“Always, can’t shit touch me out here. I already told you, I got too much riding on it. We’ll talk tonight.”
“Okay.”
After I ended the call, I sat up and let my feet hit the floor while I positioned myself on the edge of the bed. My hand moved across my head as I looked around.
Trooper and Los had already handled Rogers and Allen, so all I needed to do was take care of William. That would bring Harold right to me, then all of our problems would be taken care of. No time like the present.
I knew exactly where William would be. If nothing else, he was predictable. My only concern was if he would be alone. At this point, I really didn’t care. I was just ready to get this shit over with and get back to my life.
When I arrived at the house where he was tucked away, I noticed an unfamiliar car. Unfortunately, that meant I’d have to take more than one life.
As soon as I made it to the door, I fired at the lock then kicked it open, taking it back to my old days. Fuck all that announcing and playing it safe. Anybody inside at this point would be catching a bullet. Once I was inside, my eyes moved around the small house. Just as my eyes landed on Lincoln, I squeezed the trigger.
My shot caught him in the shoulder, which caused him to turn slightly before he went flying back. William was next, but unlike Lincoln, he fumbled with a gun like he would actually use it.
I delivered one more shot his way, hitting him right in the chest. The force of the bullet sent him flying back until he hit the center island he was in front of. Clutching the wound on his chest, he then hit the floor, cussing and screaming like a little bitch.
When I made my way over to them, I first kicked William’s gun away, then focused on Lincoln. From the angle where I stood, I peeped William to make sure his bitch ass didn’t go for the gun.
“So you’re the stupid muthafucker who helped him with the attack on my daughter?” I growled at Lincoln with my gun aimed at his head.
“Your daughter? What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know your daughter.” He fumbled over his words while gripping his shoulder. Seeing him shaking like a gotdamn bitch forced a smile onto my face.
“Oh, so he didn’t tell you?” I glanced at William, who scowled at me.
“Tell me what? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Sophie,” I said calmly, looking him right in his eyes.
“Sophie is your daughter?” He glanced at William in confusion before he focused on me again. “I didn’t know. I fucked up. Please don’t kill me. I love Sophie and I didn’t know how far he would take it.”
Watching him beg for his life pissed me off even more. Muthafuckers always wanted to play hard until it was time to accept the consequences of their actions.
“You should have gotten all the facts, but that’s a mistake that just cost you your life.” Squeezing the trigger two moretimes, I delivered two shots to his head, which caused his body to slump over.
“Now, for you.” A sinister grin spread across my face as I took another step toward William.
His eyes said it all, but he had yet to say one word.
I kicked him over and my foot landed across his neck, applying just enough pressure to allow him shallow breaths while he grasped at my ankle.
“This has been a long time coming, old friend. We’re friends, right, William? I mean, I would think you weren’t too fond of me the way you were constantly trying to ruin my life. But then again, what’s a little jealousy amongst friends, right?”
“Fu… fuck… yo… you,” he whispered, due to my boot on his neck. His eyes remained on me as he continued to fight for air.
“Fuck me? Come on, William, you can do better than that.” I chuckled and aimed my gun at his head again, lifting my foot just enough to give him some reprieve.
He scrambled from under me, grasping at his neck. “You want to kill me, then do it. I’ll rest easy knowing you won’t be far behind me,” he snarled.
“Oh really? And how is that supposed to happen?”
“My family will make sure of it, so kill me if you want, but I’ll see your ass in hell along with that bitch of yours…”
The mention of Alana was all I needed to finish the job. Fuck a conversation, I’d waited a long time to see him take his last breath. I emptied the remainder of my clip into him, and with an evil smirk, watched as he bled out.
After surveying the kitchen, I found William’s phone on the counter and lifted it before making a call.
“I’m busy right now, son, and you’re late anyway. Where the hell are you?” Harold Prescott barked into the phone.
