Page 57 of Borden 3

The fucks had been rounded up in their nest after quick intel led Borden and his men here. They had scoped the entire apartment of a shitty building. It was just a drug nest. Piles of dope was sitting haphazardly around the place, some of it opened. These idiots took their own smack.

“Took us hardly forty minutes just to get into this fucking place,” he grunted, staring over three of the guys who were shirtless, heads pressed against the floor, arms bound behind their backs. “You come to fuck with me, and you can’t even shoot straight?”

They begged.

Yes, they pleaded.

It was the same fucking story.

Once upon a time, Borden might have let them go. Only to come back again, with more of them. It was like they bred or some shit. Then Kate got murdered and dumped in the river and then Borden realised that extending mercy was a weakness.

Never again.

They will never get close enough again.

“I’m serious though,” Borden went on, popping a nut into his mouth, chewing it for a moment as he glanced up at Gerry. “There were just three of them in here.”

“Only three,” Gerry confirmed. “The others scurried off.”

“We’ll find them.”

“Already on it.”

Borden returned his attention to them. “What sick fuck you guys looking up to that would have you armed and thinking you have some kind of chance?”

Gerry got bored easily. He whistled under his breath, walking in and out of the room now as Borden waited patiently for answers.

“Are you guys the Dragon Ball Q?” he continued to ask.

They snivelled their response.

“What do you call yourselves?”

They trembled out some sort of name.

“Who came up with Red Mamba?”

One of them peed.

“I actually thought it was Mambo, at first,” Borden mused. “I thought, ‘Alright, I’m dealing with some dancers.’ I kept expecting one of you to breakdance between the gunshots. Waited for the ramba and the cha-cha-cha.” He nodded. “I might have kept you living on the cha-cha-cha.”

They cried they would do the cha-cha-cha.

Borden’s face darkened, his voice dropping to a cold whisper, “It’s too late for the cha-cha-cha.”

He ended them in three shots.

And then he went hunting.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Emma

When Paolo got shot in broad daylight outside a coffee shop, he had been on his break. Within hours, Borden’s men descended the streets. It wasn’t a typical shooting. There wasn’t a firefight or a threat of him encroaching upon gang territory. Paolo literally got shot without his gun drawn, without even a chance to confront the threat. There were families around who could have easily been in the crossfire.

It was a dirty way of fighting. Cowardice and cruel. A lockdown was in immediate effect and the people of New Raven were advised to stay indoors.

Borden closed down the club. We were in the safehouse for the first night. That was apparently the bloodiest.

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