Langston looks like he’s about to kill me. “Why? Because you like her still hung up on you?”
“No, I want her happy. And you aren’t the settling down kind.”
“Whatever, let’s just kill this bastard and everyone else on his side. Then we can argue about whether or not I’d make a good boyfriend,” he says.
I hold out my hand, and he grasps it. “Deal.”
Before we can move, explosions start erupting.
Fuck, I hate Felix Black.
He can’t even fight like a man; he has to resort to using explosives—ones I’m sure my company made.
Langston and I dive down, covering our heads as my home begins to crumble around us.
“The girls…” Langston’s voice breaks.
“They got out okay.”
He frowns. “Now, who is bullshitting for no reason?”
“We don’t have time to argue now.” I grab his hand and pull him up after I stand.
And then we break apart, barking orders and pulling up the security feed to see where Felix is.
I spot him, standing smugly at the entrance—waiting for me.
He wants a fight—one on one.
I smile; it’s exactly what I want.
He may have won our last fight. But that was before I found out I’m going to be a father.
Kai is away. There will be no distractions.
I no longer care that Felix is my brother. I don’t feel guiltly for killing our brother. I want this fight. I want to kill Felix myself.
I walk outside with my gun pointed at Felix. I’m not going to wait for an invitation to fight this time; I start pulling the trigger—aiming at Felix as he dives behind a car.
Several of his men are standing around, expecting to watch a show. But they won’t get to spectate. I shoot them all, killing them one by one. The traitorous bastards. They all used to work for me. Fight by my side. I protected them endless times fighting battles by myself, only involving them in the fight when I had to, and this is how they repay me.
“Come out and fight,” I say, when the smoke clears.
Felix is still hiding behind the car, but I hear his chuckles. Everything is a joke with this guy.
I hear the bullets flying before I see them, and I dive down as I fire back.
We continue to exchange bullets. For hours. Both of us ducking behind bulletproof cars as we try to fire at the other. And I know eventually, we will run out of bullets.
I could text Langston to meet me with more bullets, but he’s busy fighting off the rest of Felix’s team.
No, I want to kill Felix by myself.
I look at the dozen bullets I have left. I can’t keep shooting at a car. I need to attack.
I move silently, ducking behind cars, making it impossible for Felix to know where I am. He doesn’t know which side I’m attacking from or how close I am, but since I’m no longer firing bullets at him, he knows I’m close. He knows I’m about to attack.
I pull a knife from my pocket, ready for hand to hand combat.