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Eye for an Eye

August POV
I held Mia's hand as I helped her out the car. We just got home from our anniversary dinner.

"I cant believe I put up with your bs for this long Aug" she joked.

I kissed her cheek.

" I'm not that bad baby. I put up with you and Amila (Uh-Me-Luh) for this long. I think we should make a boy tonight, im feelin lucky" I smirked.

She chuckled. "Amila is 16 now August. It's too late for her to have a little brother"

I was about to unlock the door when I noticed the door cracked open. There were scratches on the lock. Mia looked at me in worry, since we left Amila home.

I put my finger to my lips to tell her be quiet. I put her behind me.

I slowly pushed the door open. The lights were out. I was about to turn them on when I heard a gun click.

This can't be real. There's a glock 26 touching my forehead.

My heart dropped. There was another gun click behind me.

"Mia" I whispered.

I could hear her softly crying.

"August" she mumbled back.

The lights came on and I stared at the big dude holding a gun to my head. From the corner of my eye I could see another one holding a gun to Mia's head.

The guys moved around to the back .

"Walk" the one holding the gun to my head said.

I slowly walked , making sure I could hear Mia following.

I walked into the living room and Mia squealed. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Amila, my 16 year old daughter, had her arms tied behind her and was kneeled on the ground. She had tears down her face.

"Daddy!" She yelled, causing more tears.

"Knees!" The guy yelled.

Mia and I kneeled. Mia was crying. I tried to keep it together, for the both of them.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see....Calvin?

A long time ago, when I was still Inna streets, I use to fuck with him and his brother CJ. One day I got drunk as hell. I was hanging with CJ and I don't remember how but he pissed me off. We got to arguing and All I remember is, I pulled my gun out and put two bullets in his stomach. The alcohol did that to me, made me crazy. That night, after I killed him, I lived with regret. I stopped drinking to make sure that never happened again. I left New Orleans and started fresh in Atlanta. Looks like the past is catching up with me.