Page 95 of His to Have
The address she sent wasn’t just some random location. It was a spot the faction used almost a decade ago, an abandoned carpet factory on the outskirts of city limits. The place had long been forgotten by most. Overgrown weeds surrounded the perimeter, dirt stained the windows, and crumbling brick walls that looked like they were barely hanging on. It was the perfect secluded place, hidden away from prying eyes.
I had to give Isabella credit. This was the perfect place to meet without any of her allies catching wind. A ghost spot even her new friends didn’t know about.
Alex and Rocco were both already waiting when I pulled up. They were my best shooters in the city—cold, efficient, and deadly when it mattered. Together, they moved like Bonnie and Clyde, only with fewer words and likely more bodies.
With her arms crossed, Alex stared at the building from the hood of her black sedan. Rocco stood solidly next to her with the back of his foot resting on the tire. Despite their casualdemeanor, both were acutely aware of the dangers and ready for anything.
“So, what’s the play?” Rocco asked while I gathered my things from my vehicle. He still looked ahead, shielding his eyes from the beaming sunlight.
“Same as always.” I lifted the hatch of my SUV and pulled out a black duffle, then the Remington 700 sniper rifle from the floorboard. “There’s a trap door on the side of the building that leads to the basement,” I explained, nodding toward the left where the shadows concealed an old entrance.
“You’ll use it to get inside unnoticed. On the top floor there’s a beam behind the freight office with enough cover. You’ll have eyes on the whole floor. If anyone even looks like a threat take them out.” I handed him the rifle. “Leave Gianni’s daughter for me.”
Rocco didn’t say a word, just slung the strap over his shoulder and gave a tight nod before moving off toward the back of the building like a ghost.
I turned to Alex, who hadn’t moved from the hood but was already locking and loading, checking her Glock like she could feel the shift in my energy.
“You’re with me,” I told her. “Shoot first, ask questions later.”
She pushed off the car, no questions asked, just that killer instinct in her eyes. And that sinister smirk that let niggas know she was deadly.
We didn’t talk on the walk up, both of our minds focused on the dangers that lay inside. The gravel crunched beneath our shoes as the sun beat down on the back of our necks. Pulling out my own Glock, I twisted the silencer into place with practiced ease. The familiar click as it locked into position gave me an unexpected sense of peace.
I had no regrets about what would happen here today.
Alex matched my pace stride for stride. And just as I expected, one of Gianni’s men stood guard outside the rusted door.
My jaw clenched the moment I saw his face. I knew him. He was loyal to Gianni. At least he used to be. If he was here, then he’d pledged his loyalty to her... Isabella.
But if this was who she had standing out front, guarding her front, then she was more alone than I thought. Raising my pistol, I laid him out in one shot. He didn’t even have time to react before he fell to the ground, slumped over.
Stepping over him I pulled the door open, letting Alex go first. She cleared the corners, gun raised, posture low. I followed close, steps calculated, my Glock drawn and steady.
Inside, it was everything I remembered and nothing like it used to be. The factory floor was dimly lit. Isabella stood with four other men in front of the broken machinery. They chatted quietly. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I knew she was more tense than she was trying to let on.
When I rounded the corner my first shot penetrated the man standing closest to her, while Alex laid out the nigga closest to me.
“He's here!” I heard one of her men shout, his gun aimed on me and I smirked, never being one to be scared. I’ve stared death in the face many times, and staring at the barrel of his gun put zero fear in my heart. However, before the corner of my lips could even reach my eyes, the whipping sound of the sniper whipped past my face and buried itself in the man’s forehead. His body dropped where he stood, limp. He had no time to scream or time to shoot.
As he dropped, I took the liberty of taking out the last man standing. Isabella jumped, eyes wide, the only one left untouched from her little security detail. The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy. Alex stepped in besideme, weapon still raised, calm as ever. And Rocco... well he now had a red dot aimed at Isabella’s chest.
I pushed Alex’s weapon down, then lowered my own weapon.
“You wanted to meet?” I asked flatly.
Isabella didn’t flinch when I spoke. She stood there, her chin lifted and eyes tight. But I could see the fear she was fighting to hide. The way her fingers curled at her side, and throat bobbed I knew that confidence she was trying to portray was a farce.
When she still said nothing, I repeated myself stepping further into her space. “You wanted to meet? Right? So... speak. Where the fuck is my wife?”
“You always did know how to make an entrance,” she chuckled, but I heard the crack. She cut her eyes toward the bodies on the ground, then to the red beam on her all-white silk blouse. Her eyes slowly rose back to me. “I take it negotiations are off the table?”
I smirked and chuckled darkly. “They were never on the table. Where’s Ayanna?”
The delicate features of her jaw tightened as if my question had irritated her. “Dead if I have anything to do with it. If I don’t walk out of here alive, neither will she.” Her voice was steady, and I knew she wasn’t bluffing.
I hadn’t expected her to be. After all she was Gianni’s daughter. But I was prepared for this.
“Then it seems we’re at an impasse,” I replied, my tone icy, never breaking eye contact with her, and tilting my head toward Alex.
