My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 135: To Hell

☆Soul☆

I look at the two men I used to trust and admire with disgust.  

"Celebrate? You wanna fuckin' celebrate?" I say incredulously. 

"Now, Soul -"

"You motherfuckin' pieces a shit wanna fuckin' celebrate my Tiny bein' in a fuckin' coma, her body broken, our babies in danger a not survivin'? Am I hearin' you right?" I'm now right beside Gus, and I pull my gun out and point it right at his face. Doc and Blaze come up be'ind me because they know I'm beyond angry at this point, that I'm more than willin' to pull the trigger. "Tell me why I shouldn't shoot ya between the eyes right now, you son of a bitch!" I say makin' sure to catch him with the muzzle, my voice dangerously low and cold. They think Tiny 'as tamed me, and she 'as towards her, but everyone else is gonna get a reminder of the monster lurkin' beneath the surface. "ONE REASON!" I roar. 

"Because, you selfish asshole, ya know I was right," Gus snarls at me. I look at him with incredulous rage.  

"Right? Are ya so stubborn that ya won't admit that Tiny is 'urt because a you? She would 'ave never been outside, unprotected if it 'adn't been for the two of you cunts 'N' ya god damn lies!"

"She woul'n't 'ave been outside right then if you 'adn't fought me every step a the way. She will be safe now, cause everyone is dead, or soon will be. It's a win." He declares. He really is delusional, and I snap! 

"You're seriously tryin' ta put this on me?" I say incensed as my fist flies at his face. "We've 'ad ta fight y'all every step a the fuckin' way." With every sentence, I land another punch on his face. I don't care if I kill him, he deserves to die, because my Tiny and the lives she carries inside her could die because of them, and they don't seem to care!

I land punch after punch, I don't stop, I'm too enraged, then Dwane is in my face tryin' to stop me. He wants a fuckin' turn now, does he? Stoppin' my assault on Gus, I push my gun against his forehead.

"Keep your motherfuckin' 'ands off me, 'n' wait your turn!" I growl, buttin' his head with the muzzle as well. "Go 'n' sit your ass down. Blaze, put this cocksucker in a chair." I snap, and he moves forward to grab Dwane, and pushes him onto the chair, as I shove Gus out of the head chair, "Now, I wanna know every fucked up thang ya did from the beginnin'!" I say as I sit down, settin' my gun in front of me, and keepin' my hand on it, safety off. "Doc if ya would," I say meanin' put Gus next to Dwane. I'm done playin' the good little minion, and from this point onward the only thing that matters is Tiny and our kids. When Gus is bleedin' in the chair next to Dwane, I shout, "NOW!" They both look at each other, but neither speaks up. 

"Wait! What a'ya talkin' 'bout?" Grease asks. That's right, I guess none of them knows what they've done, as only those two are privy to that information, and only 'alf of them 'ave witnessed what 'append when she left and was taken.

"Yeah, what am I talkin' 'bout? Tell these assholes everythin' y'all 'ave done. Let's start at the beginnin', shall we?" Still, they say nothin'! "Since you're so unwillin' ta begin, I'll start," I say leanin' back in the chair, Doc and Blaze now standin' right be'ind me. "From the very beginnin' our fine founder 'ere di'n't think I was good enough for my Tiny. 'E managed ta get me ta gi' my word that I would stay away from 'er... So I did." I hear the chatter and inhales of breath. They now understand why I was 'ow I was in the beginnin'. "'E di'n't care 'ow either of us felt, 'cause 'e decided 'e was right. That it was 'is way or the fuckin' highway!" I start to explain, as none of them knew, only Ryder and Gus did know about givin' my word.

"But ya got 'im ta release you, right?" Ryder speaks up wantin' to defend Gus. He feels obligated to, otherwise, he'd be standin' right next to me, just as angry. Plus he doesn't know what they did to put her in a coma.