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Amina bursts into laughter. I look at her like she’s crazy. I have no idea what she thinks is funny.

“Take the job, babe. We’ll be fine. Now come on inside and I’ll get you a beer and some snacks. I got you some of your own, so you don’t have to steal from our boys.”

“They taste better when they’re theirs,” I tease.

She laughs and I tug her closer to me. I just want to sit here and absorb the moment. I’m not sure why she’s so confident about this job, but I’m not ready to take that leap with her and my boys’ safety.

I’m going to take some more time to think about this. Rushing into the fire is the last thing I want to do. Boy, would it be nice to be able to be like this all the time.

CHAPTER 51

Plotting Revenge

Dez

A year later …

I stare down at the scars on my hands. I’ve worn these scars for six years. Had I not used my hands to block, I would have died in here that day.

When I woke in the infirmary, I vowed that someday I would get out of here and I’d make them all pay. The men my grandfather allowed to come in here and attack me. That bitch fiancée of mine and all her friends—especially that motherfucker who made sure I did time in here.

He sat right in court and pointed me out after running his fucking mouth. I’m going to kill his little white whore in front of him. I will save my Maribel for last.

I could have had her and her lover killed years ago, but I want them to die at my hands. That’s why I’ve continued to push for my release. I plan to kill her just like I did her father.

Only, I plan to take what’s mine before I do. Fucking cunt. My dick gets hard every time I think about it.

“Are you hearing me, Mr. Demarco? It is important you do everything just as I say in order for me to get you released,” this suit across from me says.

I don’t remember his name. I’ve been through so many of these guys, I’ve lost count and don’t bother to learn their names. I only need to know the name of the one who gets me my freedom.

Freedom to finish what I started. I’ve allowed my grandfather to believe he has taken all my power from me. I still have ears and eyes on the outside.

My window has closed. The Alliance has formed. I will have to establish myself by force all around.

LaSalle might have forgotten about me because my brother is no longer one of his flunkies, but I haven’t forgotten about him. I’m still on the board, whether he knows it or not. I’ve kept my eyes open in here, knowing they may try to end me while I’m trapped.

However, no one here wants to try me. I took all four out the last time they did. I have become my own man in here. I am feared and untouchable. No one would dare.

“Do your job. I will do mine,” I say and stand dismissively from the table.

He stands to leave, shaking his head. I don’t care what he thinks as long as he gets the job done. My family is falling to shit on the outside.

I need out of here to claim my rightful place. With my grandfather dead, I don’t need a bride. I’ve had a long time to think about things and how to get what I want.

No one will see me coming.I grin to myself.

Cameron

“Come on, Justice. Focus. Keep your eyes on the ball, man. Not the girls,” I growl.

This guy has been a handful over the last year. He and Tim live to drive me crazy. They remind me so much of myself but with way less discipline.

Some days, I wonder why I took this job. These two are giving me gray hair and I’m only thirty-two.

Don’t get me wrong, M.H.D. Group has a family vibe, and they’ve treated me good over the last year. Amina is happy and I got to be there for the rest of her pregnancy once I came out of my head and took the job. LaSalle’s son had a lot to do with that.

His words that day at the camp’s football game rang with so much truth I thought I was being pranked. As I got to know everyone around here, I learned the kid is clairvoyant. I stop and listen to everything he says when he comes around.

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