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Chapter 32

~Eleven Days Later~~~

"We love you."

All of us laid Irises on her coffin before they put her six feet under. Lucas held me tight so I wouldn't break down. We stayed in front of her grave for fifteen more minutes after everybody left.

"You good? "

I nodded. He wrapped his arms around me amd we all walked out.

"Let's check on Addie."

They nodded and we headed to the hospital. When we arrived, we moved in silence until we got in his room. I was the first to speak.

"Hey Addie."

I rubbed his shoulder.

"Look. I miss you. Just please wake up. You the only one I've known for my whole life that's still alive. Right now, I just want you to wake up. Please."

I held his hand and squeezed it. I felt his hand twitch.

"Are you waking up on me?"

I looked up at him and saw him staring at me. I had a Kool-Aid smile on and I hugged him tightly.

"Hey girl."

He looked at all of us.

"Why all of y'all in the same colour? "

"Abuela passed the same day you took my bullet."

"Damn."

"You been in a coma for that long."

"Oh. Ummm India? "

"Its now Nyi but yeah? "

"I can't feel my legs."

A doctor came in.

"Oh goody. You're awake. The thing is that: the bullet him your lower back so your paralyzed at your legs."

"When will I get to leave?"

"Um in a bit. But you have to go to Therapy and learn how to use this to help you. But for now you can stay on a wheelchair."

He nodded. She walked off. We all smiled. Then I realized I still have to take care of Jeremiah.

"Lucas, Courtlend. Before we pick him up I have something to take care of."

I kissed Addie on the forehead and walked out with them. We drove off to this underground place a couple miles from our crib. Nobody knew about it and you couldn't track it down either. We walked down into the place and saw Jeremiah breathing hard.

"You good?"

He stared at me.

"Why you ask? "

"Because I should always make sure that you're in good condition."

He rolled his eyes.

"See I could've spared you. You know."

He started paying attention.

"But you killed the only family I had. My brother, Abuela."

"I didn't kill your grandmother. I only wanted you and your brother."

"Not even one of your men."

"Nope but I think I know who did it."

"Then who? "

"This guy, his name is Caiji. He lives in New York but has people all over working for him."

"Write his information down."

I threw a sheet of paper and a pen at him. He wrote it all down. He passed me the paper back. It had everything I needed. I stuffed it in my bra and pulled out my gun.

"Just remember one more thing."

"What? "

"Don't mess with my blood."

I shot him six times. Exactly how many time he shot my brother. We walked off.

"Now... Abuela...."