“Let them go. Now! Please, don’t hurt them. They’re innocent,” he pleaded.
“You’re right, they are, just like mine were. So now here’s the part where you become me. Where you have to sit there and know there is nothing you can do to save them but there is one difference,” I stated, handing him the phone as I stood up. “I wondered for nearly three days if my family was going to live or die, you’ll wonder for eternity.”
Anthony stepped into the view of the camera and slowly pulled a gun from his back pocket just as I drew mine and aimed it at Sun Wu.
He screamed as he watched Anthony lift the gun and aim it at his wife just as I aimed mine at his chest.
Bang!
One shot to the heart.
That’s for Lauren and Eric.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots between the eyes.
That’s for Bones.
My phone dropped from his hand as Satan came and claimed his soul.
See ya motherfucker!
This shit was personal.
I glanced down at my phone and watched as Anthony cut the wires to the feed, killing the image on my screen.
It was all part of the plan.
I took the burner phone out of my cut and called 911. They would send the cops over to Wu’s house and cut his family loose and find the ransom note that we left behind, staging this whole thing to look like he pissed one of his trade partners off. Eventually, they’ll find his body in this empty warehouse where he conducted business overseas and the story will all match up.
Plans.
They don’t always go astray.
Some things are just meant to be.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I’m calling to report a home invasion at two-thirty-six Cromwell Ave,” I said, before disconnecting the call and stepping outside to meet Mike.
“We all good?” He asked.
“Yeah, we’re good,” I confirmed.
Revenge was sweet.