Trevor didn't get too far before being pistol whipped by Marco. Once he was down Marco instructed his men to grab and tie him up by his arms and to put a rope around his ankles per Drea's instructions.
Once that was finished Drea came from the room she was in with a duffle back in her hand and a chair in another. Placing the chair down in front of her brother, she took a seat. Waiting for him to wake back up.
She was jittery, the adrenaline that rushed through her body was insane and it just made her want to get her gun and kill him. Forget what she had to say or what she wanted to hear from him.
Trevor's eyes started to slowly peel open. When he saw his sister sitting there, a laugh left his lips. "Bravo Big Dre."
"So all this madness was because you weren't who daddy wanted to run his company huh?"
Ignoring he, he looked up at Marco who didn't move from Drea's side. "Oh what's up Marco. Long time no see, let's time we talked we discussed offing this bitch."
Marco's jaw clinched and he never responded.
"You wanna act like you don't know me now cause this hoe have you some?" Tre laughed. "Alright man."
"Y'all can have a reunion in hell, right now is about me and you." Drea pulled the duffle bag closer to her and opened it. "Tell me why you want me dead so badly." She said while taking two butcher knives out. "Wassup Tre. Why you got beef with me?"
"You tryna be big and bad around ya boy?"
"No, I couldn't care less about him." She walked behind her brother and shoved the first knife in his spine taking all the air from his body. "And you already know I'm big and bad.....Ima ask you again, why do you have a problem when me?"
"Fu—fuck y-you."
"Wrong answer." Another knife went into his side. Drea walked back to the duffle and grabbed two more knives. "So all of this madness is because dad didn't want you to take over. Two long years of me being hated by so many people because of YOU!" She jammed another knife in his side making Tre scream out. "Screaming just like the bitch you are."
Trevor wanted to speak so badly but the pain that shot through his body was unbearable. He fought to regulate his breathing but it was pointless.
"It's crazy Trevor, I used to look up to you. I used to be jealous when dad would take you out with him. But I never would've turned my jealousy into hate. I used it as motivation to do better and become better and that must've worked in my favor because, I am better." The last knife in Drea's hand went into his leg. Walking over to Marco, she snatched his gun from his waist and loaded it then went back to her brother and placed it at his temple. "I know you want me to end your misery don't you? Are you suffering Trevor? Are you in pain? Don't you just hate me even more? I don't know why you thought I would just let you slide. I can't believe I let you almost get away with it though. Literally just laid there and let you beat my ass. Now you're going to hang here and do nothing while I kill you."
Trevor was drifting in and out of consciousness. His blood leaked and pooled around his body as Andrea found the biggest sharper knife she had.
"It may not seem like it but this is hurting me to do this to you." Drea continued. "I mean we're blood and at one point we were close. I hate that it has to end like this, but it definitely has to end." Picking up what she found, she turned and tossed it, the blade perfectly sliding in his chest cavity. Drea went and grabbed the handle and twisted it. Staring into Trevor's dark red eyes, tears ran down her face. "I love you Trevor." The gun laid at his temple and the trigger was pulled making his head fall back.
