Love, Lust and Lies|COMPLETED(L.T)

fourteen

Larry and Laurent managed to find a way out of the storage room, ultimately stumbling upon a hallway littered with rooms on each side. They were both confused as hell; if this was a restaurant, why were there rooms everywhere?

"Hotel?" Larry said, holding his gun by his face before he scoffed. "I wouldn't put it past him."

"Michael killed Mama and Eloan," Laurent said, causing Larry to halt in his tracks.

Where the fuck did that come from?

"Before I killed those guys, one of them said they were going to chop me up. Asked me if it was familiar and he said "mommy and sissy", and then they laughed."

"You're fucking with me," Larry said coldly. "I-Is that why they died? Because of this shit you got going on with him?"

"I doubt it, Larry," Laurent said, holding his hands up when Larry went to invade his space. "Seriously? I've done plenty of stupid shit, but never would I ever make a mistake like that. You should know this..."

Hurt flashed behind Laurent's eyes and he looked away from Larry, shaking his head as he cocked his gun. "Let's go kill this nigga."

Larry nodded slowly and he followed Laurent through the hallways, keeping an eye out for any of Michaels men. He was definitely a cowardly son of a bitch. He was hiding in a hotel, with God knows how many floors. It was pretty comical because he knew he couldn't beat Larry and Laurent alone, not even one-on-one.

They were more dangerous than they made themselves out to be, and with the news Larry found out, he was ready to light his ass up even after he was dead. He killed his mother and sister in the most slow and brutal ways...it was only fair if he did the same for him. It was hard to assume that Laurent didn't have anything to do with it, only due to the fact that he owed him. If Michael killed them before Laurent paid him... there was a chance he could've been a factor. Regardless, Larry wouldn't hold it against his brother. Who's to say if they'll survive or not, but he'd be damned if he died on bad terms with his brother. Besides, there were still pieces missing to the puzzle.

They rounded a corner swiftly, but they quickly hid behind the wall next to them when they saw two of Michaels men coming down the hallway.

"They fuckin' got out," one of them said into his phone. Larry looked at Laurent, who simply gave him a knowing look. "Yes, Michael, they fuckin' got out! And the bitch that was with them...I don't know where they are...yeah, Sal is with me. Boss, you know we can't beat these guys without at least a group of us and -...okay. Alright, alright. Copy that."

"What'd he say?" Sal asked. "We gotta' kill em, Jerry?"

"Yeah," Jerry said, cracking his neck a little bit. "We're gonna' find these guys and we knock their fuckin' heads off. They don't know who the hell they're dealing with."

"Is that so?"

Laurent stepped out from behind the wall and he held his gun up, spinning it around his finger just as Larry stepped on the other side of him. Sal jumped a little and he looked at Jerry, watching as his blood nearly ran cold upon seeing them.

Shit.

"Yeah that's so," Sal said quickly, nudging Jerry's side. "We ain't scared of you punks, ain't that right Jerry?"

Jerry simply nodded, but the look he was giving the brothers was far from confident. He looked scared as hell. He knew what they were capable of because he saw his friends' bodies in the basement, and now he was regretting his recent life choices.

"You don't necessarily have to be afraid," Larry sighed loudly. "Just know that if you don't give us Michael's location, my brother, Beast, is going to take Jerry and toss him around like a rag doll, and then he's gonna' shoot him in the head. Then I, Ghost, am going to take you, Sal, and shove this gun down your throat, then blow your fucking insides to pieces."