Break Out

Chapter Ten

Kehlani "Queen" Jackson
I slipped on my black Adidas slides and walked out the door with Duke's leash in hand. Unlocking the Range Rover, Duke and I both hopped in. Yesterday X and I had made plans to set Twain's extraction into motion. And it was time to begin with step one.

I drove over to the trap house and entered through the back door. I gazed around at everybody working in approval. Everyone I passed nodded at me and spoke "Queen" like they had been doing. Even with everything I had going on personally I would always demand respect. I remember the first time coming back in here. Nobody would look at me normally. It was all pity filled eyes. Now, respect is all I see.

I opened the door to the office where X has been waiting for my arrival. Duke hopped up in one of the chairs and sat down. I greeted him with a simple head nod and seated myself across from him. "Is he ready?" I asked.

"I believe he's just about ready to crack. Are you ready?" He folded his arms. I placed my hand over my stomach gently and sighed. "We'll keep it under control."

"Then I'm ready."

We descended the stairs to the room that was flourished in papers of Kyrie's arrest warrants. He sat in the middle of the room still in the same clothes, in the same chair, but with a much more frightened look on his face. One that spoke of worry and fear. I pulled up a seat right in front of him and smiled. "Well, Kyrie, you've been quite the busy boy since you left us. Sex trafficking, drugs, murder. I guess things aren't as clean over at Benzino's huh?" I smiled. He looked up into my face with cuts and bruises embellishing his own.

"What the hell do you want bitch," he managed out meekly.

"I want access to Twain directly. Or I'll drop your ass off right in front of the FBI building. Start talking. Bitch."

"Even if I wanted to give him to you, I can't. They have him locked up tight around there. He has no access to phones, tv, radio, transportation. Nothing. It's physically impossible to get near him."

"Mm. Sorry to hear that," I shook my head and gave X the signal. He went upstairs and I focused my attention back on the asshole. "Alright then you are free to go."

"What?" He asked genuinely confused.

"I have no use for you now so you're free to go."

"What are you playing at?" He narrowed his brows together trying to read me. I heard footsteps and smirked as I saw every single worker file into the room. I stood and looked around in satisfactory once everyone was at attention.

"What do we strive for here at the Wilson Empire?" I boomed.

"Loyalty, trust, and bondage," they said in unison.

"And what is the consequence of breaking those?" I asked as I looked into Kyrie's eyes.

"An exit ritual."

"Who would like to explain the game and the rules for me?" I looked around and my eyes fell on Shark who stepped forward. "Proceed."

"If a member would like to be excluded from the family or if a member has broken the three laws of the Wilson Cartel, they will go through a ritual. If a member is leaving, he or she will be beaten by every existing member present, including each leader. If a member has broken a law, then he or she will stand in front of a target while each present member will be blindfolded," he paused and looked toward me asking if he should continue and I nodded. "And will take a single shot at the member. If the member survives then he or she will be released and never bothered again until the day they die."