Break Out

Chapter Eleven

"T, I don't understand! Why are you treating me this way!" Monae yelled with tears streaming down her face. The more I looked at her, the more I despised her very existence. Something in my gut was telling me not to trust her. That I never should have from the beginning. Now, it was time for me to discover the truth.

"That day, in the hospital. All I really needed was somebody that was gon be down for me. Somebody that I knew was gon help me when I needed them the most. When you showed up, I ain't gon lie, I was happy as hell to see a familiar face. But that same day we left, I always knew something wasn't right. Something was missing."

"Twain, please. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Everything is so messed up. I need you to listen to me-"

"Nah. I'm done listening. Because everything that comes out of your mouth is lies. Straight lies. You've never told the truth a day in your life. It's time for you to start listening." The sound of gunshots began to ring out all around us. I pulled the small track phone out of my pocket and saw her name pop up along with "ready."

I looked up towards Monae who had fear written across her face. "Twain, wh-what did you do?" She backed away from me as a smirk formed from my lips.

"My rider is here."

Kehlani "Queen" Jackson
Earlier that morning
Walking inside the trap with everybody in a frenzy brought back so many memories of days when we had events going on, when Benzino delivered the heads, and the day I lost Twain as well as so many other good men.

But today was a new day. This was a different frenzy. One that was ready to take back what was rightfully theirs. What was rightfully mine. They say you never realize how good you have something until it's pulled out from under you. Well I knew. I never took him for granted. Not for a moment. I knew from the very beginning what we had, it was going to rearrange the cosmos. My cosmos that is. It created something far greater, larger, and more solid than I ever thought possible.

I walked through the office where X was getting strapped up. He had a hard look on his face as he placed his vest on. A vest that held a memory similar to this moment. I walked over slowly and helped him place his guns in their concealed holsters. He nodded graciously and for a moment, we just stared at each other. We both knew today, things would change again. The question was: how.

"It'll be okay D," he said softly. Everyone knew the risk. A large mass of us were injured and killed the last time we took Benzino on. We didn't know exactly how many we were up against. But what we did know, was Benzino and Monae were our biggest obstacles. They were the direct line to Twain. We didn't know how much bullshit he's been spoon fed. "Listen, I know what you want. Stop looking at me like that," he sighed.

He was right. He did know. Everyone knew. They knew that nothing would bring me more painful pleasure than to see Benzino fall by my hand. I wanted to be the one who killed him. I wanted to watch the life leave his eyes like he had once watched it leave mine. He tried to take everything from me. And to be quite honest I was afraid. Afraid of the man from my past who had once taken life from me. And attempted to do it another time permanently. It was time for me to get rid of another demon from my life and free myself, the company, and Twain.

"X, you know I can do it," I said confidently but softly.

"I know," he sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "But we can't risk it." His hand lifted and placed itself on my stomach. I shut my eyes in agony. "I'll do it for us. For me, you, and Twain. Aight?" He smiled softly. I nodded non-convincingly and he stepped back. Same old distant Xavier. Never gets too close. I decided to have a seat while he finished getting himself ready.