Holding on to you

Killian’s P. O. V

SIX F**KING WEEKS!!

I took the gun out of my holster and walked towards the building with that thought in my mind. I was pissed off and frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the scumbags who thought that stealing from my family was ok.

I might have been preoccupied but I wasn’t so f**ked that I didn’t know what was going down on the business front. Those idiots thought I was stupid, they thought because I had half of my men searching for my runaway girl that they could pull one over me, but those f**kers had another thing coming.

As I reached the entrance of the building, I signalled for the other to circle around, I didn’t want anyone trying to leave the building alive. My men quietly moved into place, but Jeff and Carlos stayed with me. We planned to walk in and surprise the bitches, making them feel like they have the upper hand. With only the three of us walking through the entrance, they were bound to let their arrogance show by assuming that the ten of them would be able to take us.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

My hands were itching; I couldn’t wait to put a bullet in one of their heads. When I got the call that Donatello Odile and his men were planning a heist on our warehouses, I smiled, eager to shoot some dumbass motherf**kers. The Odile’s were a low-level crime family that was trying to rob their way into the pond where the big fishes’ swam. I was about to show them that the Black’s name would be one to remember.

“I want this to be a bloody one.”

Both Jeff and Carlos chuckled behind, I knew that they were anticipating the kill just as I was. It was something to take their mind off of the Granger case that I told them to put on hold for a while, at least until I found my girl.

“You got it, boss.”

We entered the warehouse and on sight, it was clear to see that it was tossed, the crates with the shipment of guns were cracked opened and most of the guns were missing. I heard movement and voices coming from the part where we store our prized possessions. We’d just got a new shipment of cars with clean VINs that were ready to be put on the market. There was no way that the Odile’s could have known about it unless they had someone on the inside feeding them intel.

I looked at Jeff and Carlos and saw that they were thinking the same thing, we had a rat to sniff out.

I let my gun hang loosely at my side as I walked ahead of Jeff and Carlos, I knew that they never let their guns drop, they were too paranoid of being killed.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Donatello and his men turned around, their guns posed on the ready. The cheeky bastard looked around us and smirk.

“You, self-righteous son of a bitch, you think the three of you can take the ten of us? Your idiocy is remarkable, you dumb f**k.”

He threw his head back and started laughing at his own joke and his men follow suit. The ass was pissing me off so much that I was tempted to ignore protocol and put a bullet through his head. However, it wasn’t only my life at stake, I had my men to protect.

“Yeah well, I might not be leaving here alive but I’m sure as hell taking a few of you f**kers to hell with me.”

I must have hit a nerve because Donatello swallowed his laugh and raised his gun at me.

“Are you threatening me, Perra?”

I saw a few of my men moving in from the back and I smiled at the dead bastard, I was going to enjoy killing him.

“Nah, Hijo de puta, I’m making a promise.”

He turned to see what I was looking at and it satisfied me to see him faltered. The dumb bastard was going to get what he deserved. No one steals from a Black and lives long enough to encourage others to do the same.

“You can make this easier on yourself and die with some dignity, or you can make my day and die like the bitch you are.”

He lifted his head proudly and took aim at me, I guess he decided to die like a bitch.

He opened his mouth, getting ready to say something, probably some long-ass speech about how an Odile never goes down without fighting. However, I never gave him a chance to start it, if I wanted to listen to someone talk through their ass I’d have gone to school, there were a lot of shit talkers there.

I quickly raised my gun and pull the trigger, sending a bullet through his brain. His mouth was slightly parted and his face was frozen in permanent surprise. It wasn’t long before all hell broke loose and shots were being fired everywhere.

As their leader fall, the rest of Donatello’s men spread out, some dashing behind crates that would shield them and others trying to escape.

There was this one kid that looked about fifteen or sixteen, I saw his fruitless attempt at hiding and I walked behind him and put my gun to his head. He stayed still, but dropped his gun and put his hands up.

I stepped back a bit so that he could turn around, and he did, slowly. He didn’t look scared that he was about to die, he looked damn proud. I hesitated for a few seconds because I didn’t want to kill him, but that was my mistake.

The kid jumped up and pushed me to the ground, he grabbed for his gun before I could find my footing, and stood over me with it aimed at my head.

“Any last words before I put a bullet shape hole through your head?”

“Yes,” I said smiling at him.

Using my foot, I kicked him hard on the knee and jumped to my feet, my own gun in my hands. He cried out in pain, holding onto his foot, I pointed my gun at him and continued talking.

“That was a lapse in judgment on my part, I’ll be sure to never let it happen again.”

I proceeded to empty my gun into his head. Changing my clip, I returned my focus to wiping as many of Odile’s men out.

After about twenty minutes they were all dead and a good few of my men were injured, however, not severely. My people started clearing out, loading their injured comrades into the vans to take them to the family doctor.

Jeff, Carlos and Carlos’s youngest son Miquel stayed back to help me clear out the warehouse and burn any evidence of us ever being there. We worked in silence, carrying crates after crates into the truck and moving the cars out as well.