Page 104 of Redd

Growling, my teeth clenched down hard and my jaw rocked back and forth. “Don't you dare say one fucking word about my sister.” My arm firmed, finger locked in place, ready to blow his fucking brains out.

“Alright, I won't talk about her.” Patting the air with his hand, he gave me a wink. “I'll let her tell you how she feels herself.” Turing towards the door, he yelled, “Xavier!”

What is he doing? What the fuck is going on?

My body began to shake as the man I had seen earlier at the bar stepped around the corner. He had Bijou and my sister, one in each hand. Their arms were tied at their waist, cloth strips stuffed into their mouths.

Every piece of my body shook with uncontrollable anger. “Let them go!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, circling a large chair and gripping the gun with both hands.

I could hear my sister whimper, her cries muffled and pained. I couldn't take it, I couldn't stand there and see her like that.

“You fucking asshole!” Lunging closer to Diablo, my finger tempted the trigger, a hair flick away from putting a bullet in his head.

“Uh, uh,” he said, shaking his head. “Let's not turn into savages, Redd.”

“Fuck you,” I snapped, keeping the cold metal at his eyes. “Let them go!”

Pierre stayed quiet, but from the corner of my eye I could see him. He didn't look like a deer in headlights like he did at the bar.

His eyes were on his daughter, staring at her like he had just seen her being born again. A small smile teased his lips, tears glistening on the surface of his eyes.

Bijou straightened her back, sniffling and drying her eyes. She kept looking between her father and me. Worry and concern rested over her features, her skin flushed and sweaty from the struggle I knew she had gone through.

My sister was panicked, crying a river of tears that wouldn't stop. Letting my eyes settle in hers, I let out a weighted breath, doing my best to keep my composure. Forcing the emotions away, I brought my gaze back to Diablo.

“You weren't that hard to find, Redd. I have you on camera, and once I knew what you were driving, I was able to put two and two together. I saw you pass by here a few times since you took Bijou from me. Why was that? Were you thinking about coming in to kill me all alone? Did your pussy get in the way?” Laughing, he stroked his chin. “I have all I need now. So, it looks like I don't need you or him anymore.”

Grinding my teeth together, I refused to move the gun off his head. “They're not yours to keep.”

“Wasn't it you who said I found her, so I'm keeping her?” I didn't answer him. “Well, I found them, so now I'm keeping them.”

My wall of control was growing thinner and thinner by the second. But Xavier was too close to Bijou and Vicki for me to do anything. I couldn't risk shooting Diablo and having Xavier retaliate by killing the two women I loved. . .

I love Vicki.

And I love Bijou.

The realization hit me in chest, it made my heart burst with emotions that I couldn't even explain. Fear, anger, hatred—love, care, need; they all swam around inside me, making the decision to move forward or back impossible.

Looking at Bijou, her eyes begged me to just do it. Her brows arched and dipped, edging me to step forward. But I couldn't.

Stretching her hand out, she gripped Vicki's, holding onto her tight. A slight nod came my way, her eyes widening and flicking to the floor.

What are you telling me?

What should I do?

Closing her eyes, she blinked. And I knew. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

In one quick drop, Bijou grabbed my sister and threw her to the floor, tossing her body on top of her.

And I pulled the trigger.

I didn't blink, watching the flash come out of the end of barrel, and I swear I could even see the bullet as it pierced his skull.

Time slowed down, Diablo's eyes enlarged to giant saucers. He looked stunned, like he couldn't believe I had actually done it.

Hitting Diablo, I turned the gun towards Xavier, but he was already down. Pierre was bent at his side, pulling the knife out of his throat and dropping it to the ground.

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