Mia
It all happened so fast. Shay and I were in the kitchen talking about her and Jess when we heard a loud gunshot right outside the door. I hear Gena scream our names and we panic. We both ran to the back door and swung it open. If five seconds my men were behind me handing us our Ak's.
I see Genavese with Jess in her lap, her hand covered in blood. My blood boils when I see shots aimed now at Gena as she shields Jess's body. I immediately begin to shoot at the mother fuckers invading my property. I see that look in Shay's eyes that everyone is going to die.
I cover her and shoot each man aiming at her while she runs up to one man with her knife, instantly slitting his throat. At least eight more men rush out from the side of my house.
I feel bullets whirl by me. These mother fuckers must not know who they're messing with.
After a few more minutes, and my yard becoming a blood bath, all but one is killed. He throws his gun down and puts his hands in the air, surrendering. Out of the corner of my eye I see Shay twirling her knife around as she stalks towards him.
"Shay! Babe just...Wait!" She stops and I see her covered in blood. I've only ever seen this look in her eye when she killed her mother.
She looks away and realizes that Jess is still hurt. We both rush over and Gena is hurled over, crying.
"Babe, we need to get her inside. We have all the medical supplies you could need. You've gotta do it." She looks up at me with unease in her eyes, but she nods her head and stands up slowly. "You three, pick her up easily. You two, get this mother fucker into the chamber." I point at the scared little nigga on the ground.
I follow Gena into the little room we have set up for these types of emergencies. My papa was always prepared.
"Baby, this is Zyon, he's taken a lot of medical classes and has handled a lot of the GSWs our men have gotten. He's going to help you." She nods her head and I quickly peck her lips and kiss all over her cheek while her hands are
Shay and I go the chambers while Zy helps G with Jess. I grab Shay's arm to stop her from going in just yet. .
"Shay, keep a straight head in there. No matter the circumstances, we need to know what he knows. Entiendes?" She nods her head with a glare on her face.
We walk in and see them just finishing up tying this kid to the chair. I walk to the wall and grab some gloves and a strip of barbed wire. Shay grabs her favorite machete and sits in front of him.
S: "Quien te envio? Hm?"
His body's shaking, and I can tell he's about to cry. "Escúchame." He looks at me and nods his head. "Cuál es tu nombre?" He says Mario. "Now, answer her question, who sent you?"
Mario: "Y... Y usted me deja ir?"
S: "You mother fuckas shot my girl. If she dies, you die. Entiendes?"
Mario: "Si. His names Cal. Your uncles right hand."
"He's not my uncle".
M: "Lo siento. Your fathers brothers right hand. He sets up the hits, we follow through with them."
S: "Is Jax apart of this?" He looks at me and before I can say anything Shays machete is cutting into his left ankle at his achilles. He screams out in pain and Shay gets ready to the do the next one.
M: "Wait! Wait. Okay! No, he didn't have anything to do with this. Cal set him up."
"You guys involved with the kidnapping?"

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