Page 97 of End It All

It lit up green and unlocked.

"Yeah, I know. Send the bill to Benito,” he said.

"He's going to kill you," I reminded my friend.

"No, he's going to fuck me to death. There is a difference."

Talking to him was like talking to some sex-crazed psychopath. I shook my head, not willing to argue with him because a part of me agreed. After this, I was going to need a few rounds in the bedroom. The only issue with that was the one I wanted to go a few rounds with was rightfully pissed off at me. Maybe some mind-blowing sex would make up for everything.

Harlow pushed the door open, and I went in first, gun raised. I leveled off three shots, taking down the first three men in sight. Two more came around the corner. I shot one in the leg and the other dodged in time for my bullet to find its home in the wall.

All hell broke loose as we made our way fully inside. The place was crawling with Daiki’s men and there would no doubt be more coming up like cockroaches. This was the fucking life. I dropped down over by a long couch as they opened fire. Thelarge vase next to me shattered, sending porcelain flying. A few bits sliced into my flesh, leaving behind a burn that only made me focus more.

I caught sight of Harlow on the other side, tangled around a guy, his knife cutting into him like he was fucking pinata and he was looking for candy. Blood splashed everywhere, coating them both. He could handle his own. I peeked over the top of the couch, and narrowly missed getting my head blown off.

"Who the fuck is it?" Daiki’s voice rang throughout the penthouse.

I lifted my head again, waving at him. "Hey, so I came over for a little of a chat."

One of the guys shot at me again and I returned fire. My bullet landed in the middle of his forehead, and he fell back before being replaced. Five men surrounded Daiki, shielding him on all sides.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Quincy? You can't be this stupid."

"You wildly overestimate my intelligence," I shot back. I hid behind the couch again and rounded it in a crawl.

Daiki’s laugh was maniacal. "You think you can take me down? By yourself?" he spat.

"I just want to know why you tried to have me killed."

"I don't have to explain anything to you."

"True, but I'm going to get answers one way or another," I shot back.

"Kill him. ???????????????????????????????."I want him dead. I'll send his head to my arrogant whore of a brother.

He still hadn't noticed Harlow, but knowing my best friend, that wasn't going to be the case for long. As if on cue, Harlow hopped out of his hiding spot and threw his knife across the room. One of the idiots got in the way and Daiki was protected.I didn't hesitate. I fired off another ten shots before I was out. I tossed my gun and took on a guy that was wider than me but at least a foot shorter. He was probably shorter than Blake. I took him down, smashing his head into the marble flooring. Whoever had to clean the mess was going to have a bitch of a time getting blood out of the grout.

I was up and moving for the next one without hesitation. His fist slammed into my rib cage, knocking the air right out of my lungs. I wheezed as I took the hit and jabbed my knife into his arm. His shout was a short victory as he continued to swing. I wasn't going to be able to take many more hard hits like that.

His fist came down like thunder, and I took the opportunity to pull my knife free. Blood sprayed over the side of my face, blinding me for a second as he flexed his arms. The shock of seeing his own blood gave me the chance I needed. I twisted around and ran my knife over his throat, cutting him from ear to ear.

More blood joined in, and it felt like I was letting out months of pent-up frustrations. Shit hadn’t been going my way for a while and I was finally able to purge. I rammed my knife in one of the guys' sides and traded blows with him as he bled out. Hot splashes covered my shoes, soaking into my socks, and making each step wet and sticky. The more we fought, the bloodier I got.

At some point, I looked up and noticed the door had opened. No wonder it felt like I was killing on an endless loop. I smeared the blood on my face, trying to wipe some of it off my eyelashes. My entire world was painted crimson as I fell into the madness that so easily welcomed me. I chuckled and fought off two more guys, taking their hits while giving my own. Any pain that might have slowed me down was nothing more than a thud as I did what I could to kill every single one of them.

I had someone to get back to. Someone that mattered more than this shit.

I reared my fist back and slammed it down into a man's face. I did it again and again. My knuckles split as his teeth broke and scraped against my flesh. His blood and spit came up like a sprinkler each time my fist connected with his face. His nose caved, and when I pulled back again, there was a wet squelching sound that sent a chill down my spine. The smile that stretched on my face hurt my cheeks. The brass knuckles were mostly red now with specks of flesh clinging to them.

"Move and he's dead," Daiki’s voice broke through the fog of death, and I lowered my fist as I looked up.

His gun was aimed at Harlow, who was currently straddling two other guys. His hair was wild, blood was all over his face and he held a knife in his hand, still poised and ready to strike.

"You always know how to ruin the fun," Harlow said.

Neither one of us moved.

"Quincy—" He started to move his weapon toward me, and Harlow shifted.