"Tell me we have a new plan." The woman said, sitting next to Pierre. He sighed, shaking his head, because his only plan was to stay alive and do the same for the rest of his children. He had underestimated the Köhler's and their connection. Pierre should have known this after seeing the French idiot at Barkley's party.
Blaise was another pain in his ass. One just like the Wrights that he couldn't get rid of. Only he was a lesser problem, at least he thought. The man had more guts than he gave him credit for. Enough to kill one of his sons at point blank, take the Wright baby, and ship him right back to his parents. It fucked everything up. If only his son did what he told him, kill the child. Then none of this would have happened, but most of his children had hearts, and he blamed that on their mothers.
"No... no plan. You must understand that you don't jump right back when you lose a battle. You sit back and think through your mistakes, then devise a better and well-thought plan. I made a wrong move, having your siblings take the boy then, only to find out he doesn't even have the Wright bloodline. I'm all for killing, but he would have been innocent blood because the wrong person decided to adopt the boy."
"Since when do you care about the innocent?"
"I don't, but I do believe there is a line. It is their fault if innocent people get caught in the crossfire, but I don't believe in killing an innocent to get at my enemy. They have nothing to do with our war. Yes, the boy's mother is up for grabs because she is a Wright. The child she's carrying must die as they will. Ziggy, Amoy, and their children must fall, and whoever stands in my way of stopping it." He said. Yes, Pierre knew technically Amoy wasn't a Wright. She didn't have their last name or blood, but she was raised by one and followed the same code.
It was sad that the girl didn't even know her true identity. Where she came from and what blood flowed through her veins. Amoy was born in Trinidad to a well-off family. Her mother, a beautiful woman like herself, ran from her father because he was controlling in a way no one in this world would want to endure. The man controlled everything the woman did, from how she dressed, to how she acted in public, and if she didn't follow the rules, there were consequences, which he witnessed. But running straight into the arms of one of the Wright men was a wrong move, one that caused her life.
"You will kill your own blood because she was raised by one of them."
"Amoy stopped being my blood the moment my cousin decided to marry the enemy. Maybe she didn't see it the way we did, but they have caused our family so much pain, and it won't end until their bloodline is completely gone."
"And that's the problem, father. How can you kill off an entire family? The Wright bloodline has people that aren't even affiliated with the mafia. Are you going to kill them, too?" The woman asked, making it to where hers and Pierre's eyes met. Suppose he had to, then yes. No one was safe regarding this war, and he meant no one. As he said, if they stood in his way, he would end them with no questions asked.
"Yes, now, if you don't mind, Raven, I would like some time to myself. Sometimes you're like a leech sucking away all my life force. Trinika was useless, and you're fucking clingy. I hate the day God blessed me with daughters."
"Yeah, I can tell. I hate the day I was created to you and what I do to try and please you. Nika died for you, and I managed to shoot your enemy. Still, the only ones you praise are your good-for-nothing sons. You don't listen, and your not seeing Barkley has the upper hand! You are going after children when you should go after the targets! Barkley and Ziggy.... Amoy is blood! You should tell her!"
"THAT BITCH IS NOTHING TO ME! SHE WILL DIE RIGHT ALONG WITH THE PEOPLE THAT ARE PROTECTING THEM!"
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