“Could have saved your sorry ass,” Memphis adds in.
“Pissed off the wrong club, buddy,” One of the older members steps in.
“Let me shed some light, Jerry. You fucked up. You screwed the wrong person. See, Falcons can easily throw you to the cops, they have nothing to do with it. So, when they were through with you, guess who would go down,” I say.
“Bullshit,” he spits out.
“Nah, cause all the cops are gonna see is that your business is used as a front for the kids to pick up the drugs..” I start, but he interjects, “I ain’t got no drugs.”
I gave a squeeze to his throat, “Yeah, they were supplying it in your extra containers. But all the cops are gonna see is that we,” I point to my brothers, “help supply it, due to past business, which means, if the kids went down, you go down, and we are dragged along.”
“I got protection,” he tries to say.
“Like a broken condom, you ain’t got no protection.” Greer sidebars.
“You wanna know what else is costing your life and your business, not only did you get involved with kids trafficking the drugs, but guess what. Part of your fucking decisions, hurt someone I love very deeply. You did that. Your mix in the Falcons caused it.” I pin all that feeling into everything.
It’s the first time I said I loved her aloud and it feels wrong, it shouldn’t be Jerry that heard that.
The fire burning in my eyes causes me to squeeze harder, the gasping for air coming from Jerry. I could kill him, snap his neck, end all the drama, cutting off one head of the beast.
But I remember slightly the command, either they remember the loyalty or businesses go up in flames.
“It’s time for a decision,” Memphis pulls me from my thoughts.
I nod.
“Drag him and his little friend out back. I’ll clean up,” I say as they drag the men outside. Jerry’s eyes panicked, silently begging me to change my mind. But there’s no chance I’ll change. A sign has to be given. My blood boils from the wrath that exists.
I find a pole or a stick, grasping it in my hands, debating on if I should save the blood on my hands for someone else or take it out now to the men in the back alley. Yet, my mind wanders over to what if Finn was here.
I try to shake the thought. Then from Finn to Charlotte watching me. I try to keep the monster that has grown inside. The pole gripping tighter in my hand centers me. Then my thoughts roll over to Noah, my former partner. His dark brown eyes staring at him. His memory ghosts my thoughts.
Control yourself. Like he silently begs me.
I scream, loud enough to shake the roof. The release of every frustration and angry thought burst through like an erupting volcano. My arms swing over me smashing every glass case, raining shards everywhere. I swing at every object I could, taking every feeling I have in me to thirst for more. I couldn’t do it.
It scares me even more. I can’t risk everything.
I drop the pole onto the ground, the clattering noise doesn’t phase me. I take out a lighter, watching the small flame dance around. The light flickering ready to unleash the chaos that it’s holding back.
“No one will ever harm them again,” I say before dropping it into a puddle of accelerant, that lights up the room in a blaze of heat and flames. What’s left behind is the shadow of a grim wolf ready to hunt down his next prey, ready to be back in his angel’s arms.
Chapter 43
Lottie
Keola’swordsreplayinmy head. His growl, him saying that we have enough time.
The thought of something happening, the rush of him dragging me away from the truck. Finn across the way.
Oh my god, he could have been hurt, wait am I hurt?
Thirty seconds wasn’t enough time. It wasn’t enough.
Everything hurts, pain radiating, pulsing through me.
All my thoughts race through my head, I try to force myself to move, any kind of movement. Something to tell me that I’ll survive.
