I'm so unprofessional for this, but new cover and title. The previous one wasn't really fitting to this story since I changed the plot. 🙂
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C H A P T E R 39
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"...it's like you're screaming, and no one can hear..."
The street lights had switched on once night time had approached.
Achilles sat in his matte black Lamborghini, blending in with the dark.
His phone rang in his lap, looking down it was Catalina.
He pressed decline, only for a message from her and Mason to come through, asking where the hell he was.
Sucking his teeth, he switched his phone off before throwing it in the passengers seat.
It's been 10 hours since he's been released from the hospital, and even though he's supposed to be at home in bed, he couldn't wait another minute, having to seek vengeance.
He was parked in the quiet and empty parking lot, waiting for Zakeel to come outside the bar he was occupying.
The desert eagle rested in his hand, all that was running through his mind is when Zakeel thought he could put four bullets into Power and think he can continue living his life.
He got another thing coming.
Zakeel sat at the counter, his phone to his ear as he attempted to call Mahika. It's been weeks and all his calls have gone to voicemail.
Huffing, he shoved his phone in his pocket before he ordered one more shot of Patron.
After leaving a fifty dollar bill on the counter, Zakeel stumbled his way out.
"Mahika...baby...w-why you ain't answering my calls! Bro..." Keel hiccuped. "Call me back when you get this."
He left a voice message, as he stumbled his way to his car, whistling in his drunken state.
As he got to his car, he had difficulty opening the door with being so drunk.
Grabbing the handle, Zakeel was about to open the door until he was pushed into his car, before being thrown to the ground.
A body straddled his, a hard fist connected with his face, causing his head to hit the concrete as his nose started bleeding.
"What the fuck!?" He tried opening his eyes, but all he saw was a blur and a dark figure.
"You thought you could kill me?" Achilles cold voice spat.
Achilles stood up, ignoring the pain in his wounds as he began stomping on Zakeel's face with his Timbaland covered foot.
"How that feel bitch!?"
Zakeel gasped for air, his face swelling as he began choking on his blood from the few teeth knocked out.
He heard a gun cock, making him shiver and cry.
"D-DONT kill me! Please!" He begged.
Achilles chuckled cynically before sending a bullet between his eyes, blood splattering all on his hoodie.
He threw is hood on, spitting on Zakeel's body.
Sirens were then heard in the background, seeming to get closer.
