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“As I was saying, it didn’t sit well. These past few days I’ve been racking my brain wondering why he could possibly want you all dead. It only occurred to me on the drive here that I hadn’t read the writing on the wall, not completely. He wants a war, to piss all over the country to prove he’s the King Pin like always. He’s setting us up. The one thing that I still can’t comprehend is why he would lead me into a trap that could possibly kill his only heir?”
“I was told you were going to ambush us; however, we’d have the upper hand because you’re on our turf. I wasn’t convinced, hence the superficial wound. You know I don’t miss, Homes.” Rodriquez’s eyes flick to my wound and he licks his full lips. He is one sick, twisted motherfucker.
Inclining my head in his direction, I mule over the past few minutes. Then the little light bulb goes off, almost as blinding as a lighthouse.
“Here’s what we are going to do. As far as my father knows, you’re all dead. Keep your backs to the wall and lay low until I figure out what the fuck to do with him. We can still trade your guns in the meantime. I’ll use my money instead of his. He started the battle but we will win the war.”
The bright light flickers off Miguel’s bald head as he steps forward and locks his gaze on me. The man’s eyes have always freaked me the fuck out. No one’s eyes should be that fucking dark. He looks toward Rodriquez, and when he signals him to talk, he does.
“Your father needs to be taught a lesson,” his thick Mexican accent drawls.
“Draconis will be dealt with. Give me some time to case the situation and figure out what he’s up to.”
“One fuck up, one inclination that you’re fucking with us, Justyce, friend or foe, I will put a bullet in your head and this time I won’t miss.” Rodriguez states in a deadly tone.
“You have my word.”
Acheron, Arrow and I step forward to embrace the Charmed Brothers. We say our piece then get the fuck out of there. Those Mexicans aren’t ones to mess around with.
Even with the window down and the cool breeze bellowing in the truck, the atmosphere is heavy with tension and anger, and questions hanging leaden in the air.
“What are you going to, Justyce?” Arrow queries. I can hear the hesitation in his voice.
I’m silent for a few moments, pondering his question. “Both of you need to determine whether your fathers are in on this; although, I believe myfatheris working alone on this one. I need clarification before moving forward.”
“Moving forward?” Acheron asks.
“Yes, moving forward. If that cunt is trying to kill me, I want to know why. Then we’ll devise a plan to shut the almighty Draconis up once and for all.”
I’m jaded as fuck, my arm is stinging, and I want to fuck away the night, but I’m shit out of luck on the latter. I catch Arrow’s smirk in the rear vision mirror. When I turn to the side, I see Acheron’s as well. My brothers have my back and they’re ready to walk into the dragon’s dungeon and fight fire with fire. Little do they know, I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.
Chapter Ten – Kenzi
I’ve lost count how long I’ve been here. It could be weeks for all I know. The decrepit shower in the corner of the room is looking more inviting as time passes. I know the water is like ice because after I heard the pipes clamoring above, I tested it when I first arrived in this hellish nightmare. The noise is how I know he’s turned the water on.
The stench paired with my aching body screaming at me tells me what I already know, I need to clean myself up. If I’m honest, I haven’t wanted to shower in fear that Justyce has cameras hidden down here. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s that perverted.
Eyeing the small cubicle with disdain, I push off the mattress to stand then shuffle toward the shower. I heard the pipes clunking earlier, signaling the water was on. Now I’m hoping I haven’t missed my opportunity. Even in the darkness, I can see the disgusting state of the tiled floor and my lip curls in repulsion.
Reaching for the faucets, my hand trembles. It’s the first time I’ve chosen to really see how skinny I’m becoming. My hand jerks back and I rub my wrist with my free hand. The bones are protruding more than normal, causing me to choke up.
Justyce is supposed to be the one suffering, but as I look around the dank, small cell all I see is how I’m suffering and torturing myself by refusing to eat. No doubt I’m playing into his warped, twisted hands.
The slight scent of melted cheese and sauce wafts in the air from earlier when Justyce was here. Shivers break out all over my body, and it’s definitely not because I’m cold.
The plate of lasagna catches my peripheral, beckoning, urging, demanding I feast on its tasty essence. Saliva pools in my mouth. I’m so ready to cave and annihilate the pasta goodness when the sound of heavy footsteps break the spell the lasagna has on me.
I scurry away to the cot on the floor, scowling at the inanimate food on the desk when the door bursts open. Justyce stands there in all his almighty grandness dressed in black from head to toe.
An iron scent floats through the room forewarning me that either Justyce is bleeding or he’s made somebody else bleed. My belly does this little flip thing and a part of me wonders if he’s ok. Why I care, I have no idea. The bastard locked me in this room like a caged animal but here I am worried if he’s hurt.
Cocking my head to the side and saying nothing, I anticipate he’s next move. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every breath, revealing he is wound tighter than I’ve seen him in a long time.
“Crawl,” he commands.
My nostrils flare, but I say nothing.
“Are you deaf? I said crawl!”
