“Lapse of judgment,” I cut in. “And it wasn’t because she didn’tfeelsomething for me, but that I believed she murdered Judah.”
“You’re a bigger fuckin’ idiot if you don’t think De Leon was behind that. Even I know she didn’t kill him.”
There isn’t shit I can do now to fix those mistakes.
“Anything else?” I question with a quirk of my brow. “Or are we ready to end this?”
“We doing this fair?”
“Absolutely.” I nod for his gun. “It’s all you.”
Emilio wastes no time sliding his ass over to it a few feet away. Meanwhile, I sheath my knife and pull out my Glock, waiting for the inevitable. For the cheap shot he’s going to take.
His weapon draws in my direction, but I’ve already fired a warning shot in his thigh. He howls like a wolf calling to his clan of warriors, and I know it’s only a few more moments before they arrive.
They’re not the Forsaken Crew.
They were out smoking in the back and getting fucked up because they have nothing better to do.
Fucking newbies.
I bet Emilio is currently regretting his decision of not recruiting more able bodies, but that’s his problem. However, they had to have heardthisshot.
And if they’re worth a damn, they’ll be filing in here shortly.
“Don’t point that fuckin’ thing at me until we’re all ready,” I lightly chide him. “Fuck…I know you’re used to cheating your way everywhere, but it’s not how we’re going to play this game, Dad.”
“I can’t wait to see you dead,” he snarls, attempting to push himself up to his feet but fails due to his new wound. “Nothing but a waste.”
“Yeah, yeah…” I reach down and clutch onto his bicep, helping him up to stand—to his utter disgust—when he yanks his arm from me and glowers.
“How do you want to do this, you little shit?”
I lift my shoulders. “Count of three?” Emilio bows his head in agreement. “One—” A shot rings out before I feel the piercing and all too acquainted pain of a gunshot wound in my shoulder.
I grind my teeth as I quickly raise my own weapon before the doors fly open, and I’m fully aware my time is up.
The Void is here, I can see them piling into the room from my periphery before a shower of pops sounds off, and Emilio cowers forward.
More reverberate through the air in a peppered succession but it’s from behind me. I crane my head over to uncover Ozzy yanking mercilessly on his trigger.
And I don’t bother to unmask the rest of the room because I have enough faith in my brother to know it’s handled before the space falls silent. Other than Emilio’s labored breaths.
“Another fuckup,” he hurls, glancing up at us. “But this one is mine. I give you my daughter to keep youbothin line. You picked the wrong one, son.”
Ozzy doesn’t bother to respond, never needs to. He’s mastered the art of silence and all his thoughts out into mere nothing while everyone still tries to read the room.
He remains at my side, through my screw-ups, because that’s what Oz is.
Loyal to a fault.
“Enjoy Hell,” I snarl with a smile. “God fucking knows he doesn’t want to deal with your level of bullshit, and we’re done with yours here.”
Mindlessly, I unload my clip into his chest, not giving his body an opportunity for a nearly missed shot into something vital.
Stabbing him to death was the plan, but thanks to my new battle wound, I opt for lead and keeping blood off mine and Ozzy’s hands.
I have enough.
