The Fighter

Chapter Eight

I follow Darren to the basement of the mansion and I can't help but think, Isabella is really carrying his child. What would his reaction be when he finds out? Will he stay or would he leave? If he leaves, you know what I can't even think about it because it makes me sick. A father should stay. To be there with his child and watch as his living specimen grows. Hits huge milestones in his life and just be there for him or her. Darren knows what it feels like to have no father growing up, so he's not going to put his child through that. I won't let him and I know for a fact that Isabella won't stand up for herself. Unless the hormones kick in and she uses muscle on him that we all know she has hidden.

"Ashtyn, come here." Mikey says as I enter Carlos's office. Didn't I leave him with Xzauni? I swear I did. That little punk better not have left him crying alone on the third floor. I glare at Mikey and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. It takes him a few seconds before he finally realizes why I had glared at him. "He's sleeping. Last time I checked on him." He mumbles the last part and I roll my eyes. Gee, that helps.

I stand in front of Carlos's desk and up at the white board behind it. Pictures of drug dealers and traffickers that all work for Dean are up on the board. A few of them have a X across the pictures and I furrow my brows is confusion. They went to talk to them without me? This was my idea. I should be the one to interrogate them, not Carlos or anyone else. It should be me.

"Alright so last time we talked to a delivery boy name," Carlos looks down at the board he has in his hand and flips the papers. "Killer. His real name is Reggy Sloat. He led us to know that Dean was at his cabin up in the mountains. So today we're going there to check him out. If we catch Dean we kill him there."

"I kill him there." I correct him. Carlos looks at me wide eyed. As if he didn't know I was there. I through his clip board down on the desk and looked around the room, glaring at the people who took a step back. Darren and Mikey stay by my side and I glare back at Carlos.

"Who let her in here?!" His voice echoed through the room. Anger clear in his voice. I fold my arms across my chest and put all my weight on my left hip. Carlos looked down at me and did the same thing, mocking my actions.

"Go back upstairs. Go look after your brother." He spits in my face. I wipe off my cheek where he did actually spit and look at him disgusted. Damn Carlos, say it don't spray it. I shake my head no and I put my hands on his desk, leaning on my hands.

"This is my mission too, Carlos. You can't keep me out if this one. It was my parents who are dead and I want to be the one to kill him. I'm eighteen now, you can't keep me out." I say. Carlos clenches his jaw and bends down to look me straight in the eye.

"If you want somewhere to stay tonight then I suggest you get the fuck out of my office." His voice is stern and deep. I am almost taken back by how his voice changed. Maybe all Carlos needs is a women. Or to get laid, either way, he needs someone.

I can't really believed that he threatened me. To kick me out. I mean, like we're family and family doesn't do that to each other. But if he wants it that way then so be it. I'll leave but he ain't going to stop me by tracking down Dean. I'll leave before they do tonight. I know where his cabin is. He could be dead before they even got there. I can do this.

"Fine. I'll leave but I'm not staying out of this one, no matter what you do." I say to him before sassily walking out of the door. Mikey mumbles something to Carlos before yelling my name. I ignore him and run up to my room.

Once in my room and the door locked, I grab my backpack and start packing. I walk into my closet and move my clothes out of the way before grabbing the handle that sticks out of the ground and pull it up. I grab my necklace and unlock the door and pull it open. Knifes, handguns, grenades, and bullets are hidden there. I pull out two hand guns and two boxes of bullets before locking the door back up and putting my clothes back over it. I run back to my backpack and started packing the guns in my bag. Fast places to grab it from and a place where no one would see it. I put the knives in the zippered up water bottle pockets on the side. I grab a first aid kit, for myself and toss it in the bag. Followed by a few shirts and pants. I toss gloves into the bag, so when I get Dean my fingerprints won't be all over the place. I grab black socks and toss them into the bag too.  I swing the bag over my shoulder and walk out the door towards Xzauni's room. He's sleeping in his crib and he looks so peaceful. I hold his soft little hands before softly kissing his forehead.

"I love you brother." I say before walking out. I don't want to leave Xzauni but I can't take him with me. He might get killed or kidnapped. Dean isn't a guy to mess with. I know that considering I ran away with his drugs in my backpack. I'm coming back for Xzauni and we're leaving once Dean is dead. I have to give my brother a better life than I did and I don't want him involved with this business. Carlos won't approve but that's not his decision to make. I'm now 18 years old and capable of living my own life. I can do this. I know I can.

I tip toe down the stairs and I see Carter and Melissa siting on the couch. Aaron and Lola walk around the corner. I drop my bag and kick it to the side. I clench my keys in my pocket and casually walk towards the living room. I sit in the corner of the couch and lean on the cushion.

"You alright? I heard Carlos yell at you." Melissa asked as I sat down and rest my head. I looked at her with only moving my eyeballs and I sigh. Closing my eyes.

"He can't control me anymore. I'm an adult." I say and I hear Carter and Melissa laugh. I open one eye and look at them, well glare. I groan and stand up.

"Ashtyn, Carlos controls all of us. What makes you any different? Plus, you're his family." Carter says. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, so are you guys too. We are all family. We all watch each others backs. Just he likes to keep secrets from me." I spit and walk away. I grab my backpack and I hear Xzauni start crying from upstairs. It takes a lot to ignore him, but I do and walk toward the garage where my car is parked.

I throw my bag into the passenger seat as I get in the drivers seat. I plug in my aux cord into my phone and play "Ashtyn's bad ass playlist". Songs that features The Weeeknd, Eminem, Tupac, Kendrick Lamar, JLo, biggie Smalls, and other rappers. I blast a random song and speed out of the driveway.

I'm coming Dean and this time you're dead.