Page 66 of The Greek's Retribution

“I’ll let him know,” Mike snickers in our earphones from the SUV behind us.

“Yeah, well you tell him I need a triple extra-large. Got my shit all bunched together like a grapes in one of those fruit bags.

Zar snap his fingers, putting on his Boss hat. “Enough of that, it’s time to get into battle mode. We’re going in during broad day light and at this point after hearing what happened to Grandfather, I personally don’t give a shit. While you all were getting ready, I called Trappa. He and his men will join us a mile or so before we reach Santiago’s mansion. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m tired of this shit. I want to be able to enjoy my family in peace without the loom of some threat. Right now, our ladies can’t move around freely without looking over their shoulders and that fucks with me. We know this lifestyle and honestly they will never be free of that but we...” he points at all of us, “we can make it so they don’t feel as if they’re confined in a bubble. Today, we are going up against one of our biggest adversaries and today, we will walk away the victors. If this is not what you signed up for then, then speak the fuck up now and we’ll pull over to let your ass out! There’s no room for the weak, timid, or unassured motherfuckers at our table. We stand as one and we fight as one!”

We roar like the men inBraveheartwhen William Wallace gave his epic speech. I feel truly honored these men are going to put their lives on the line, not just for what happened with Sabre or Sebastian, but because, despite our backgrounds, family spats, or whatever, we are all riding out as one. One family, united and ready.

“Let’s get this shit over with so we can be with our loved one,” Zar declares, putting on the special sunglasses. We follow his lead like Greek soldiers, ready for his command.

My pulse quickens the closer we get to the mansion. It’s a good thing there are not a lot of residents out occupying the streets. Tech told us he was going to scramble the police scanners and block the 911 calls from this area to buy us some time.

Making the last right turn the moment of truth is upon us. Glancing out the side view mirror, I see custom cars behind us. Trappa and his men have arrived for the party. At the end of the cul de sac sits Santiago’s mansion. Several men stand outside the high fence, not knowing death is upon them.

“You know what to do,” says Zar.

I slam on the gas pedal, pushing the speedometer needle to bottom out. The houses on both sides of the street are a blur as we whiz past them. By the time the men notice Beast careening towards them, they try to scurry out of the way, but fall when shots are fired from Mike’s SUV behind us.

Using Beast as a battering ram, we plow through the gate, running over it like it is made of paper. Bullets bounce off the windshield and exterior of Beast as the men on the inside of the property try to stop us. They are no match when Yiorgos leans out of the back passenger side window with a handheld rocket launcher, one of Tech’s surprises. He aims at the front door, then fires, blowing a hole into the front of the house, knocking the men off of their feet.

Slamming on the breaks, I throw Beast in park, then we jump out, drawing our guns. Mike and his crew come up behind us, then break off into two groups with him, Lethal, Hendrix, and Trappa along with half of his crew taking down men as they go towards the left of the house while Blade, Frankie, Basil, and the rest of Trappa’s men go to the right. Zar, Alistair, Yiorgos, and I rush to the gaping hole with me in front and Alistair bringing up the rear. Dropping to one knee as men emerge from the house, wildly shooting, the four of us pick them off easily, then advance on.

The inside of the house is in shambles from the destruction of the rocket launcher. Body’s lay bloody and burned on the floor. After checking to see if any were still alive, Zar shouts,

“Spread out!”

Alistair goes to the left, Zar to the right, and Yiorgos heads up the stairs. Fully alert with my finger on the trigger, I make my way through the living room, then to a hallway with a couple of doors on each side. I drop two men who exit the first door. Stepping over their bodies, I continue on, clearing the other rooms before coming to the end of the hallway where the last door sits on the left. Grabbing the knob, I turn it, then push the door open. There sitting behind a large desk is Eduardo Santiago with his gun pointed straight at me.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to find your way here,” he chuckles before pulling the trigger, hitting me dead center of my chest.

I growl from the impact of it but let off my own rounds, missing him as he quickly leaps out of the way. Eduardo’s eyes buck when I don’t fall to the ground but charge at him. I make a mental note to tell Tech the suit lived up to my expectations. Leaping over the desk, I tackle him, knocking both our guns out of our hands. The fight is on now.

Shit falls off his desk as we exchange blows. His punches are swift and hard, but I give him the same. Eduardo gets the upper hand when he grabs my fucking nuts like a bitch, then squeezes them like a vise grip. Like a wounded dog in pain, I howl out. Eduardo gives one last hard squeeze before letting them go, then elbowing me in the face. From the force of it, I know my nose is broken.

As I turn on my side, cradling my family jewels, Eduardo rolls me off of him, then stands, talking shit.

“See, we didn’t have to come to all of this. All you had to do was turn the bitch over to me and it wouldn’t have come to this.” He kicks me in the stomach, making the small amount of lunch I ate earlier want to expel itself.

“My Papa always told me to never let a bitch come before your family or business, but I guess you Greeks do it differently.”

He kicks me two more times, then guffaws. “You know what’s really funny about all of this?” He stoops down, picking up my gun. “Sometimes shit can be so ironic. When I first came to this country, my Papa sent me to Chicago. I didn’t know shit about that city, but my Papa told me that if I want to make an impact and make others fear my name then I would have to take out the head of one of our biggest rivals...” he pauses to examine my gun. “This is a nice gun. I need to get one of these but let me get back to what I was saying. Anyway, I did my research and found out that the Greeks were running Chicago and no one dared to go up against them. Well, there it was, take down the head of the Greek’s, then my family would rule Chicago and motherfuckers would fear me. I planned that shit for weeks. Watched their every move and when it came down to taking that motherfucker out, his bitch ass Right Hand Man saved his ass.” Spit flies from his mouth.

This piece of shit was the one to end my Father’s life, just to make a name for himself. My Father never harmed anyone who didn’t deserve it and if Eduardo hadn’t taken him away from us, he would still be by Yiannis’ side, guiding Zar, Alistair, and I.

“So, I don’t know, maybe it’s a win-win for me after all seeing that I will kill both father and son. Of course, it doesn’t compare to taking down one of the Heads of the family but I’ll be satisfied either way and when I’m through with you, I’ll kill Balthazar and the rest of those puta’s, then my family will be at the top of the food chain,” he states, coming closer to me.

I say nothing as I lay on my left side, pretending to be affected by his words. Eduardo is so filled with bloodlust doesn’t notice when I bring my left hand up to the pocket of my vest.

I let him grab the collar of the vest, yanking me up.

“Look at it this way, now you can be with your father. I’ll still get the girl and instead of killing her, because let’s admit it, she is a looker, I’ll have my fun with her then send her to Mexico to work at my cousin’s brothel. My nephew will get off due to the lack of evidence and my cousin can fill his pockets off your girl’s back. I will become the King of Chicago and...”

His words are cut when I thrust Alistair’s knife into his throat. Before we reached the mansion, Alistair had reached in between my seat and the door, sliding the knife into the empty pocket of my vest.

“This will bring you luck and if it don’t, you kill any motherfucker until it does.”

It has brought me luck, retribution, clarity, and so many other things. Not only have I ended the man who caused Sabre and I to lose our baby, almost had Alistair killed, and Sebastian being shot, but I have honored my Father by taking the life of the man who took his.

With no remorse, I continue to ram the knife into Eduardo’s throat as his blood falls upon me like rain. No one and I mean no one will ever try to take my family away from me. I wasn’t old enough to protect my Father, but when it comes to Sebastian, Yiannis and the others, there will be hell to pay for those who think they have a chance.

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