten my woman, my future fucking wife?

This man had to die.

No one could come into my club and try to take it from me.

No. Fucking. One.

And the fucking Mendoza cartel was about to discover how ferocious the Kings could be. I strode towards Angel, grabbing his shoulder and shoved my gun into his mouth. “Time to meet your maker, hermano. No one comes into my kingdom and threatens me or what’s mine. You understand?”

Marie whimpered, covering Lola’s face with her arms, she pulled her into her chest.

"Coulter," Aster's once determined voice now pleaded for me to save his life.

"No, Aster. They need to know the consequences of fucking with us.” I didn't look at her, but at him. "Any last words?”

“Fuck you.”

I pulled the trigger.

---