Chapter Three
Wyatt
I just stole my lunch for the day, and I am making my way back to the group home. The local grocery store is getting suspicious of me, so I’m going to have to find another place to loot soon. I walk past some kids playing on the playground, looking around I see adults, nose-deep in the paper or their phones, not paying an inkling of attention to their children. I shake my head. As I walk past, I hear this older kid taunting a little girl.
“Awe, look at the baby cry. Too bad you don’t have a mommy or daddy to help you. How does it feel to know that they threw you away like trash? That’s what you are, trash.”
She’s crying and he will not stop pulling her hair. She can’t be older than ten years old and visibly vulnerable. I wouldn’t normally get involved, but something is pulling me towards the altercation before I have time to think.
“A foster baby. Nobody loves you. You are nothing in this world.” He pushes her to the ground.
Visions of my past blur my vision, my mother and father dead in the kitchen. Their throats were slit, and blood poured from their bodies. My baby sister was found in the tub, face down. The only reason I survived is because I simply was not home- I was at school. The person who did this was caught, but that wasn’t good enough. He needed to pay, and he would .
I was only eight when it happened, my whole family was taken from me, and I was forced into foster care. I hated it, they only wanted me for the fucking check, and nobody gave a shit about my well-being. When I was thirteen, I ran away after hitting my foster dad for putting his hands on me. He learned to never fucking touch me after that, not that I would have given him a chance anyway. I have been on the street ever since, living my life the way I fucking want to.
The girl looks up, her big brown eyes full of tears, pleading me with her eyes for help. I look at the fat redheaded kid and scoff. “Why don’t you try picking on someone your own fucking size.” I get in his face and poke his shoulder hard enough to make him move.
“Oh look, the failure’s got a boyfriend. At least somebody wants you,” he laughs.
Before I know it, my hands are wrapped around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. His big green eyes are wide, his face turning red and then purple. He claws at my hands and the crowd that was gathered watching him torment this girl for not having parents they all gasp.
“If you ever lay a hand on her again, I will fucking break it. Talk to her again, and I’ll rip your fucking tongue out. If that still doesn’t stop you, I will end your pathetic existence on this planet.” I look at the crowd around me, “that goes for all of you,” I squeeze harder and they all back away.
“Do I make myself clear?” I lean in and his eyes are about to bulge out of his big ass head.
He nods frantically and I smirk. I throw him back and he lands on his ass. He gulps in a breath as he grabs his throat, a visible outline of my hands is already forming on his neck. It makes me smile.
“Leave!” I shout and everyone takes off running.
I turn back towards the girl who is staring up at me, awestruck.
“Are you ok?” I ask in a gruff voice .
Her eyes go wide, and she steps back, and I curse myself. I’ve been on my own for two years. I forget what it’s like to talk to a younger person, let alone a girl.
“I’m sorry,” I try to say softly. It must work because she relaxes a bit.
“Did he hurt you?” I ask, tears well up in her eyes, and it makes my heart clench.
Why is she affecting me so much?
“H… He pulled my hair, but I am ok,” she says, trembling.
“I won’t hurt you,” trying to reassure her. She offers me a smile.
“You are very handsome,” she smiles shyly up at me.
I return her smile, “Thanks. You know just because you are in foster care does not mean you are any less important, ok?”
“You are brave and strong and live a life most would run away from. You will survive this. What is your name?” A tear slips down her face.
“My name is Blair. Thank you for rescuing me,” she whispers, looking down. Something in me stirs.
“I will always rescue you,” acknowledging the truth in the words. She looks up at me confused.
The bell rings and I see all the kids filing into the school I didn’t notice until now.
“I… I have to go, thank you so much, uhm, sir.” She settles on calling me.
“Blair, remember what I said. You are a survivor.” She thinks, then nods, turning and running off to school.
I stand in the back of the club watching Pitbull work. My boss can be a bit of a dick and has zero tolerance for bullshit. Something I admire most about him. After my sixteenth birthday, he found me working my way through fight clubs, winning of course. He approached me and offered me something I couldn’t refuse, and he knew it .
A family is something I desperately wanted, and he provided everything for me. Took me in and made me his right-hand man. I trained day and night and eventually, I became a lethal fucking weapon. I always knew Pitbull was in the Mafia, it just took a while to realize he fucking is the Mafia.
Around the age of twenty, I could hold my own. He took me to his first drug exchange, and I was able to put my skills to work. I have been plastered to his side ever since. He put me through hack training, and I became the best there is. Which is how I was able to find my Little Dove so easily.
I watch as he does trades in the VIP section of our club. They promise to provide him with the best brand of blow there is. My boss is a businessman, and when the opportunity presents itself, he can’t say no. The young twenty-year-old is shaking, which is putting me on edge. I’ll never show it, but I am watching his every fucking move. If he even breathes the wrong way I will kill him.
“T… thank you so much. I won’t disappoint.” He trembles, clearly tasting his own product.
“Do not cross me, I am making this deal with you, but I will not hesitate to send my goons out to correct your behavior, starting with your pretty little girlfriend,” the man’s eyes widened.
Did he think we didn’t do a thorough background check on him before we met here? He really is just as stupid as he looks. We know everything about this man, straight down to where he pisses at night. The threat in the air causes him to shift uncomfortably.
“Comprende?” Pitbull says.
The man's eyes go to me, and I see the sweat pouring from his forehead.
“Yes, yes of course.” He bows and Pitbull rises .
“Leave, I’ll be in touch.” The man almost runs out of the room.
“Will you relax, son? The exchange went better than we thought. Here’s your cut.”
Pit hands me two stacks of cash, and I look at him. "This is a mistake. He’s skittish and a liability," I remark in a dry tone.
“That’s what I have you for,” he says patting my arm while he walks by.
“Speaking of, I need you to take Kade and pick up some money I’m owed. I gave them the money they needed and now it’s time to collect. It’s yours once you collect it. It’s Tiger, the club that has been booming with business since we offered the help they begged me for. If they don’t comply, start with the wife, I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to listen then,” I nod and turn to walk away.
As I listen to Kade tell this old pervert he needs to pay up, my mind goes somewhere else. I think back to when I had just turned sixteen, I found Blair again and followed her home. She was in another foster home and the family that took her in looked like the trash you find in a dump. I followed her home every day for six months.
One day as I am waiting outside for her to get into the car as she always does, something feels off. I can’t shake the feeling, so I go to the house and sneak around to her bedroom window. I only catch the end of it but I see him yelling at her to come to him. I follow her movements to the living room and see the fat piece of shit sitting there with his fucking dick out. I seethe in rage; it takes everything in me not to go in there right now and fucking end him. She is scared, but luckily the person in the car comes to the door and knocks a few times. Blair leaves, unharmed. I would not have let him do it anyway. Regardless of me being caught I would have fucking killed him and made her watch .
She has been at school for a few hours, and I know my time to make him pay is now. I have no doubt when she gets back home that he will force himself on her again. He’s alone, drunk, and sitting on the couch, his dick still out. I don’t waste time when I make my way inside. I take the hammer I found on the counter and bash his motherfucking brains in. I didn’t stop until he was unrecognizable. I know the gloves will hide my DNA and I have no hair on my face or head. This will be just another unsolved murder. I kick his lifeless body and make my way out with the weapon in my hand.
Once I get back to the fight club I’ve been staying in, I ditch the weapon in a pile of trash that is about to be taken away. Taking care of the weapon means no evidence. No evidence means I am in the fucking clear. I take a shower and burn all of the clothes including my shoes. I have never felt so exhilarated as I do now.
“Do you fucking hear the words that are coming out of my fucking mouth you old brute?” Kade yells snapping me out of my flashback. I step forward and the old man's eyes shoot to me.
“I just don’t have it yet. I had a leak yesterday an-,” I land a punch straight on his nose.
His head snaps back and blood pours from his broken nose. He grips it, cursing.
“This is how it’s going to go,” Kade says, leaning in.
“If you do not pay the money you owe, I will take your wife. I will force her on her knees and make you watch while she sucks my cock. Then I will kill her, slowly. I will work my way down your family tree until only you live. And while you watch your whole family die, only then will I kill you.” His voice is threatening.
“Ok, ok, it’s in the safe,” the trembling man says.
Kade moves before the old man can process what is happening. He takes the old man's thumb and cuts it off with his knife in one go. His screams are like music to my fucking ears. A smirk appears on Kade's face.
“Lie again, and It’ll be your wife,” he threatens, moving away.
The man stands up after wrapping his hand in his shirt and walks to the safe. He opens it and throws the six bundles of cash on the desk. Kade raises his brow at him. “You’re short,” he says without even counting it. But he’s right.
“There was a leak, I have the paperwork to prove it. Please, I’ll get it to you tonight when we open,” he says trembling and looking pale.
“You’re in luck, it’s my man's birthday here. I guess we will just come here to celebrate.” I shoot him a glare and he smirks. He knows I hate celebrating a day that means shit to me, but it’s a nice excuse to come here and seek out the drug lord trying to take over our turf.
“Ok, I will make sure you have the best time. All VIP access, you can have any girl you want, I won’t ask questions and they will be more than willing. After the night ends I will have the rest,” the old man says, trying to ease the tension.
“Well, why didn’t you just say that to begin with? We will be back when you open, nine right?” Kade slaps the old man on the back, causing him to yelp.
“Y… yes nine,” he stumbles out.
We gather the bundles of cash and I give Kade his cut and take the rest. It’s over six hundred thousand, all clean cash too. It’ll be easy to write off, with our club being the hype of this town. “We aren’t celebrating,” I tell Kade as we leave the ranky-ass club. He smiles at me.
“Of course we are, you only turn twenty-eight once man, you need to get laid.” I roll my eyes.
Nobody knows of my obsession with Blair Sallows. I look at the clock and see it’s just after seven a.m., she will be off work in thirty minutes. “I’ll see you tonight,” I remark tersely before turning and walking away. I need a distraction and seeing my Little Dove seems like the perfect choice.