Book 2 Chapter 7.
Leo POV.
When the doctor told everyone what the damage was with Lia. I felt sick to my stomach. Only one word stuck in my head. Barbed. Barbed bullet.
I walk out of the ER and make a call. There is only one fucker who makes different kinds of bullets. Bullets made to cause the most damage. That fucker made the bullet that was fired at my girl. He will f*****g die.
“Hey, Leo. Long time no hear brother. What can I do for you?” The stupid fucker asks. He is known as Death. Because of the weapons and ammunition he creates. He was one of the kids I grew up with in foster. He was a good kid, a good friend and I warned him, f*****g warned him when Ricky was killed to not go down this road, but he didn’t listen and now my girl is suffering because of it.
“Where are you?” I ask, not in the mood to exchange pleasantries with him.
“Where I always am. What’s up, bro? You sound like you are grinding your teeth. What’s happened?” He says, and I walk to my SUV. As I climb in and look at the dashcam on the dash. I need to hand that to the Courtney. Or just download the footage I need to hand over. If I hand that over they will know I have been stalking her.
“I’m coming to you. We need to have a little chat.” I say, and he sounds confused.
“Ooookay. What have I done?” He asks, and he is being cautious and it is best he is right now. “You tell me, Death. What could you have done?” I say and he responds with a hu–uh. i***t. I told him, f**k I warned him one day what he is doing will bite him on the ass and I was right. But I never expected it to be me who has to deal with him and his stupidity.
“I’m on my way.” I say hanging up and I drive out of the hospital parking lot and head towards the outskirts of town. Death lives in a ranch that borders the state. In the middle of f*****g
nowhere.
I drive, and the sun is just rising as I get closer to his ranch. The gate is open and I drive through. Pulling up at the old style farmhouse, the paint is chipped, and it looks abandoned.
But I know better. Death operates in the barn at the back of the property. I walk around the back of the house and see the lights on the barn door. The light spilling from under the door letting me know he is in fact inside.
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I open the door and walk through, hearing the music, then the sultry moan of a woman. I keep walking until I see Death sitting in his chair with some b***h riding him. There are lines of
coke on the desk and behind him is the armoury.
“Yeah baby, I just love your big dick.” The bottle blonde bounces up and down on him, her fake ***s not moving as she throws her head back and screams out her release. Death comes with a groan. He chuckles, resting his head in between her t**s when he looks up and locks eyes
with me.
“Brother, care to join us. Like old times. Cindy here loves to have two d***s inside her. Don’t you baby?” He says, and she looks at me. She licks her lips as she climbs off him and walks
to me naked. I move away from her and she pouts.
“Not this time. We need to talk. So get rid of the whore.” I say, not looking at her when she
hisses at me.
*f**k you, asshole.” She spits as she walks back and grabs the rolled up note and snorts a
line. I look at Death and he is smirking at me.
“Go and clean up Cindy. It looks like he means business. I will come and find you when I’m done.” He tells her before he slaps her ass and she giggles and walks away and he sighs,
watching her walk away.
“I think I’m in love.” He says, and I chuckle as I walk closer to him.
“You always say this. You know she is only using you for your money, right?” I say as I sit
down and he looks at me and sits up straight in his chair.
“Yeah, but she has a magic pussy.” He says, and I roll my eyes.
“Death, this is not a social call. I need to know you didn’t make new bullets. One in particular.
A barbed bullet.” I say to him and he looks at me before he turns in his chair and tucks
himself away before he stands and walks into the armoury. He comes back moments later
and holds the bullet up to show me. It just looks like a normal bullet.
“What am I looking at here?” I ask him and he chuckles. He holds the bullet between his
thumb and index finger so I can see it.
“This little beauty. Is what I have been working on for a while. Once it is fired from any hand gun. The casing shatters and the barbs spring free. Maximum damage with minimal impact.” He says, and I fell sick. My brother, my childhood friend, created this bullet that nearly killed
my girl.
“Who did you sell them to?” I ask, becoming angry and sick.
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“You know I never give out my customer’s details. Why? Why have you got a hard–on for this? Also, how did you know I had them?” He asks, and I rub my forehead.
“My girl was shot with one of these yesterday afternoon. She died at the scene but was bought back. It shredded through her Death, brother. So I need to know as a friend as your brother who you sold them to.” I say, and he looks mortified. Usually he doesn’t give a f**k who his weapons hurt. But then again, none of these clients are his family.
*s**t, man, I am so f*****g sorry. I really am, but I can’t help you. I can’t betray my client’s confidence.” WHAT! I stand up and pull my gun and press it into his forehead.
“You going to do me dirty, brother? To save your client from annihilation, because the family my girl belongs to will hunt you down and torture you for the information. Your bullet was fired towards a very important person. I think you will know the name of the family. If not, then you will be acquainted soon enough.” I say, and he looks pale.
“Who was it?” He asks gulping and I notice the tremor in his hand.
“The Frost and Gambino heiress. Amelia Frost.” I say to him and he drops the bullet onto the
desk and stands up and panics and I grab him and shove him back into the chair.
“So, are you going to tell me who it was you sold these bullets too or do I let the Satan’s Reapers, the Bratva, and the Gambino family deal with you?” I say to him and he gulps.
“It was the Torres family. Well st
The Torres family are the f*****g Mexican Cartel. The families and the clubs have never had a
problem with the Mexicans, so why now? Why target Amelia? Well, I know the answer.
She is the heiress to the family fortune, that’s why. But to come here and try to take her out, knowing it will cause a war they wouldn’t win. Unless.
“Spill it now, because we both know Hector Torres would not go against the families. So which
Torres was it?” I ask him and he is trembling in fear. His glassy eyes darting everywhere.
“Answer me now, Death, or you will be meeting your f*****g namesake.” I grit out, and he gulps
again.
“It was Gabriel Torres. Hector’s son. The one the family turned their backs on when he went on a f*****g rampage. I didn’t know he was going after your girl brother. I promise you I didn’t.” He
says, sobbing now.
“You get out of town, you stop doing this brother, otherwise the next time we meet you will die. * I holster my gun and walk into the armoury and grab a duffle bag and pack it full of every
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bullet he has and walk away.
“I’m sorry, brother. I really am.” Is the last thing I hear as I walk away from my brother. He has
lost his way and there is no going back now.
Now I have to speak to Courtney and Kaden and give them the heads up, but first I need to see
my girl.
