“Don’t worry. I will find a way.” Lupe reassured his cousin.
“I’m sure you will. Let’s get back to other business.”
Lupe closed the laptop.
“What did Magnum bring in last week?”
“Not enough. He is slacking.” Lupe said while looking at last week’s quota.
“Supongo que tendremos que hacer algo al respecto.”
(Guess we’ll have to do something about it.)
“Eso no sera un problema.” Lupe knew what Paco meant by it.
(That will not be a problem.)
“Apparently that prick doesn’t want his territory back too bad.”
“More for us.” Lupe joked.
Tyson’s plan was getting ready to play out. More so it was Cassius’s idea. It was to use all of Tyson’s men including himself and Que. Although they were outnumbered by three extra men. But that didn’t really matter. It was going to be an unexpected ambush.
Tyson talked to his men through an earpiece in his ear. They all had the same one.
“We have been over this. So get into your positions. We need to get this done.” He demanded.
Que didn’t want any part of it but he didn’t really have much of a choice. He positioned his gun looking through the scope for his target. They were all going to shoot at the same time.
They all positioned themselves to kill whoever was closest to their line of view. They waited for Tyson’s kill order. They already had known who they were going to kill as they had already been prepared by learning of Paco’s guard’s routines. Knowing what they did and where they stood. Only three men would be left still undead.
Tyson positioned his high powered rifle. He looked through the scope. Aiming at the head of the guard, nearest to the fence.
“Is everyone ready?” He asked his men.
He waited for them all to reply back to him. Everyone did except Que.
“Que? What are you doing? Answer me.” Tyson ordered.
Still no answer.
“Que.” Tyson said his name like he demanded an answer.
“I’m ready. Sorry. My earpiece malfunctioned.” He lied.
Que was hesitating not wanting to be a part of the war but he couldn’t go against Tyson.
“Okay. Let’s get this over with.” Tyson told them.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Cassius said.
“After my shot…fire.” He told them.
Tyson waited a few short seconds before taking the first shot. Killing the first guard. Shooting him in the head. Everyone else quickly shot after. Taking out 16 more of Paco’s men.
Paco and Lupe heard noise from the outside.
“What the hell was that?” Paco panicked.
Only three men were left standing. They noticed the other men had been shot and killed. They looked around to see what was going on. One of the guards tried to warn Paco of the ambush.
“Paco!” Philip yelled.
“Philip? Que diablos esta pasando?” Paco asked through the walkie-talkie.
(Phillip? What the hell is going on?)
Paco received no answer back from him.
Tyson, Cassius, and Que took out the last three guards. Tyson had killed Phillip. Blood flowed from his body leaking to the walkie-talkie that had fallen out of his hand when he hit the ground.
“Phillip? Phillip?!” Paco tried getting his attention to only receive static back.
“What is going on?” Lupe wondered.
“Go check it out. No one is answering me back. Something has happened.” He ordered to Quickz and Lucky.
Quickz and Lucky pulled out their guns. They slowly made their way outside the warehouse. They immediately noticed the dead bodies.
“Oh look. Looks like they came to check out all the noise.” Cassius said.
“Leave them alive. I want them to report back to Paco.” Tyson ordered.
Quickz picked up a walkie-talkie from one of the bodies.
“Everyone is dead.” He told Paco.
“What the hell happened?”
“They all seem to have been shot in the head. I don’t see anyone around.” He told him.
“Who the hell has this kind of man power?” Lucky asked himself.
Paco and Lupe joined them outside. Paco looked at his dead men. A look of confusion filled all their faces.
“I think we were successful.” Tyson laughed.
“Who the hell is stupid enough to do something like this?! To kill my men?! How is this possible?!” Paco shouted.
Lupe thought to himself.
“You don’t think the Jamaicans pulled this off do you?” He suggested.
Paco thought for a moment.
“That son of a bitch Tyson. Those niggas retaliated against me?!”
“I think he’s pissed off.” Cassius laughed.
Tyson laughed and then ordered his men to pull out. It was time to leave.
“We knew that they were going to try something.” Lupe said.
“I didn’t think they could pull this off. If they are able to get this close and kill my men…anyone can do it. We have a big problem.” Paco said to them.
“What do you want to do?” Quickz asked.
“First we need to get rid of this mess. We can’t have any extra attention.” Paco told them.
“Great. 20 dead bodies to take care of.” Lupe didn’t want the burden.
“I warned him not to go to war with me. This was a big mistake.”
“We only have 10 men now. Including us.” Lupe pointed out.
“Get more.” Paco ordered before going back inside.
Lupe gave Quickz and Lucky a look of demand as if telling them to get rid of the bodies.
Cassius was driving the hummer. Marcel, Jamarco and Deandre were in the backseats. Tyson began dialing a phone number.
Paco’s cell rang. He took it out from his pocket. It was an unknown number.
“Who the hell is this?” He demanded.
Tyson waited to answer back.
“Who is this?!” Paco shouted.
“Did I get your attention?” Tyson taunted.
Paco recognized his voice.
“You mother-”
Tyson quickly cut him off.
“Let’s skip the name calling Paco huh? You killed my men, I killed yours. It’s only fair.”
“What are we keeping score?” He said angered.
“Damn right we’re keeping score. We’re at war you punk ass bitch. You destroyed my warehouse and killed my men. I thought I would return the favor.”
“Return the favor? You think this is a game?” Paco said looking out one of the windows. Quickz and Lucky were burning the dead bodies.
“Need I remind you that you were the one who started this war?!” Tyson shouted.
“I warned you to shut down your gun business. You did not comply.”
“I told you that was not going to happen. You don’t own this city.”
“Do you realize who you are screwing with?!”
“Looks to me like you’ve met your match. I’m not afraid of you. Let’s get that through your head. Did you think that we weren’t going to retaliate against you stupid punks?”
“You better watch who you are talking to like that.” Paco threatened.
“What are you going to do? You are outnumbered now. This war is over!”
“This war has just begun.” Paco told him confidently.
Zamora got dressed for the day, wearing her favorite black BOSS hat and red skinny jeans and black ankle boots. She wore black and red arm length lace gloves to cover up the scar Tyson had given her. The children were playing together in the playroom. Nikkya was finishing up in the shower.
Zamora went downstairs to find Minnie. She needed to talk to her. Zamora found her in the kitchen preparing something to eat for the children. Minnie heard the sound of her daughter’s boots clicking on the floor.
“Good afternoon sweetie.” Minnie smiled at her.
Zamora faintly s
miled back while sitting up at the counter.
“We need to talk about Braydon. He has visitation with his father tomorrow. Dice asked to see him more often and he wants to meet you.”
“That won’t be a problem. I’m looking forward to meeting him as well. Did you tell Braydon yet? That you can’t take him to see his father anymore?”
“No not yet. I’m going to explain it to him today.”
“I hope that goes okay.”
“I’ll find a way to make him understand.” She told him.
Minnie faced her daughter at the counter.
“Zamora? I’m sorry that it has to be like this. I wish it didn’t.” Minnie said kindly.
“So do I. But I know that it’s for the best. I know he’s safe with you.”
“Yes he is. I promise.”
Zamora faintly smiled again before proceeding to get up. She started walking out of the kitchen but turned back to Minnie.
“How do you explain to a four year old…that you can’t be the one to take him to see his father anymore?”
“You just do it.” Minnie gently said.
Zamora nodded like Minnie was right and then turned around to head back up the stairs to explain to her nephew.
Zamora and Braydon sat on his bed. She was deciding on how to explain to her nephew. She looked at him.
“Braydon? Your daddy wants you to come and see him more often.” She started off saying.
“Really?!” His eyes lit up.
“Yes. He misses you.” Zamora let out a fake smile.
“When do I get to see him?” He asked her hugging his teddy bear.
“You get to see him tomorrow.”
“Yeah!” Braydon yelled.
“But there’s something that I have to tell you.”
“What?” He asked calmly.
Zamora hesitated.
“Aunt Zamora can’t be the one to take you to see him anymore. Someone else is going to do that.”
“How come?” He asked confused.
“That’s kind of hard to explain. That’s something that you’re just too little to know right now.”
“Who’s gonna take me to see my daddy?” He wondered.
“Well…Minnie is going to be the one taking you from now on.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the way it has to be.”
“Why?” He continued to question.
Zamora sighed unsure of how to explain it right.
“Someday Braydon. When you’re older. You’ll understand.”
“Okay.” That was all he said.
JT was in the car garage he worked at fixing something underneath the car. He was the only one there. The radio was playing. JT heard the door creek open.
“Hello?” He yelled out.
No one answered. He thought nothing of it and returned back to fixing the car. The radio turned off. JT put the tool down next to him.
“Is someone in here?!” He shouted.
No one answered again.
Suddenly he was pulled out from under the car.
“What the hell!” JT shouted not knowing what was happening.
“How are you doing JT?” Someone said.
“Jesus Christ Que. You scared the shit out of me.”
“That was the idea.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” JT asked standing up.
His jumpsuit and hands were covered in grease and oil.
“To talk.”
“About what?”
“You know what.”
“Is this about Zamora? We’ve been through this. I’m not going to say shit okay?” JT told him.
“I’m not the one who wants to talk.” Que said.
“What do you mean?” JT was confused. He looked around.
“Hello JT?” Tyson grinned walking in with Jamarco and Deandre by his side.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked wiping his hands off with a rag.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m ahead of the Jamaican Posse.” Tyson said proudly.
“Is this a joke?” JT looked at Que.
“Not at all. I tried to explain him that you promise to keep your mouth shut, but…” Que said.
Tyson got close to JT.
“You’re the one who kidnapped my sister?” JT tried to keep his calm.
“It was nothing personal. Just business.” Tyson smirked thinking of it like a joke.
“Are you freakin’ kidding me? I thought something happened to her!” He raised his voice.
“I advise you to watch your tone with me.” Tyson threatened.
“Or what? You going to scar my hand the same way you did Zamora?” JT tested him.
“JT?” Que said. “You should really keep your mouth shut.”
“Zamora made a mistake. You have not…yet. We did not harm your sister. I just needed her to be able to keep control of Zamora. Zamora has a weakness…for family.”
“Everyone has a weakness.” JT implied.
“That’s exactly what I came to talk to you about.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your weakness…is your sister…Nikkya. As is Zamora’s. But you obviously care for her more.”
“What are you implying?” JT was getting angered.
“I just want you to get it through your head…Mr. James Thompson.”
JT looked confused as to how he knew his real name.
Tyson continued. “If by any means, you reveal the truth to Zamora about whom is responsible for the death of her sister…you will soon be sharing the same experience with the death of yours. Then you and Zamora will have a lot more in common.”
“If you lay a hand on my sister again-” JT started to say.
Tyson cut him off.
“Do not make threats to me JT. I control her fate. Do you understand? If I wanted your sister dead, she would be. But I need her alive for Zamora’s sake.”
“So what are you saying? You’re going to take Nikkya again when the time comes?”
“I do what I have to do to get what I want from people. I promise you that she will not be harmed unless I am forced to do so. Zamora’s weakness for Nikkya goes a long way.”
“And if my sister is dead, how do you expect to get a hold of Zamora?” JT questioned.
“Zamora has others that she loves. I was going to take the boy at first. You know the little innocent one that she takes care of for her spick of a brother? But Que here…suggested Nikkya instead.” Tyson confessed. Throwing Que under the bus.
JT gave an angry look at Que.
“It was Nikkya…or the boy.” Que told him.
“Personally. I find women more fun.” Tyson joked.
JT took offense to his remark. He started to reach out like he was going to hit Tyson. That didn’t go over well. Tyson caught his fist and slammed JT on to the hood of the car, putting his blade to his throat.
“Listen here, my friend. You really don’t want to push my buttons. That would be a big mistake. I don’t know who you think you are, but you really have balls to go against me. I have more power then you have. I will gut you like a pig! And then feed your insides to real ones. You better watch yourself. Do not screw with me!” Tyson warned him before letting him up from the car.
Tyson put his blade away. JT had a fierce look on his face.
“Normally I would have cut you by now, but I’ll let it slide considering the fact that I may have purposely hit a nerve. I suggest you not test me again. Keep your damn mouth shut. If you even think about revealing the truth…I’ll make sure your baby sister dies in your arms.” Tyson told him.
Tyson stared at JT for a moment before leaving with Jamarco and Deandre.
“I hope you don’t take it personal JT. It had to be Nikkya. Braydon is just a child.”
“Don’t pretend like you have remorse. Get the hell out of here.” He told Que.
Zamora walked by her father’s office, hearing him yell over the phone to someone. Yelling to someone about some busine
ss deal gone wrong. Carlos overheard his daughter outside the door, whom was listening outside the door.
“Zamora! Come inside.” He yelled to her.
He told the person he was speaking to on the phone that he would deal with the problem later, while Zamora opened the office door.
“What is it?” She impatiently asked him.
“I think we need to talk about our last conversation.” He told her.
Zamora closed the door behind her after entering the room.
“I don’t think it’s necessary.”
“Well I do. So please sit down.” He demanded.
Zamora sat down on the couch.
“I’m over it.” Zamora told him.
“I don’t think you are. I need to make sure that you understand what I did.”
“I get it. I told you I’m over it. I understand. I was angry because you kept it from me. You should’ve told me the day we met. When I first came here.” She told him.
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you would react. I thought the truth would scare you off. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you.”
“Well…what’s done is done. I’m not angry anymore.” She said.
Carlos could sense the tension in her voice.
“You’re pissed off about something. What is it?” He wondered.
Carlos’s cell phone buzzed on the table. He answered it.
Zamora waited until he was finished talking.
“We will have to finish this conversation another time. I have to take care of some important business.” He told his daughter.
“Like what?” She asked curiously.
“Someone I was talking to before you walked in.” He told her gathering some things together.
“I want to know.”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Are you really going to go there?”
“It’s cartel business Zamora. I don’t want you involved.”
Zamora sarcastically laughed.
“I think we’re way past that don’t you think so father?” She said seriously.
Carlos sighed.
“You’re right.” He agreed. “But…this is for an important cartel meeting with three other crime families. I don’t think it’s best-”
Zamora quickly cut him off.
“You don’t get to decide what’s best for me.”
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