Life of Sin Book 1

Chapter Fourteen

“We’re right outside the club, all the exits are covered. Just waiting on your call.”

“Any eyes on Ducati?”

“We saw him walk in with his nephew, Elijah, at 9:51. Still waiting on your call, lieutenant.” It’s cold. But I guess that’s to be expected. Falen’s to the left of me, staring off into nothingness. It’s so depressing here. God, I wish I could change my decisions. Why did this happen? Why does anything happen? I could’ve prevented this.

“You want a dance?” Ivy asked, a wide grin appearing on her face.

“Fasho.” Her patron got comfortable as she began to twerk and clap her ass in front of him, turning then leaning over to seduce him and ask questions that’ll make him feel important.

“Shid, I like you. What’s yo name lil’ mama?”

“Mercedes.” Three hours, nine minutes, 21 seconds and counting. Fucking agony. I didn’t know what was worse, sitting here while everyone else received news on their families or the false hope I got every time a doctor walked past me. If I had to sit here any longer, I was going to scream. I needed answers, news, something, anything except nothing.

“What’s your plan? Just sit and wait?”

“Sí, paciencia, Elijah. You doubt me?”

“You’re fucking right. You haven’t filled me in on anything.” DelMar sat and waited, watching the cameras that Falen had installed. He did have a plan. One so downright stupid, that it would actually work. His men were placed all over the club, ready to do his dirty work. Ready to kill. Ready to die for La Familia. Officers weren’t expected to make it to the supply closet. And if they did, they weren’t expected to know about the entrance to DelMar's underground warehouse. Everything they expected to find was safely tucked away, with no traces of anything even remotely suspicious.

“I can’t sit here any longer, I need some air.”

“Want me to come?” Falen asked, apprehension in her voice.

“No, stay here just in case there’s any info on Ivy.” I stood up and headed to the elevator. My legs felt heavier with each step. Inside the elevator I broke down. My world was falling apart all around me. I looked down at my shaking hands, trying my hardest to stop it.

“Fuck!” I started sobbing even harder, forcing as much of my suffering out as I could before I reached the lobby. Ivy's words kept ringing in my ears, no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. I let out a heavy breath, wiping my eyes as the elevator doors opened. I immediately rushed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. My reflection stared back at me, eyes red and full of rage and resentment. I hated the woman I saw. But at the same time I could look at that woman and see who I used to be, what I used to be… and what I was about to become.

“It’s time. Make your move.” Fifteen officers rushed Ducati’s, all entering from different directions. Raised voices and shots rang out as chaos ensued. It was a blind fight. DelMar's men irresponsibly fired off at anybody who grabbed or looked at them wrong and the officers weren’t any smarter, targeting anyone who looked like a Mexican with a gun. Everyone was on the move, pushing, pulling, yelling at anyone who was in their way. DelMar just kept watching. Eli stood defensively beside the secret entrance, a 12 gauge Beretta in his hands. Ivy’s patron shoved her into the mix, cowardly taking off and not looking back as she fell to the floor. Every time she tried to stand she just kept getting knocked back down and when she finally did stand, she was hit. Thirty seconds later, the gunfire stopped. The shouting stopped. Everything… stopped. I patted my face dry and took a collective breath before walking out the restroom. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Janay standing in the gift shop. Instinctively, I balled my hands into fists and started to walk in her direction. I quickly decided against it, for fear that I’d start something I wouldn’t be able to stop. Either way, she still ended up seeing me and rushed to pay for the stuff in her hands. I started walking back towards the vending machines in hopes that she wouldn’t follow me. So much for that.