Page 438 of The Tempted

They fought.

I stayed still, taking it all in before something clicked inside of me and I took my other gun, crossed one arm over the other and fired both guns.

One down, then another, and another. I didn’t know if they were dead or not but I told myself they were.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I took my time, walking the rest of the pier, firing one gun then the other. Another two dropped to the ground.

Still, not enough.

I wanted Wu.

I wanted to decorate my hands with his blood.

I wouldn’t stop until I did, and I continued to pop any Dragon that stepped in my way, full of lead.

I heard my brothers shout out to me.

But I tuned them out.

I didn’t give a fuck.

Let them tell me I’m reckless.

Let them tell me I have no heart.

I don’t.

This motherfucker was the reason I won’t see my kid being born, or hold Lauren’s hand as she brings him into this world. This son of a bitch took my family from me with his threats.

I don’t make threats.

I make promises.

I promise to take that bastard’s blood.

I solemnly swear to make it my mission in life.

I reached the end of the dock as another Dragon neared and I pulled the trigger, emptying my clip into his head. One of his brothers came up behind me, shouting in Mandarin as he watched the blood of his brother pour from his eyes and drop to the floor. I turned around, fired a shot and clipped him in the shoulder. I went to finish the job, but I ran out of bullets. He screamed, spewing Chinese bullshit as I tucked my guns away and rolled up my sleeves. My dick got hard from the look of fear in his eyes and it was all I needed to finish him. I grabbed him by the neck, smiled at him as I leaned into him and spit in his face before I snapped his neck and dropped his head to the ground.

“Jesus Christ,” Bones hollered, pulling me to my feet. “C’mon, man, what the fuck are you doing?” he fumed, as he stared down at the slayed Dragon. I followed his eyes and looked at the man at my feet, feeling unsatisfied as I gasped for air. Bones looked at me, muttering something under his breath before he bent down and grabbed the guy’s feet, dragging his bloody ass to the end of the pier before he kicked him into the water.

He grabbed the back of my cut and pushed me forward.

“We gotta get the fuck out of here,” he ordered. “Now, Riggs.”

I stared at him blankly before glancing down at my hands, recalling how Blackie lifted his hands and spoke of the bloodshed his hands were responsible for.

My hands weren’t clean anymore.

But they weren’t nearly as dirty as I wanted them to be.

Not until I had Wu.

I was going to get that motherfucker.

Mark my words.

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