Page 29 of When Darkness Comes Knocking
Myron went to speak again, when he looked over our way and noticed we watched him. The moment our eyes connected, he smirked, and all chaos erupted.
That man was a drunk. I mean a pure drunk, but that nigga moved with speed I’d never seen. He pulled a gun from his waist and shot all three officers.
The men in suits tried to flee, but he popped them too. Myron turned his gun and fired at us, except there were no more bullets. What the hell!
“Get in the house, now!” I yelled.
The kids ran inside. Fortune tugged on me. My heart raced harder than the Indy 500, before I caught a glimpse of Myron taking one of the officer’s guns that was injured. Three more shots rang out.
I ran inside. “JJ, get the kids in the basement now and call the police. Now! Go!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The girls cried, but I had no time to soothe them. When they ran downstairs, I locked the door. I looked at Fortune.
“Follow me upstairs.” I raced upstairs with Fortune on my heels. We entered my closet. I punched in the security code to my safe, and it opened.
I had guns for days. Quickly, I loaded a gun and handed it to Fortune. I loaded mine then closed the safe.
Rapid gunfire shot through my bedroom window. Both of us ducked down. Myron had gone crazy.
“Take cover. That nigga got me fucked up,” Fortune stated. His pupils had enlarged, and there was a devilish look in his eyes.
I’d never seen him so angry. I didn’t like him out of his lover boy element. Fortune had to think again because I’d never sit back and watch him get hurt for me.
While Fortune and Myron exchanged gunfire, I crept out of the closet and downstairs. It was still daylight, but I could see his shadow in front of my back door. I hid next to my smart refrigerator.
Myron kicked and kicked until my door was booted opened. I held on to my gun tightly. This surprise attack was about to be sweet for me.
He was out of view. Myron knocked shit around in my kitchen. My heartbeat sped up.
Perspiration covered my body. I was scared, but I was more than tired of that menace. He wouldn’t back off, so I had to make him.
When Myron came in my line of sight, I thought about all the ways Big J used to misuse and abuse me. I squeezed my trigger and fired twice. One bullet hit his back and the other, his upper shoulder.
Myron hit the floor with a loud thud. I ran over and kicked his gun out of the way. Fortune raced into the kitchen with his gun aimed at Myron.
He lay on the floor and gurgled in his own blood. We stood over him. “I told you not to fuck with me!” I spat.
Evil was present in his eyes. “This is my house! My house!” he yelled.
“You’re more delusional than I thought. We know one thing though. You’re going away for a very long time.”
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Fortune handled the kids so we could head to his place for a few days. My house would need to be deep cleaned after today’s events. He also had to let Lina know what happened because my lil Madison was so scared. I sat on my couch and listened to the investigative detectives inform me about Myron.
They’d long ago cuffed him to a stretcher and hauled him out of my house. His angry eyes bore into mine, but I mugged him back. That muthafucka still didn’t put fear in me.
My house had been filled with law enforcers for hours now. It was now evening. They were still next door at Myron’s house too.
“Ms. Powers. Thank you for your courage and dedication to protecting not only your family, but the Packers. No charges will be filed against you since Myron came on your property and attacked you guys.
“He got what he deserved. Sadly, the Packers didn’t deserve their fate. After we raided his home and removed his son, we found a lot more than we wanted to.
“Myron killed the Packers and buried them in his backyard along with a social worker named Latena Notes. About six months ago, Ms. Notes and deputy sheriffs removed his son AJ from their home and evicted him.
“A couple of weeks later, he held Ms. Notes hostage until she told him where his son was. She gave in. Myron killed that whole foster family and got his son.
