Not Your Average Trap Queen

Ch. 25

Shay

"Why the fuck did you let him live?!"

J: "Baby..." I yank away from her grip and stare at Mia.

"Nah! I wanna fuckin know! You're the boss, Mia, we allll get that. But I am your god damn right hand, not Gena! Papa never went to his women before he went to Tio!" Gena bites her lip and gives me an apologetic look.

M: "Look, Shay, I'm sorry. You're right. I should've consulted with you, that wasn't okay of me to do, but there was no time! By the time I listened to Gena, Jax was already screaming from you stabbing him! We get inside the fuckin warehouse and you're already ready to pull the trigger!"

"You AND papa always said NEVER HESITATE!"

M: "Shay, this is different! We've never had a situation like this!"

I cross my arms over my chest and watch the road while Mia speeds back to the house.

Once we get to the mansion, all I see are dead bodies at the entrance. We all hop out and rush inside with our guns out.

M: "Stay close, watch each others backs." We all nod and walk in with Mia and me in front, and Jess and Gena with our backs. We hear a scream coming from the top of the stairs and it sounds like Gisela. We all rush up to where the sound is coming from, and bust in the door.

The guy with a mask on turns around quickly ready to fire, I aim my gun towards his hand and pull the trigger, hitting my mark. He screams out in agony, and I hear three other shots coming from behind me.

When I turn around I see Gena with her gun aimed at two other men who are now on the floor holding their wounds.

M: "Good girl." Gena turns around with a proud smile on her face.

We hear footsteps coming up the staircase and have our guns aimed.

"It's us, mija!" We hear tio's voice and lower our guns. We see him and five of our guys behind him.

M: "Grab these three men and have them tied up downstairs. I want the security tapes NOW!"

"We'll get them." I look at Jess, and Mia nods her head.

Jess grabs my hand and laces our fingers together as we quickly jog downstairs and to the basement where the recordings are held.

J: "Oh my god!" She covers her mouth when she sees two of our men's brains splattered all over the monitors.

"No, no, no! Fuck!!!" I rush to the monitors and look for the memory disks. "Shit, fuckin shit!"

J: "Baby, what?"

"The fucking memory disks are gone, that's what! And the fuckers shot the monitors to shit." I grab and fistful of my hair and feel my blood boiling.

I pace back and forth trying to think of a way to get them back.

I feel her hand grab my arm, and I yank out of it. The next thing I feel is my body being slammed against the wall. I look up glaring but see she already has a glare on her face.

J: "Stop treating me so fucking shitty! I didn't fucking do this, and I'm sick of you taking this out on me! I'm apart of this army, but I'm also your fucking girlfriend! Jesus." Her grip stays tight on my hips as she keeps me against the wall.

She's right though... I've been kind of a dick to her the past few days because of what's been going on, and that isn't okay.

I grab her face in between my hands and bring her lips to mine. "I'm sorry, baby." I speak softly against her lips before pressing them together again