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I was back on the grind now that my sister was out of sight. She had been getting on a nigga’s nerves about laying low, so I did. But as soon as she told me she was moving out of the country because her friend was killed, I knew it was time to make my moves again on Damier. Kita told me Damier might have been the one who killed her friend, but I didn’t give a fuck. The nigga hadn’t come for me yet, but it was kill or be killed. I had been going by his spots, shooting up his workers, and robbing they bitch ass. Damier didn’t scare me.

I drove to his sister’s condo, adrenaline pumping as we parked a few streets away, hidden under the cover of darkness. I watched from a distance as Damier’s younger sister stepped out with a group of friends, her laughter ringing out in the night air. But she wasn’t alone. Security guards flanked her, keeping a close eye on everything around them.

“Damn,” Danni muttered. “Looks like she’s got protection.”

I gritted my teeth, watching them pile into a waiting Maybach. There was no way to get to her, not with the security detail surrounding her. “Fuck it. We’ll hit the club and burn that shit down. Then, I’m going get at his momma,” I said, gripping the wheel. “He can protect his sister all he wants, but his dead-ass club is ours tonight.”

$$$$$$

The clock on the dashboard blinked 4:00 a.m. The world outside the car was dark, the streets deserted, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers. I gripped the wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my hands as my mind raced. Every thought in my head was consumed by the same thing—revenge.

Damier was going to feel my wrath. The time for waiting was over. The time for caution had passed. I was done playing nice. I’d been patient, yes, but patience had only gotten me so far. Now, it was time to make him understand the consequences of crossing me.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the club, the world outside felt strangely quiet—eerily quiet like the calm before the storm. The parking lot stretched out before us, almost empty except for a few scattered cars and the looming silhouette of the club. The dim lights of the club reflected off the polished asphalt, casting long shadows. It looked almost too still, too peaceful. It didn’t match the chaos brewing inside me.

I parked the car and shut off the engine. The interior of the vehicle fell into an oppressive silence. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as the weight of what I was about to do settled over me. I wasn’t just about to burn down a building; I was about to take everything Damier had built, everything he loved, and watch it burn to the ground. That wasn’t something I could take back, but it was something I needed to do.

For a moment, I let the stillness wash over me. Then, I reached for the gas cans in the backseat. The metal rattled as I grabbed them, the sound sharp in the dead of night.

“You ready?” I asked, turning to my companion—Danni.

He gave me a brief nod, his face shadowed under the hood of his jacket. There was no hesitation in his eyes. He’d been with me from the start and was the only one left alive in my crew. We both knew what needed to be done.

“Let’s go,” I muttered, my voice low, steady. There was no room for fear, no room for second-guessing. Only purpose. Only the fire of my revenge.

We stepped out of the car, and the air felt colder than usual. A strange chill crept over my skin as we walked toward the club’s entrance. The quiet night was unnerving as if the whole city was holding its breath.

Our footsteps echoed off the pavement, a rhythmic sound that felt almost ominous in the silence. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me with every step. The flames, the smoke, the destruction—I could see it all in my mind, feel it rising inside me like an unstoppable force. Every ounce of my being was focused on one thing: Damier’s downfall. And this was how it would begin.

We reached the front doors of the club, and I could almost taste the revenge in the air. The thought of watching everything Damier worked for go up in flames made my dick hard. It would be swift. It would be final. He would never see it coming.

As I stepped forward to light the first match, a sudden rustle from the shadows stopped me in my tracks. I froze, my hand tightening around the gas can.

Before I could even react, two massive figures emerged from the dark, stepping out from behind the dumpsters and the shadows like shadows themselves. Their movements were too swift, too calculated. In an instant, they were on us. Strong arms grabbed me from behind, dragging me off balance. I struggled, trying to break free, but their grip was iron-tight.

“Shit!” I hissed, twisting my body, trying to get out of their grasp, but it was no use. They were too strong, too fast. My limbs were pinned down, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I heard Troy’s muffled shout, but before I could react, a cloth was pressed over my face. The fabric was rough against my skin, and the sharp, sickly-sweet scent filled my nostrils, making my stomach lurch. I struggled harder, gasping for air, but the smell was overpowering. My head spun, my vision blurred, and my limbs began to grow heavy like they were made of lead.

“Bitch ass—” I tried to curse, but the words came out slurred and weak. The world around me was fading. The last thing I remembered before everything went black was the weight of the cloth over my face and the feeling of my body giving in to the darkness.

$$$$$

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, my head was throbbing, and my vision was blurry. Blinking, I took in my surroundings, trying to shake off the lingering haze. I was tied to a chair in the middle of the desert, my hands bound tightly behind me. Panic gripped me as I struggled against the ropes, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps.

And then I saw him. Standing in front of me, his arms crossed, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. Damier’s bitch ass.

“Finally woke yo’ bitch ass up,” he drawled, stepping forward. “You really thought you could come after me, my nigga? I run LA. Can’t nobody come for me.”

I gritted my teeth, defiantly meeting his gaze. “You don’t run shit, Damier. And your brother runs you. Just because you got me, don’t think my peoples won’t hunt you down.”

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “You’re right about one thing. It’s not over. Not until I say it is.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And right now, you’re at my mercy.”

My stomach twisted as I looked down and saw it—a bomb strapped to my chest, the timer ticking down slowly. The sight of it sent a cold wave of terror through me, and I struggled against my restraints, my mind racing.

“You wouldn’t,” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling despite myself. “You’re not that ruthless.”

“Ruthless?” Damier laughed, stepping back, his eyes gleaming with a cold, merciless fire. “You don’t know the first thing about ruthlessness, my boy. But you’re about to find out.”

He straightened, his face hardening. “You fucked with the wrong person, and now you’re going to pay. See you in hell, bitch ass nigga.”

As he turned to leave, I felt the weight of my actions crashing down on me. The timer on the bomb ticked louder, each second stretching out into an eternity. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears, my mind racing as I realized just how far out of my depth I was.

This was the end. And it was all my fault.