Page 77 of Rematch
A tiny smile pulled at Jayden’s lips. “Good,” he murmured.
“But, I really do have to go. There’s some business I need to take care of.”
Jayden’s face fell as he read between my words. “Max, you don’t have to-”
I yanked my arm out of his grasp and continued to the front door. “Stay in the house for the rest of the night and keep your mouth shut about yesterday.”
I didn’t give him an opportunity to agree before I was out the door. If he knew what was good for him, he’d do as I told him.
I went back to my car and grabbed a few silencers out of the trunk.
As I walked up the street towards the building on the corner where Elias’ men hung out, I motioned my hand for my men. In an instant, I heard the slam of doors and footsteps following behind me.
“Everything okay, boss?” I recognized Wesley’s voice. He and Tysir must’ve been on watch tonight. A great coincidence.
“Just cover me,” I told him. I didn’t have the patience to explain right now.
The men sitting out front of the building stood up at the sight of our figures approaching. “What’s up, Guerra,” one of them greeted with a sinister smile. “How’s the younger one doing? I heard-” My knuckles were ramming into his mouth before he could finish.
The other man at the door reached for his gun, but stopped at the clicking of Tysir and Wesley’s. Outnumbered and intimidated, he held his hands up.
As the man I punched stumbled, I grabbed him by the neck and shoved him up against the wall. “Where’s Clyde’s bitch ass?” I asked him.
“Fuck you,” the bastard spat, getting blood on my face. “Without your father, you’re just a weak little-” He choked on his words as I took my gun out of my waistband and shoved it into his mouth.
“Finish that sentence,” I challenged.
Fear sparked in his eyes. Still, he shook his head. “You won’t,” he garbled around the metal.
I raised a brow. “You think so?”
He started to nod. A bullet was down his throat before his chin could reach his chest. I was really tired of these stupid ass motherfuckers underestimating me. They wanted to keep fucking around with me, so now they’re going to find out how well I can live up to my father’s name.
“Holy shit,” Wesley said. “Max, are you cool?”
Ignoring him, I let go of the dead asshole and waltzed straight inside. My finger clicked on the trigger as if it were a button on a video game controller, sending bullets flying through the open hall and into the men peeking into the hallway with their own weapons drawn. Not one was able to pull the trigger fast enough to fire back. Too eager to be a hero, their limbs were caught in the rain of bullets and they all dropped like the flies they were.
Behind me, I heard Wesley let out more swears under his breath.
I stomped down the hall, glancing into the rooms. Each one held nothing but white bricks, cash - and now dead bodies in the doorways.
Scowling, I turned on my heel at the end of the hall. There, Tysir held the other man who’d been guarding the door by his collar. His already wide eyes grew into saucers and a tremble ran through his spine as he met my livid gaze.
Holding his hands up, he said, “Look, if this is about what happened to your brother, I swear I had nothing-”
“Where’s Clyde?” I cut him off.
“He’s not here. This is just a stash site. He hangs out at one of the pubs a few blocks down - Terry’s I think it’s called.”
I nodded. “Tysir, Wesley, call the clean up crew and take all their shit - money, product, whatever the fuck they have of value.”
“What about you?” Tysir asked. “You can’t go up to the pub by yourself.”
“Watch me,” I told him as I started making my way down the path from the house.
I stormed up the street towards the pub the man had mentioned. I recognized the name from passing it on the drive to Jayden’s place.
The neon glow from the lights in the windows illuminated the sidewalk. The gleam gave me a perfect view of the patrons coming in and out of the pub. Coincidentally, Clyde’s ass happened to be one of the ones exiting as I came close to the establishment.
