Chapter Nine.
ADONIS’S POINT OF VIEW
After my dad broke the news to me, I went downstairs to find my brothers, and I heard their voices coming from the entertainment room, so I headed that way.
“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your tea party, but we need to move.” They all turn and look at me, a little confused.
“Where?” Fabian asks, looking at me expectantly.
"What happened?” Blaze continues the interrogation.
“And why the fuck are you so angry?” And, as always, Liam reads the anger in my eyes.
“Someone thought that it would be a good idea to steal from us, so we have to go and kill some motherfuckers.” I don’t get to finish the sentence, that they are all up and ready to go.
The ride to the warehouse was relatively short because I was the one driving, and I have a heavy foot.
“Well, fuck!” Fabian exclaims as he looks around the bloody warehouse, and I hum in approval. There are bodies everywhere, and the walls and floor are painted with blood.
It’s a fucking massacre.
“We really need to recruit better guards,” Blaze states, and we all nod in approval.
“Hey, guys! We have a survivor !” Liam yells from the other end of the warehouse, and we all go there.
The guy is struggling to breathe, holding his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, and I crouch over to be closer to him.
“Hey, look at me. Who sent you?” My voice is calm, there’s no need to scare him, so I take another approach.
“I... ain’t t-telling you... shit,” He barely says through his almost failed attempts to breathe, and I clench my jaw to keep my hand away from my gun.
“Look, man, if you talk, I’ll make sure you stay alive. So, if I were you, I would start talking because I don’t see anybody else around offering you help, and time is not on your side. Or, I can let you die in pain. Your choice.” The look on his face changes, and his eyes fill with hope.
“Okay, it... w-was Diego. Now... get me out... of here and take me... to a fucking…” I stand, take my gun, and blow his brains out.
“Fuck, he was annoying,” I groan, and my brothers start laughing.
“Crazy. Plain crazy,” Liam states, and I take a small bow in appreciation, making them laugh harder.
“Well. Let’s go kill the son of a bitch!” Liam is very calm. I don’t remember the last time I saw him angry, but now, he’s fucking angry.
Diego is the head of the Colombian mafia. They’re not even half as strong as we are, but then again, I’m proud to say that we are the strongest.
However, I must admit that the guy has balls. Not for long, but he has them.
“He is mine to kill. I feel trigger-happy today.” I look at all of them, making sure that they understand.
“First, we have to find him. I suppose he’s hiding, an--” Fabian says, but Blaze interrupts him.
“I don’t think he’s hiding. My dick is smarter than he is. He dared to steal from us, so that should be enough of an argument about his intelligence.” We all start laughing.
He has a strong point.
After a few calls, Blaze’s theory was confirmed. The idiot is at his warehouse.
Stupid.
We called the best of our guys and went straight there.
Ten SUVs and my Camaro park in front of the huge warehouse. We all take our guns, get out, and start killing Colombians, making our way inside, leaving corpses in our way.
Bullets are flying, automatics, pistols, each with its own, but they sound so fucking beautiful together.
It’s like a fucking orchestra of murder and blood, a song almost as enchanting as my beautiful stranger’s whispers.
God, fuck, even now I’m thinking of her.
I headshot another fucker, and take a second to look around me.
Liam is reloading his automatic behind a barrel, Blaze is snapping a guy’s neck, -the man has a thing for snapping necks. Don’t ask, I don’t know why. As I said, each with his own-, Fabian is gutting another guy,-he’s into knives-, and I’m holding two 9 mm, shooting brains out.
I have a thing for headshots.
And I’m wondering... what would my beautiful stranger say if she saw me now?
She would most probably call the cops and run for her life.
Yes, this will be a minor issue, but I'll find a way to work around it.
I take two new magazines and continue my way inside, shoot the lock of the office door, kick it open, and see that Diego is about to run through the back door.
Pussy.
“Diego, long time no see!” I greet him with a big smile on my face and open my arms, -still holding my guns,- as if I want to hug him from afar.
He begins to shake, and the shaking worsens as I get closer to him.
“G-Guys, w-what are you d-doing here? I w-wasn’t expecting you !” He stutters shakily, which makes me smile wider.
“We didn’t expect you to rob our warehouse either, but here we are!”
“Adonis, let’s talk. I can explain! Please--” He begs, but I’m not in the mood to hear any stupid excuses.
I empty my guns in his face, and damn… that’s a nasty view. If I were a bit more sensitive, I would for sure not eat any meat in the near future. But fuck, now I'm craving stake.
We leave the guard Liam kept at gunpoint, to be sure that the world finds out what happens if they steal from us.
I order our men to put the stolen guns in our trucks and go back home, satisfied and much calmer.
Mission accomplished.
It was almost night, and I still hadn’t received my email with the video surveillance from my new P.I.
For fuck’s sake, are they all incompetent?!
“Why is my email empty?” The anger in my voice makes his following words sound like a whisper.
“It’s almost done. One more hour and you’ll have it.”
“You have exactly 60 minutes. If I don’t get it in 60 minutes, in 61 minutes you’ll have a bullet in your head! Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes, boss. 60 minutes.” I hang up the phone and let out a big breath.
Calm, Adonis, you can’t kill every P.I..