Chapter 33 JacQues
“Nobody is leaving until one of you muthafuckas confess!” I yelled, looking around the room. “One or several of you crossed me! Who was it?!”
They all looked at me, the room echoing with deafening silence. I had to chuckle to myself. They must have taken me for a joke. Now I had to show them just how funny I could be.
“Andre, front and center.”
Andre looked around nervously as he stepped forward.
“On your knees.”
“Boss—”
Whipping out my gun, I shot him in the kneecap. He howled in pain as he collapsed to the floor.
“I said on your fucking knees!” I paced in front of his crying ass, rubbing the gun against my temple. “Didn’t I send you to the hospital, Andre?”
“Boss, please—”
I shot him in the other knee.
“Answer the question!”
“Yes!”
“And didn’t you tell me they said that bitch was dead?”
“Yes… that’s what they said.”
“That’s what they said.” I nodded. “And you told them you were her brother?”
“Y-yes.”
“And you didn’t ask to see a fucking body?”
“How was I supposed to walk in that room and be ambushed? You saw what they did downtown. These ain’t average niggas, JacQues.”
I hit him with the butt of the gun, causing blood to fly out of his mouth.
“That’s exactly why I know one of you flipped on me. I pay you all very well, do I not? Don’t I look out for you? Don’t I provide some of you a fucking top-of-the-line experience with my girls? And this is how you do me!”
Aiming the gun, I shot Andre in the head. His body slumped to the floor.
“For every five minutes that I don’t have an answer, one of you sons of bitches is gonna die.”
It had to be one of them.
There was no way this fake bitch knew enough about me to know where to find me, my kids to kidnap my entire family. Somebody was feeding her information. The men in this room were privy to a lot of information about my dealings because they were involved in the many pots I had my hands in.
I knew these men.
I knew their families.
Hell, some of them paid me for pussy. Just like they knew my dirty secrets, I knew theirs. So to cross me was a big mistake on their end.
The sound of a door opening broke the intense stare-off between me and the group in front of me. I turned to see the men from the gala filing into the room with a slew of other men and women behind them. Everybody had assault rifles.
Fuck!
We weren’t outnumbered, but I made my men leave their guns outside so none of them jumped stupid and tried to pull one on me.
“Are we late to the party?” the big one asked.
I frowned because this was the one security said they saw Alissa talking to. I turned with my gun trained on them.
“Did you touch my wife?” I asked, a deep frown on my face.
“Nigga, please. I have a beautiful wife who’s self-made, waiting on me to get back. The fuck I look like touching a bitch that used to sell pussy for money? I have standards. Don’t worry. You’re about to be with her.”
The group of them circled me and my men, caging us in with their guns trained.
“Where’s that bitch?” I asked.
The one with locs glared at me. “Which bitch you talking about cause I know it ain’t my sister.”
I laughed. “Your sister is lucky I didn’t have her selling that pussy since she wouldn’t let me taste it.”
Locs cocked his gun. “Give me a reason to put a bullet between your fucking eyes.”
“Let’s wrap this shit up,” another one said. “I’m tempted to empty this clip before Mia gets her hands on him.”
I shook my head. “I’d never take orders from a bitch. Guess we’re built different.”
He smirked. “When she’s done with you, we definitely will be.”
The words had barely left his mouth before I heard the unanimous sound of guns cocking.
Shots rang out, and I ducked for cover as the bodies of my men started dropping left and right.
In a matter of seconds, they were all dead or bleeding out.
My gaze was so trained on the carnage before me that I didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps.
When I looked up, the big one was standing over me with his gun.
“Lights out, nigga.”
The last thing I remembered was him hitting me with it so hard that I blacked out.