Page 120 of Deuce

They all nodded in agreement. We left the warehouse and piled into the fleet of blacked out SUVs. Every car was locked and loaded with weapons. As we filed out of the parking lot, I knew we were about to paint the city red tonight.

The Warehouse

Eight guards.

Eight snipers.

I smiled to myself as all eight bodies dropped at the same time. They never had a chance. As me and the rest of the crew made our way to the front door, my uncle nudged me.

“I’ve already put in a call to my connect in Colombia to let him know Eduardo was stepping on his turf. He gave to green light to do what you need to do, and he would handle the rest on his end.”

“Bet.”

I instructed my father, uncle, and my brothers to come with me to get Salima while everybody else covered us. I could hear voices coming from below as we made our way toward them. I stepped out onto the ledge overlooking the warehouse floor, my eyes frantically scanning the room for Salima.

She was nowhere to be found, there stood Eduardo, Mirron, Pearson, and about twenty other men. I didn’t see guns, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think they didn’t have them. Mirron looked up at me and smirked.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” he said. Raising his hands.

I was quiet as I descended the stairs. The closer I got to him, the more enraged I felt. It took everything in me not to point my gun at him.

“Where is she?” I asked calmly.

“You’ll get her soon enough. Business first. Now, the last time I spoke to you, I asked you for something.”

My Uncle laughed. “You think I’m about to let you sell that bullshit Eduardo is pushing on my streets? Didn’t I tell you a long time ago this shit ain’t for you, Mirron?”

“That’s the thing. All of you muthafuckas think you run this city and everyone in it. You think people are just gonna bow down to you because you’re Blake Dillinger?”

“You know my fucking name and how I get down.”

“We could have been partners. That’s how this shit started! You think you’d be where you are without me?”

Uncle Blake laughed. “Yeah, I do because I’m the nigga you wished you could be.”

“My great granddaddy is the reason you have any of this!”

“And he left it to my granddaddy who left it to my daddy, who left it to us. You wanna be mad at somebody, be mad at that nigga for not thinking enough of you to leave you with his empire.”

“Enough of this fucking talking!” I yelled. “I don’t give a damn about none of that extra shit. Bring me my woman.”

Mirron motioned for one of the goons to go get Salima. He headed toward a door in the far right. A few seconds later, he stepped out with her. She still wore her party dress, but it had rips and tears all over it. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying or she was exhausted.

“Why the fuck does she look like this?” I demanded.

“You have a fighter on your hands. Couldn’t bring her food or water without her attacking somebody. I should have let the bitch starve.”

I started at him but my father held me back.

“Salima, baby are you okay?”

It was a stupid question, but I needed to know if she was physically okay. She nodded. I watched as her eyes dropped to the gun at the goon’s waistband. Before I could stop her, she grabbed it and shot him point blank in the head.

This wasn’t how I was expecting shit to go. I wanted to get her out before anything happened but fuck it. The next thing I knew, bullets were flying in every direction. The rest of myfamily came running it with guns blazing as I grabbed up Salima and took her back in the room she came from.

“Stay here until I come get you.”

I closed the door and pulled out my gun. I spotted Mirron, Pearson, and Eduardo making a break for the door. Maddie and the rest of the snipers came bursting in, guns drawn. They backed them down the stairs and onto the floor.

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