Only his

Ch19

📍 Various Locations
🕒 Late Morning — Nightfall
POV: Mixed (Nobody, Drew, Karen)

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Nobody's POV

Drew was still knocked out cold, one arm locked tight around Karen's waist. She had been awake for a while now but hadn't dared to move too much. Every time she shifted, he'd pull her closer, like his body knew she was trying to slip away—even in sleep.

So she laid there, nestled against him, her mind spinning from the chaos of last night.

Finally, Drew stirred, kissed her forehead, and mumbled, "Let's get up, baby."

Karen just nodded, but her heart wasn't in it. Not after everything she had seen.

They showered together in silence, steam swirling around them, washing away blood and nightmares. Karen slipped on her black Nike set with matching slides. Drew threw on one of his designer sweatsuits—clean, dark, and ready for war.

Downstairs, the maids had already laid out breakfast. They ate quietly—eggs, turkey bacon, grits—until Drew finally said:

"I got some shit to handle. I'ma drop you at your mama house. I'll come back and get you later, aight?"

Karen didn't argue. She just muttered, "Okay," and followed him out to the car.

He drove her to the Clark house. Same routine—got out, opened her door like always, waited until she was inside—then peeled off.

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Drew's POV

After I dropped off Karen, I headed straight to Ethan's. Walked in like I owned the place.

"Anybody home?" I asked.

"Nah," Ethan called from the kitchen. "The wifey out with Mama."

"Bet. Let's go."

We rolled out in the black SUVs, met our men at the first location. One of them nodded toward the building and said, "They in there."

Two of 'em.

No names, no conversation. Just action.

We stormed inside, kicked in the door, guns ready. Our men already had the fools tied up. They barely had time to blink before we ended 'em—swift, violent, clean.

I told one of my soldiers, "Blow this bitch up."
He did it without hesitation.

But that was only the beginning.

Next stop was about the rat in our crew.

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We lined up every man we had on the payroll at the second warehouse.

I didn't have to say much.

Tony was already sweatin' like he was in a damn sauna.

I walked up slow. "Tony... why you sweatin', huh?"

He started crying like a little bitch. "I'm sorry, Drew! I didn't mean to! I ain't wanna snitch—"

"Shut the f*** up," I barked. "You know what happens to rats, don't you? But nah, I'm not killing you yet. That'd be too easy. You getting tortured."

His eyes widened.

I turned to Ethan. "Let your wife handle it. Let her beat his ass with this bat."

Ethan chuckled. "Nah. Let both the wifeys handle it."

I smirked. "Yeah... let's go get 'em."

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Nobody's POV