Married Woman

》Chapter Ten《

"So who's going in first" Donte asked. "I say we all go in there and beat this guy to a pulp then ask questions" Nano said. "That would be dumb" Reece cut in. He took a pull from his cigarette. "Was anybody asking him?" Nano pionted back to Reece and looked around at us. "Why you ask?" Reece completely ignoring Nano's diss. "Well because beating someone to a pulp before they know what you want would get us no where. You ask questions first then if he wants to be a pain in the ass that's when you beat him, but not to a pulp, just enough to make him scared." Nano waved his hands in the air. "That's just shit, no one has time to ask questions" Bronx and Angelo already knew what the plan was. "We will go in one at a time" Bronx turned to the three boys. "Nano, since your so egar, you will go first. Then Donte and Reece after. Angelo will go before me leaving me for last." Bronx then added. "Nano, don't lay a hand on him. He's my business I will handle him how I see fi-" "he's our problem, he tried to kill our sister!" Bronx slammed his hand on the medal tube going throughout the room. "I said do not lay a hand on him. I understand he did something that deserves a killing but he also is a personal problem for me. I will handle him." He looked dead at Nano. He knew Nano was very hard headed so giving him the look would let him know this is not the time to try and go back and forth with him. "Are we clear?" Bronxed asked. Nano let out a grunt and nodded. "Good, now get in there" he ordered. Reece chuckled and took a drag at his cigarette. "That kid never learns" Reece says. "Your one to talk?" Donte snorts. "Thank you" Reece says back. There arguments never made sense and were the most akward. They had a debate over everything. They all watched as Nano walked into the room where Brooklyn sat conscious, barely. Nano didn't even take a seat in the wooden chair, he just stood there staring down at Brooklyn with an evil bored face. "Where's the guys who tried to kill my mother and sister?"

Brooklyn herd Nano perfectly clear. His ears were the only things not badly harmed in the beating Bronx gave him. Brooklyn tiredly lifted his head up which drooped back a little and took a gulp of nasty tasting saliva and blood down his throat. "I don't know what your talking about." He said. Nano rushed over to him and grabbed him up by his collared shirt, but remebered what Bronx had told him before entering the room. He instantly let go. Which led Brooklyn to chuckle. "What?" He rolled his head in the direction of the glass. Where the rest the brothers stared at every movement he made. "You think you and your friends scare me?" He let out a more sinister chuckle. "Your a piece of scum-shit!"

"He's definitely going to hit him now" Donte said predicting his younger brother's action. Nano couldn't help himself. He let his Right hand connect with Brooklyn nose, breaking it in the process. Brooklyn's head went back and came back down. Blood was pouring out. So he lifted his head to keep from losing too much blood. " you fucking little prick! You think this is a game?!"

"Grab him, bring him out" Angelo said. Donte ran and Reece followed putting out hia cigarette. They entered to room just before Nano was about to get another punch. They tassled around before finally getting Nano out the room. "I simply told you not to-" Nano cut him off. "Well I Couldn't fucking help it. That fucking dick waa askung for it" "sit the fuck down" Bronx yelled. "Donte! Go in" Angelo ordered. Donte nodded and walked inside of the room.

Brooklyn still had his head leaned back. "Listen, to make things easier for yourself I advise for you to just answer these simple questions. Do you really want to die tonight? You will never see Killandra or Milan again-"

"I will" Brookyln answered. He seemed not phased by Donte but that was a understatement. "No, you won't. He will make sure of it. He has us on his side, who do you have?"

"I have plenty"

"How will they contact you? Have you forgotten where your at? Your in our territory. This is not a game you wanna play. You will lose if attempted. You already made a mistake with my brother, you don't want to do it twice." Brooklyn gave him a look of seriousness. He knew Donte was half right. The part of him being in their terriotory was correct. The possible fact of bwing killed tonight was correct. But he would fight to death to see his daughter and wife again. He would not let Bronx take them away from him. Even if Killandra didn't love him anymore she still belonged to him. "I can't tell you everything."

"Weak" Bronxed half chuckled. Brooklyn was a pussy in his eyes. Look at him giving in so easily. He knew he didn't have him clearly begging for his life but he waa getting there. "Well, what can you tell me?" Donte took a seat in the wooden chair and faced Brookyn." Who tried to kill my sister and mother?"

"I can't tell you that but I can tell you who came up with the idea." Donte sighed heavily. "And who is that?"

"His name is Tommy Sinclair. He was in charge of the whole thing." Brooklyn lied. " really, and who else was involved?"

"That's all I know of" "but you said before you couldn't tell me, now that's all you really know of?" He gave Brooklyn a knowing look. Like really, do I have stupid written on my forehead? "I mean really man, you must not take me seriously then. I'm going to let someone else handle you"

Brooklyn smiled a fake a smile. "Glad I could help" he yelled right after Angelo walked in....... with his Russian stlyed unique carved knife. Oh hell brooklyn thought.

"Brookyln.. is it?" Angelo had the smile of a pysco killer.

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"Hey girl, are you ok. Oh my god I'm so sorry about what Brooklyn did."

"Its fine, don't apoligized for that pussy! I knew he was going to hit me. I rather me than you" Stacey said into the phone. "Oh jesus, this whole situation is crazy. Bronx got mad at me today becayse I kept saying he can't take Milan away from her father but not relaizing that Bronx has always been more of a father to Milan then Brooklyn. Now that I think about it I don't want Brooklyn to ever be around her ever again."

"And not to make the situation sound worse. How he treats you is how he'll end up treating her and it would be worse because she'll think it's ok for 'daddy' to 'discipline' her to any extent because mommy let him do it. He already hit you don't let him hit her." Stacey said straight like that. Those words kinda hit her in the heart but she knew she meant the best when telling her how most situations are with abusive husbands and fathers. "I know, and I won't. He will never lay a hand on her. Not even after I die." Stacey scoffed. "Believe me, having a man like Bronx, you might as well be planning Brooklyn's funeral right now." She laughed historically. It was true though. Bronx probably had killed Brooklyn already. She kinds felt relieved but still a bit sad. Such a waste of man. "Yea well I think im going to head to bed. Milans already sleeping here"

"Sure girl, you have a well deserved rest"

"Uh who is that?"

"Huh? Girl go to sleep"

Killandra knowingly gasped " you have a man over?"

"Byeeee!!!!" Stacey yelled then rudely hung up. "That girl" killandra laughed to herself. Her laughter died down and she looked at Milan peacefully sleeping in her arms. She kissed her forehead and told her goodnight before turning off the lamp and going to bed and getting her well deserved rest.