Page 36 of Always Been You
Kole
“ W HAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU? I SHOULD FUCKING FINISH YOU OFF MYSELF!” my father ranted while his doctor worked on the wound on my leg.
I grimaced as the doctor pulled the bullet from my flesh.
Terror only got one shot to land on me. One in my right leg, the other grazed my right arm.
He was so caught up in trying to save my son that he left an opening for me to pop his ass.
That’s why I was confident that Kole Junior couldn’t spend another moment around any of his so-called parents.
They both were weak as hell. I was starting to detest everyone around me for showing me their hand.
Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my son to grow up and have a good life, but shit at some point, you have to think about yourself, not someone else.
I don’t care who it was. Terror jumped into a bullet for the boy, and he wasn’t really in any real danger with me.
I knew who I wanted to kill, and I just wanted KJ to witness it.
Instead, the shot that would’ve landed in his dome landed in his side because he dove at me to protect a boy that wasn’t even his.
“ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING?? YOU SHOULD’VE STUCK WITH THE PLAN, GAH DAMMIT!
YOU MADE IT PERSONAL!” My father continued to yell while pacing.
I looked at his face, and his forehead creased into worrisome lines.
He was nervous, no, he was afraid. I pressed a smile on my lips as the doctor secured the final bandage and stood on my feet.
“You don’t control me, old man. You should know that by now.
You got something you're not telling me, and it’s written all over your face.
Who the fuck are you afraid of? Because I can guarantee you should be more afraid of me.
” I closed the distance between us, and I looked into his face.
The minimal respect I had for him was vanishing by the second.
He was nothing more than a figurehead, and he wanted to treat me like a puppet and pull my strings.
He wasn’t wrong, though. This shit was personal, and I would dead that nigga Terror promptly.
I knew he would hide from me along with his family, but I knew one bitch that would be assed out.
As long as I could trace Crystal, there would always be a link to Terror.
This shit my father was doing was secondary.
“Don’t challenge me, Kole. You were called upon to do a job, and you didn’t complete it!
It was about money. You got into a dick swinging competition about a son that you barely took the time to be with.
I spent more time with that boy than you have.
Now this is it! It’s getting too sloppy, and this is not how we operate.
You are relieved of your duties, so get the hell out of here and do whatever it is that you do until I need you again. ”
“I think I’ll stay a while. Nothing like spending time with my old man,” I said sarcastically, patting him on the shoulder.
I had never seen a dark man’s face flush until that moment.
He was bothered, and for the life of me, I couldn’t put my finger on why.
It had piqued my curiosity to an all-time high.
He straightened up his clothes and went to his fireplace, where he kept his cigars. He lit one and took an inhale.
This was the type of thing he did to his minions in an attempt to scare them because they didn’t know what was coming next.
Just as I thought, he pulled out his Samurai Katana sword from behind the picture he had hanging on the wall.
Before he could turn around, my Glock made its way under his chin.
His eyes popped momentarily before he tried to play it cool.
“Get that out of my face!”
“Next time you think some bullshit concerning me, think again,” I growled in his face, keeping my gun in place for effect.
When I felt like my message was clear, I holstered my weapon, pulled him by the collar to me, and spoke again.
“I can smell the fear radiating off of you. I would tell you to tell me what it is, but you know I love puzzles. Riddle me this, though: at the end of this game, do you make it out alive?”
“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” he yelled, snatching away from me.
I laughed in his pathetic ass face. To think he was someone I held in such high regard at one time.
I would leave, but not because he told me to.
I had business to handle, and I needed to get moving.
To add insult to injury, I snatched the cigar from his hand, brought it to my mouth, and blew the smoke in his direction.
“I’ll be seeing you around, pops.” I exited his home and went to my car.
Even though I was sporting a slight limp from my wound, I still felt 100 percent.
It wasn’t the first time I had been shot, and the meds that the doctor had given me gave me wings.
It was either that or the fact that I knew I was now the one with the upper hand.
What I would always have over any adversary in my path is that they had something to consider.
Me? I didn’t give a fuck about shit. I was curious about why my father was so determined to protect Terror.
Maybe I could have a little fun with this.
I may keep Terror alive long enough to figure out why, or maybe I wouldn’t.
Either way, the inevitable battle between my father and me was simmering and was soon to boil over. We both knew that.
When I got inside, I cranked up, but before I pulled off, I texted Crystal.
Get him the fuck away from my son!