Page 121 of Deuce

By this time, there was a bloodbath. There were about fifty of us to the twenty men Mirron had with him. They were dropping like flies before they could even unload the clips.

Mirron, Pearson, and Eduardo now stood in the middle of the room with all of us surrounding them. There were strict instructions to save them for last. I didn’t give a fuck about Eduardo, but my uncle wanted his head.

“Now isn’t this a turn of events,” I said, stepping closer. “Did you really think you were walking out of here alive?”

“You won’t get away with this,” Pearson said. “I’m a federal agent?—”

I popped him in his shit. “Shut the fuck up! Did you think about being a federal agent when you decided to help your bitch ass daddy fuck with me? Did he tell you who he was dealing with? I’m not your average nigga and this ain’t your average crime family. You wanted to make a name for yourself, and you will. It won’t be kind you think.”

Without another word, I put a bullet between his eyes. His body hit the floor with a thud. Mirron stood unmoved. Clearly, he didn’t give a fuck about this nigga. I turned my attention to Eduardo.

“This wasn’t your fight, but since you inserted yourself into our affairs, you can get it, too.”

“You kill me, and you’ll have a war on your hands,” Eduardo spat.

I laughed. “That’s where you’re wrong. Phillipe Medina didn’t take too kindly to knowing you were trying to set up shop on his turf. You know Phillipe, don’t you?”

Eduardo’s eyes widened. Medina was the head of the Cartel. He and my uncle had a longstanding relationship. One would dare to call them friends.

“Yeah, you know him,” I continued. “When he caught wind of what you were trying to do, he immediately gave the okay to handle you how we see fit. You should have stayed your ass in Colombia.”

Before he could blink, my uncle put a bullet between his eyes too. That left Mirron. He stood, unmoving and quiet.

“Salima!” I called.

The door to where I hide her opened, and she stepped out.

“Come here, baby.”

She made her way over to me, her eyes scanning the number of dead bodies. She came to me, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“What happened while you were here?” I asked.

Salima looked around at my family, embarrassment plaguing her beautiful face.

“You can tell me. Please… tell me.”

She glared at Mirron. “He touched me. He tried to force himself on me, but Eduardo stopped him. Not only that, he exposed himself to me. He said that after he got rid of you, he was going to have his fun with me. He had no plans of ever giving me back.”

I was seething as I looked at him. Knowing he tried to harm her brought out a whole other side of rage.

“Take her and get out,” I instructed.

My father came over and gently guided Salima away from me. Everyone made their way out of the building. Silence andthe stench of blood filled the air as the room emptied. When it was just Mirron and I left, I tucked my gun away.

“I’m gonna give you thirty seconds to defend yourself. Make it count.”

He immediately tried to swing at me, but I sidestepped it, causing him to stumble. He tried to rush me, but I caught him in a headlock. As my arm tightened around his neck, I delivered several blows to his gut with my knee. His groans of pain became audible.

When my foot made contact with his knee, I heard the bone crack. He howled in pain as he dropped to the ground. His cries only further fueled my anger. He leasing him, I stepped back and kicked him in the face with my size thirteen boot.

Teeth flew from his mouth as he hit the ground with a thud. Blood poured from his nose and mouth as he rolled around on the ground. Grabbing him by his shirt, I fed him punch after punch to the face. The harder I hit him, the more he bled.

“You knew who the fuck I was, and you still chose to come after me!” I yelled. “You came after the woman I love and for that, I’m sending you straight to fucking hell!”

He wasn’t putting up much of a fight at this point. His body fell limp, and I dropped him to the floor. I pulled my gun from my waistband as I stood over him.

“Any last words?” I asked, pointing the gun at him.

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