Dragged Down By Her past

Plan- Blake's POV

Blake's POV-

We all sat in the meeting room stiffly. We were all ready to retaliate. Even as most of us were still patched up from the shooting, we were absolutely ready to annihilate the Mendez mafia.

It didn't matter that Amelia's arm was still in a sling, I was still limping, or that Grant still had a hole in his calf. The only thing that mattered to us was letting the Mendezes know that we were not going to take what had happened laying down.

They had interrupted our precious moments of mourning. They had taken away more of our people's lives. They had injured too many to count. They were not going to get away with what they had done.

Marcus Mendez thought that he could beat us. He was arrogant enough to think that he even stood a chance against us. He assumed that this would end in his favor, and that he would get my girl back after all was said and done. He had a rude awakening coming if he truly thought any of that was true.

No... We would win. Not because we wanted to, but because we had to. We would take him and his awful and shitty ways down. Not because we wanted to, but because we would no longer stand by and allow him and his gang to treat people so fucking disgustingly. We would kill him. Not because we wanted to, but because I wouldn't allow him to walk the same earth that Amelia did. Amelia needed him dead to finally realize that she was allowed to live. I would give her that.

I would never allow Amelia to go back to the life that she had been forced to live with him. There was never going to be another moment that she was forced into bed. There would never be harsh hands or objects around her throat to force her into compliance ever again. Marcus would never get his hands on her like that ever again... I wouldn't allow it.

"Xander has some information for us," Diego spoke calmly as he gestured to the phone that was on speaker in the middle of the table.

"Marcus invited me and my gang members to that newer club of his to discuss business Saturday," Xander announced on the phone.

"He wants to make sure that you're still his allies," Amelia told him with a thoughtful expression.

"Seems like the perfect time to announce that we are not," Xander commented.

"No!" Amelia exclaimed. "Let him think that you are," she said with a smirk. "Let him believe that you and yours will help him against us. That way, he'll let his guard down. He won't prepare as much if he thinks that you're on his side."

"I agree," Diego said. "If it ends up having to come down to an all-out fight, you can turn against him, and he'll be completely blindsided."

"So go to the meeting and agree that we are still his ally. Got it," Xander said thoughtfully.

"Is the club going to be public that night or just for the two gangs?" Amelia asked thoughtfully.

"It'll be a private event according to Marcus."

"Then this is it..." she announced with a nod. "That will be the night that we attack back."

"Won't that be suspicious?" I found myself asking her slowly. "I mean, won't that point to Xander being the one to tip us off?"

"Not if we have a scape-goat," she smirked.

"Scape-goat?"

"I think that I can get Don to plant evidence against someone who is solely loyal to Marcus. Sylvan... Silas' brother. You remember Silas, don't you, Blake?" She asked me calmly. "The guy who I shot in the dick that day that they showed up at your apartment."