Page 7 of Kairo

I rolled my eyes. Even though I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this, and it was possible that I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t dare let any of them feel as if they won. My parents taught me that.

“Again, what the fuck do you want from me?”

He gripped his hand around my throat. “Watch your fucking mouth!”

“Dad!” Keith shouted, finally finding his nuts.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t you dare defend this bitch. It’s her family’s fault I’m dealing with the shit I’m going through.”

My eyebrow raised. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, bitch. If it wasn’t for the Savage Saints, I would have had a longer career. But no, now I’m sitting around doing all these stupid ass odd jobs. Your father fucked me over! He and I both know that.”

I scoffed. “Take that up with him,” I said nonchalantly while shrugging my shoulders.

Before I could blink, a hand flew down across my face. Seconds later, I could taste the blood from my lip. If my hands were untied, everyone in the room would be taking their last breath or already had taken it.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kelvin shouted. “To make matters worse, they are still causing problems. That shooting the other night… that innocent bystander was a relative of mine! The community is sick of y’all motherfuckers. I’m here to send a message to the Savage Saints to let them know we’re sick and tired.”

I licked more of the blood that had spilled from my lip. “And what message is that?”

He leaned down closer in my face. “We have just as much power, bodies, and skill as them. The dirty shit they do, we can do ten times harder.”

He pulled a gun and pointed the cold barrel to my forehead.

“Dad… I-I thought we were only supposed to send a message. Ya know? Rough her up a bit,” Keith nervously said.

“This is the message.” He cocked the gun back.

My eyes remained on his. I kept reminding myself to not break. I wasn’t raised that way. I was a Savage Saint. I said a soft prayer, internally prepping for what was next.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded, followed by a gunshot. We looked toward Keith. Keith fell face forward and laid on the ground crying. There was blood gushing from his arm. I darted my attention to see where the shot came from.

My heart raced when Conqueror walked further into the room, holding two silver pistols out in front of him. The other men grabbed their guns, pointing them at Conqueror.

“Y’all pussy motherfuckers ain’t doing shit. Put them paper weight ass guns down.”

None of them moved. He looked down at Keith and shot a bullet into his leg. Keith screamed to the roof tops. “Now again, Imma ask for y’all to put the guns down or the next bullet’s going in his head, then I’m picking another one of y’all.”

The men lowered their guns except for Kelvin. I scoffed.

“Pussies,” I said.

Conqueror looked at me. A flash of empathy filled his eyes, then rage. He looked back at Kelvin, who still held his gun.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Conqueror asked.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kelvin spat.

“Motherfucker, I’m the one with the questions. Why is she tied up, naked with blood dripping from her lip?” No one answered him. He let out a spine-chilling chuckle. “Oh aight.” He fired another shot, striking a different man in the thigh. “If I got to take you motherfuckers out one by one and bit by bit, then I will.”

“Goddamn, Kelvin. I told you this shit would go south!” The one that was just shot yelled, holding his thigh as it gushed blood. “You know them Savage Saints are a dangerous group!”

“Nah, fuck that! They ruined my life and are continuing to ruin others. He clearly ain’t learn after what happened to his wife.”

My blood boiled. My mother was a sensitive topic for me. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She was just like me, guilty by association. My father swore my mother didn’t know about any of the hard illegal stuff they did but I begged to differ. That was why she was dead. My mother knew everything.

“Keep my mother’s name out of your mouth. You lost your job because you were a shitty excuse for a chief. Everybody knew you were doing business with the Saints and the Knights. You ain’t no better than the rest of us.” I spit the running blood from my lip at his feet.

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