Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 19 : Break him

This entire chapter will be from Brandon's Point of View for strategic purposes.
P.S don't kill me for the content.

It may just be my lack of worship these days or the fact that I have been in a constant buzz since I'm damn near losing everyone around me....
But I find myself turning into Brandon the stone again...thats how Landon would describe me before I met my wife.

I take a shot of Hennessey and winced at the strong after taste on my tongue.

But that aside,
Im just wondering, why it is that my face is all over the news in a tape released by an unknown source of me and Landon holding Ernest and Keenon at gun point and forcing them to sign over Pierce Bankings. I Just wanna know why in the fuck! -my name read on the headline as wanted.

And if I could just figure that out I'll be fine.
Well not fine but...at ease at least.

I can't even get any more angry than what I've been all this time.
Im just aggravated really . At this stupid shit that seems to be getting worst.

All because of money.

I sigh, tossing back my drink, and loving the burn as it goes down my throat.

To be honest I'm just here waiting for the police to come and get me, so I can tell them what they gonna say is a lie....and what I cannot defend since my wife is no where to be found and my brother is dead and my security is the only thing I have to say "these men were the aggressors, not the Pierces."

But, ain't shit I can do but sit, and wait.

And I just hope they hear me out cause that video sure does sell me as a criminal.It sells the Pierce legacy as frauds too.

I sigh heavily.

I call my lawyer,
right after I threw my Hennessey bottle Into thee tv screen, cracking it open in anger.

He said he'll send out a statement and be over here soon.

Just then I hear sirens outside.

how soon?

I sigh and kiss the picture of Des I have on my table and then the one with us and our kids.

Ammo handle this baby.

Cause ain't no way I'm doing time and being away from my family when I'm right, and my guns are licensed.

"Brandon Pierce step outside with you're hands behind your head!" I hear on the outside.I could also hear guns cocked and car tieed screeching on the concrete out front.

I look at my watch.

It's been ten minutes and thirty-five seconds since the "breaking news came on" and they're here already.

Well, would you look at that?

They only on time when they've come to lock a black man up and not when they call for help.

Nice.

I look through my office window at the lot of them pointing guns at every floor of my house.

Eight cars, for one person.

The hell do they think I am? Scarface? Bin Laden?

I get my Prada Jacket from off the back of my office chair and put it on.
Walking towards the bathroom, I stop beside it wjer wi havea full body mirror ans looks at myself from head to toe, U.S 3,000 suite and smirk at my self.

"Looking good Pierce"I say, smoothing my hand down the waves in my hair.

I'm ready.

The embarrassment is waiting....and you're being tardy young man.