“I didn’t–––.”
“You did,” I swiftly cut her off. “You told me all of this and I had the resources to confirm it.”
Hearing the metal door slam and the sound of multiple voices, I finished what I was doing and prepared to never have to see her again.
“I admit you were smart, I had no idea you were the Ace. But when I look at you I don’t see a strong woman or my mother, I see a sick individual who hid behind other people while they did all the dirty work.”
Advancing towards her I stopped and leaned down, making us eye level.
”You don’t all that powerful sitting here in this chair,” I smiled, leaning a little closer. “I know you want this empire, but you can’t have it. Where you’re going, every single day of your life is guaranteed to be a living hell.”
Moving some of her hair to the side, I whispered the name of Malignant and kissed her cheek, covering her protests up with another strip of duck tape.
I carried a grin with me all the way to the door. Some people just didn’t deserve forgiveness, she was one of them.
Epilogue-One
Holding my hands out in front of me, I laughed almost losing my balance.
“Where is it?”
“You’re almost there,” Mateo laughed, keeping his hands over my eyes.
I took three more steps and then collided with what could only be a car.
Mateo dropped his hands and stepped back, allowing me a moment to fully take in the stunning sixty-nine SS Camaro right in front of me.
“When did you get this?”
“Peyton found it for me before our honeymoon. Had it all set up and delivered last night.”
I shook my head, trying not to cry.
“You mentioned you and your father going to look at one. I thought it’d make a good wedding gift.”
“God, Mateo, shut up,” I huffed, swiping my eyes, trying to ruin my makeup. “I thought the dogs were my wedding gifts?” I peeked over my shoulder when he came up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist.
“This can be a just because gift then. Am I allowed to give those?”
I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you, not because of the car, but because you’re you.”
“I love you too my, anjo.” He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. “
When he pulled back, he ran the pad of his thumb over my lips’ and smirked.
“I thought you’d like to drive it, and I know of this diner on the edge of town with greasy burgers and a fantastic restroom.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I need to see this bathroom, and I’d never turn down a good burger.”
He reached in his pocket and retrieved the key, dangling it in front of my face.
“So then why are we still standing here?”
Epilogue-Two
Another year older, but I’d never felt younger.
I sat in an iron wicker chair, stroking the stubble on my chin with my thumb and surveying my backyard.
A BBQ was in full swing, thanks to my lovely wife, and I actually fit content with having way too many motherfuckers in my house.
I watched my Elena, sitting on the edge of the pool with a hotdog in her hand, laughing with her two friends.
My mother was lounging with a margarita in her hand; my father was manning the grill. A few of my falcons sat around conversing at ease, their wives and children nearby.
This, at the end of the day made everything well worth it. The drugs, the killings, the whores, it was all to build this lifestyle up and take care of my family.
I could remember clear as day sitting here not so long ago, initiating all I’d worked towards.
I sat in an iron wicker chair, stroking the stubble on my chin with my thumb and studying the two women in front of me.
My brother Elias and our cousin Sergio joined me at the round patio table, indulging in Cobb salads and silently watching the show.
The two women were beautiful like most of my whores were.
It was almost a shame what they had resorted to, selling what had once been supple bodies for money to married men and tourists who made empty promises and left them with nothing but soreness between their legs. The one on the left was actually a regular my father used, Eva Rias, the perfect pawn.
That wasn’t my problem, though. It was, however, a large problem for her because my mother was no longer tolerant of her presence.
“And neither of you have any idea what this book looks like?”
They shook their heads in unison.
“Speak up.”
“N-no, Patrón, of course not.” The one on the right answered.
I’d asked this question three times, giving each of them ample opportunity to tell the truth. Neither did. And I knew this because the man I sent to fuck them was one of my Falcons.
He’d recorded them from the time they sucked his dick as a team to the time they agreed to be informants if he got them out of the city.
They’d claimed to know the location of a book was that held invaluable information.
I wished I could say their deaths wouldn’t be personal but that would be a lie. I didn’t take kindly to anyone threatening my family, my empire, or my money. I also didn’t tolerate duplicity. Loyalty was of utmost importance.
I nodded, pretending I believed them, flashing the charming smile that always put people at ease.
The whore on the left fixed her attention on the file I had sitting on the table. She quickly diverted her gaze when she realized I was watching her for that very reason.
“She’s divine isn’t she?” I picked up the large black and white photograph of Elena Rias.
“Yes,” she said softly, refusing to show her true feelings on the matter.
I knew she had some, it was her twin sister after all, and very soon she would be my wife.
I placed the photo back in the folder and flipped it closed. Whores should never have the privilege of gazing upon queens.
“Well, since you’re here…” I stood and let her imagination figure out the rest.
Without shame, hesitation, or question she dropped her knees to the terracotta and reached for my belt buckle. As soon as her nimble fingers grasped the leather I brought my arm from behind my back, pressed the barrel of my gun to her forehead, and pulled the trigger before she could scream. My dick twitched as the light left her eyes.
Like a puppet that had been lifted up just to have its strings cut, her body slumped to the ground. Blood formed a shallow puddle around her head.
Her companion screamed and took off, like a newborn calf, trying to scramble across the stained concrete in heels.
“Why do you let them run?” Sergio shook his head in amusement.
“Sometimes I like them to believe they have a chance of survival. Makes it more fun,” I replied, reclaiming my chair.
A hand on my shoulder pulled me back to the present.
“You are daydreaming, eh?” Elias laughed, handing me a beer and sitting down in his usual chair.
“Something like that,” I said, seeking out Elena.
She was still in the same place. As if she felt my eyes on her she turned and smiled at me, sucking mustard off her thumb.
I’d done a lot of things to get her here, but I didn’t regret a single one. I ripped that fucking pendant off her sister’s neck and tossed it in a box of random ashes.
I made her mother take the fall for it, giving her my word that I’d ensure her own mother lived. Funny how that all worked out.
Sadly, though, Lucielle had a negative reaction to a sedative and never woke up one day.
I told Elena once I only lied when it came to the game, that hadn’t changed. I didn’t appreciate being fucked with and I always held the last hand.
I got what I wanted in the form of all Rihannon’s connections and the beautiful woman I loved and was going to extend the Remmington name with, the obsession driving me to finish what I started.<
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“You okay?” Sergio asked, coming to join us.
I glanced at Elena, who was now making her way towards me, and grinned.
“I’m better than okay.” I shared a knowing look with my baby brother
The Rias family was gone.
Game over, for now.
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