Remember Who I Am

Chapter XII

December 16, 2023

2:11 PM

Yonkers, New York

Xavier drove through the rain with his dog, Samuhel, in his decently spacious trunk. Xavier made sure he had food and water. He had to gain the person he hated the most's trust in order to stab him in the back. Xavier felt like that would be doing him dirty. But he ruined Xavier's life.

Xavier swore that he was going to make him suffer as he died. Xavier had thoughts of stabbing him, torturing him, dismemberment, burning, poison, maybe even going as far as going to his mother's grave and making him stare at it for hours like he had done before. But, those were way too violent. He would never be able to escape. Xavier rolled the steering wheel as he turned onto Elizabeth Place.

It was a neighborhood. Xavier thought it would be a warehouse. It was just 3 degrees above the freezing point as it poured rain. He wondered if what he was doing was even necessary. What if Rich was a liar?

Rich did kill his mother. Why would Xavier trust him? That's because Rich had to trust him. As Xavier reached the front of 29 Elizabeth Place, he stopped. He reached for his glove box and slammed his hand against it.

It poured out his mask and his gun. His P30L. He reached for it and the suppressor was already on it. He slipped his mask on. He looked at the house before getting out of his car.

He walked up, his expensive shoes making a clacking noise on the ground. He reached the door, before readying his leg. He raised it to the back before slamming it right over the knob, immediately opening it. Xavier had learned that a kick right over the knob would make it open immediately. Mainly because it was a non-sturdy door. Unusual for a paranoid snitch.

Xavier put his gun through the crack that he could only see the wall from. The walls were turquoise.

BANG!

Xavier swung the door open and quickly examined a man. It was probably his guy. He had a Remington Model 870, supposedly from the cops as a gift since it was a cop-only type of gun. Xavier drawed his P30L and BANG!

BANG!

Next thing Xavier knew, he was looking at the dead body of his target, Grigor. Grigor looked about 30 and had slicked back hair. Xavier grabbed his legs and dragged him across his bloody carpet floor. Xavier had killed the man out of surprise by shooting him twice in the chest. He continued to drag Grigor as bloodstains made a pattern on the carpet.

He drug the man to his trunk before opening it with his car keys, effortfully lifting him up (he was surprisingly dense) and tossing him in, closing the trunk door. Xavier quickly turned around, turning his head rapidly to make sure there were no witnesses. Thankfully, there were none. Xavier reached his car and got in, slamming the door as he started to back up before going forward and driving. As Xavier pulled out of Elizabeth Place, he got a call. It was from Clover. He picked it up.

"Yeah?" He asked, one hand on the wheel.

"I need help with a contract." Clover spoke.

"Already?"

"Listen, he told me that there was a full warehouse of men to deal with, I can't do that!"

"You could... but I guess I'll budge. Where?"

"Staten Island. Carpet Factory, I think."

"Well, that narrows it down, when?"

"ASAP, he told me."