This chapter is dedicated to @ehbugaloo
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I wrenched my arm away as Adam tried to hold me back.
Oh hell no. I just found out that the man I didn't beat to a pulp the previous night killed my brother and almost ended my life in the process. Ain't no asshole going to hold me back.
Fuck this shit.
I swiveled away from Adam and turned towards the guy. Someone's dying tonight.
When I was finally a couple of feet away from him, I could finally see how his eyes blazed with anger as if I have somehow offended him.
I stared into the depth of his eyes, willing him to try and taunt me one more time.
"What are you trying to say," I managed to spit out whilst holding myself back on punching him. By now, it was a miracle that I haven't pummeled him in.
"I am the truck driver, you foolish bitch." He snarled and although I expected the answer, it didn't faze to throw me aback as my knees buckled a little.
But this doesn't make sense. All of the pieces aren't making any clear image of the freaking puzzle. They're trying to mess with your head. Don't let them screw with you. You're Pixie. Act like it. I scolded myself mentally as I steeled my expression one more time.
It's getting harder and harder each time he brought Bryant up. It's like his ghost was hovering over me, watching me and testing my reaction like poking a damn bear.
I breathed through my nose as I tried to calm myself down and piece it all together. I'm trying so hard not to kill this guy but he's making it real hard by just standing in my line of sight, looking like he wanted to be punched.
"Dom said he killed my brother." I gritted out in a tight voice as I collected my senses and tried not to choke on the overflowing emotions.
"He's my colleague. Paid me to kill brother dearest." He replied in that same calm tone that managed to set me off another inch towards the black hole of rage.
I breathed and counted to 10 once more as I watched him file his nails as if I wasn't there about to slit his throat with my bare nails.
My right eye twitched as I struggled to maintain my calmness and I smacked it once again. "It doesn't make sense."
"Why should it? He's crazy but he's a filthy rich bastard. I'm sane and ambitious but I'm a penniless man." I snorted. It was a bad timing but it was snort-worthy.
"Talk about perfect couple," I muttered in disgust as I stared at him. I was disgusted because just to receive some money, this guy would actually take the innocent life of a teenager. Bryant was just a teenage boy, he was barely 18 when that truck came barreling out of nowhere and claimed his life.
All these years, I blamed no one but myself but just days ago, I found out that there was someone to blame. That my ex-childhood best friend was the cause of my brother's death and now? Someone else was claiming to have killed him for money, receiving orders from Dom.
Could Dom really be that much of a shameless bastard that he would actually hire some deranged bastard to kill off his best friend? The thought made me revolt in disgust towards Dom more than I already felt and that was talking a lot.
Couldn't a girl have a break? I'm so sick and tired of all this drama. A year ago, I was a girl that was going through a hard time on coping with her brother's recent death that was caused by an accident.
Now, I'm a girl who is an illegal street fighter, running around the night city, fighting for some cash to help a friend out and that was subtracting the fact that I just found out that my ex-childhood best friend hired a man to kill my brother and that hitman was standing in front of me after I went easy on him when I could've beaten him til death collected his soul.
I'm beyond pissed.
"I'm giving you 35 seconds to tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now." I glared daggers at him as my fists started to shake but I pressed them tightly onto my thighs, digging my knuckles over the soft material of my dress.
The guy didn't even have enough sense to look scared. He just stood there, looking like we were old friends gossiping about some dude that got cheated on by his slut girlfriend or something.
Suddenly, I just couldn't take it anymore and my fist went flying towards his jaw and a sickening crack echoed through the dark and eerie alley.
I heard a small wince coming from behind me but decided to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.
"A-a-ah.." He wheezed out as he held up his pointer finger to halt my next hit and bent it so that it seems like he was pointing something behind me.
My head tilted to a side, my mind thoroughly confused and all the while, I stared on that finger. What?
I slowly pivoted on my wheel and turned around to face a blue Adam held in a gullet-in choke by a guy who is probably addicted to working out since his arms alone were as huge as both of scowl-face's heads here combined.
Adam's head looked like it could be snapped any second in the man's hold and I could feel my conscience loosing her cool at the sight. The dude's gonna die.
Adam has his fingers digging into the man's flesh but the buff man looked as though they were pesky little ants biting into him.
"Let him go!" I yelled at scowl-face but he tutted, an amused smirk plastered.
"Now, now Casey. I have the upper hand now and you, of all people should know what that means. You don't get a say in anything." He taunted me with a smug smile that churns my insides and I could mentally imagine the bile rising.
"What the fuck do you want, you pig?!" I spat out in disgust as I switched my stare back and forth between an air deprived Adam and the smug scowl-face.
I could feel the fear build up in me the second I saw Adam turning slightly purple. I turned to scowl-face fully this time, showing my impatience and not bothering to hide the frantic tone behind my stance.
A voice cut through the air and I stiffened at the familiar gruff voice.
"Come on now, Finn. Let go of the poor guy, he looks like he's suffocating from your BO." I turned slowly towards the source of the voice. A sharp inhale of air cut through the silence of the night but I was too entranced by the presence of the short man in front of me.
Thank God Adam's alive though.
I watched as a chubby hand swipe the shades off his eyes and I remembered turning into a sassy bitch thinking, "Who in their right mind uses sunglasses in the middle of the night?" A douchebag, that's who.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped at him in anger. I pretty sure I made it clear the last time that I didn't want to see him every again.
"I am his boss," he pointed past me towards scowl-face and I felt my jaw go slack while my face scrunched up in confusion.
"Wait, hold up. I thought Dom ordered you to kill Bryant but you work for baldy here?" I asked scowl-face in a bewildered tone.
"I quit working for Dom after he tried killing me in that 'set the hitman's house on fire incident', probably to eliminate all witnesses. So I thought, why not go after the girl he's infatuated with and then I found this filthy rich dude to fund my stunts." He commented bitterly and I could hear the hatred dripping from his tone.
"So let's get this straight, you worked for Dom, killed my brother and almost killed me in the process but then was almost killed by Dom so now you plan on getting back at him by trying to hold me as a leverage or something and is also working for baldy here? Did I get that right?" I said aloud, reciting the things that was slowly sinking in.
He nodded. "Yep, pretty much." He said it so casually, it made the desire to cork his eyeballs out grow in me.
"And with the dress suit and fancy ass pants, you're another psycho. But with the additional pinch of being a drug dealer, no?" I guessed and when he nodded, I felt the urge to slap myself and try to remember all the things again.
"It was lovely meeting you, Cassandra. A real pleasure to have struck a conversation with you but the sole purpose of us coming here is just to notify you that we're watching everything, Ms. Johnson. Everything." The way he said it caused shivers to run down my spine and I shuddered lightly to shake the feeling away.
My feet were rooted in its place and I watched the three men leave the alley, leaving a dumbstruck teenage girl and a traumatized teenage boy that was still caressing his neck.
Where the hell did I take that wrong turn in my life?
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Hey brothaaaaa~
Anyways, the next update will be a new update schedule. I know, it bugs me too but updating daily turns out to be extremely distracting and tiring and sleep depriving so, I hope you all understand.
And for you guys who have asked me for my real name and who I have asked to wait for the last chapter deliberately, I changed my profile name into it and because I can't remember who you are so.. Yeah.
Hey peeps, da name's Michelle J. I'll still be going with J tho because basically everyone calls me J.
If you have anything that you want to know about me or the book, you can pm me. Me don't mind-y.
Anyways, gotta sleep. Love y'all and stay awesome ðð¦
Ciao -J