Page 106 of Stolen Kisses
Barabbas could talk all he wanted, come to us in that Godfather get up with his hat and his attitude. He could call us all boys who didn’t know our place, but what he didn’t realize was we were his worst nightmare.
We were new age coming for vengeance and it was he who had to watch himself.
We proceeded up to the top floor and must have looked like a nightmare coming out of the elevator doors .
Mobsters in true gangster style walking out with our guns ready to kill anything that moved.
And we did too.
More guys came out and like the speeding bullets that flew from my Berretta’s I killed ever mother fucker who came for me.
This was war.
We barged into the conference room to be greeted by more guys.
Elliot was sitting ahead in one of the seats on the raised platform. Next to him was Barabbas. Both looked to us scowling like demons. Beside them was the creepy guy who just looked on in anticipation.
Inside the room was where the war would start, because it was filled with over a hundred men. Some of which I knew to be Antonellas.
We were vastly outnumbered, but it wouldn’t stop us.
All guns were raised when we walked in.
All guns aimed at us and Elliot stood glowering at me—specifically at me.
We stopped inside, just by the door’s entrance.
Claudius was right, this was my fight and because of that I stepped forward.
“Seems like you all have a death wish.” Elliot had the audacity to speak.
“I don’t have any wishes. I’m in control of what I have and what I don’t have. Know what I want?” I threw back.
“What?” he smiled. This guy was definitely the type who was in charge. Looked like he had power over Barabbas too.
It was just the body language between them that showed the dynamics.
“Your head. Chopped from your miserable body. I’ll do it myself. Chop it off and throw it in the river. Cover it with roses and sit watching while the fish eat it all up.”
He went to smile, but I noted the hesitation.
He didn’t know me and those that did definitely took my jovial mannerisms for a sign of weakness in some way. Or that I didn’t have the balls to do certain things, then they were shocked to shit when they discovered what I could do. Who I could be. What I was really like.
The truth was I’d been the beta for a very long time and I’d struggled to be the alpha to impress a girl.
I did it to impress a girl I really couldn’t think about right now, because she was my weakness. She was my damn weakness and my strength. I hated that.
I hated it, because I was here seeing her face and hearing her words telling me she loved me. I was here possibly on the brink of no return and I’d die. Still she wouldn’t know as pissed as I was at what she did I loved her too.
Damn Maria. I was here and I could accept that I became who I am because of her.
I did it all to impress a girl and I didn’t realize by doing that it changed me.
It changed me into the monster I needed to be come out alive in situations like this.
I changed from the beta and became Alpha and Omega.
He didn’t answer and all I heard was clicking as I took two more steps forward, all guns trained on me. One look the wrong way or any sudden moves and I knew they would have me.
