I didn’t give a fuck about being bilingual.
But I learned enough to recognize when Ares was talking about sliding on somebody.
Vale’s name kept coming up.
Lyric too.
Ares exhaled smoke slowly and muttered something under his breath.
“Je vais tous les tuer.”I’m going to kill them all.
He switched back to English.
“Found out Lyric never stopped talking to that nigga Vale.”
He kept going.
“Thought she was smarter than that.”
“Marcel let pedophiles carry our name. Gave me a list of muthafuckas putting smut on us to cover up sex crimes,” he muttered again.
He frowned.
“I’ll kill them too.”
I let him talk.
Sometimes that’s all a man needed before doing what he already decided to do.
We pulled up to Vale’s condo building twenty minutes later.
No security.
No cameras.
All that had been handled already.
Money and pressure solved most problems in this city.
We stepped out.
Masks on.
Gloves on.
Guns ready.
Inside the building it was quiet.
We moved through the hallway like we’d done this a hundred times before.
Because we had.
When we walked into his condo that was already unarmed for us, we heard it.
Moaning.
Loud.
