caused the immeasurable rift that lives between them, and now this was just fuel for their fire.
“Not only do you conceal what is mine from me, for years, you have dragged her into a mother fucking gang, Cobra, my daughter. Coretti, you are a dead man walking.” Alonzo’s voice is unlike his daughter’s rage, that dry ice tone, no he’s is like the heat of a fire bomb being throw in the face.
I can’t move to stop him, it doesn’t look like any of my brothers are able to as well with his use of that tone. Not even Bones has moved yet, reaction time too slow to stop Alonzo from curling around the trigger.
The loud pop that goes off in the room leaves us all with hearing difficulties, but that is neither here nor there, I am waiting for Cobra’s body to hit the faded gray carpet, but it never comes.
Elda is in front of Cobra, her right hand slightly behind her like she’s trying to push him back, and her left is around Alonzo’s wrist, which she is holding raised over her head, only six to eight inches over Cobra’s head, but that’s all it takes to save a life.
“You may be my blood, according to those men, but this man is my blood by deed far before we ever formed the crew. Try to kill him again and I will not be so generous.”
Alonzo looks at his daughter and this time it’s like he’s seeing the woman that she is rather than the baby he didn’t get to raise. He wasn’t afraid of her exactly, but there was something passing behind his eyes that seemed to say he realizes that her life was nothing like the life he’d wanted to give to her, and there were consequences for not finding her sooner.
Her face was set in stone, the tone again that dry ice, but behind her eyes was a wild fire, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was mentally burning him alive with the fire that seemed to flow from the dark depts of her eyes.
Bones is the first to move near the three of them, placing a hand on Priest’s right shoulder, effectively making Alonzo aware that he’d have to go through more than just Priest to get to Cobra.
The tension starts rising again, and just as it seems to snap Priest opens her mouth.
“I hear that you’ve been looking for me, but you need to understand that I am not a child for you to raise, who has made a family with those I have chosen. I do not take kindly to those who wish to do harm to my family, and if you want the chance to get the same title of family from me, you are going to start by cutting whatever misguided vengeance you want on Cobra and instead thank him for keeping me safe when mom passed, instead of me ending up with the state. You get me?”
Alonzo stares at her, for a long moment before pulling his arm lose and handing her his gun, and if I didn’t know that he was more likely to have more weapons on him than just that singular gun I would have been surprised, but even just that concession was more than what most get.
He then looks at Cobra between Bones and Priest’s shoulders and takes a deep breath.
“As much as I hate it…and I’ll deny it to anyone outside of this apartment…thank you for keeping her safe…even if you couldn’t keep my Lene safe…”
Priest is about to start back in on him, that’s evident by her open mouth, but Cobra’s hand on her back stops her.
“He’s not wrong Priest,” his voice is rough, “I didn’t keep her safe.”
Bones
I hate hearing Cobra admit to failing at anything, mostly because only Priest and I knew just how much he feels responsible for Lene’s murder. Only Priest and I knew just how much our fearless leaders wasn’t so fearless when it had come to her.
He’d loved her, even when she loved someone else.
It was one of many things he and I had in common.
Looking at the man these four assholes claim is Priest father, it was hard not to see a little of the similarities, but she is more than her genetics, which is evident in the way she is holding her mouth, much like Cobra holds his mouth when he’s trying not to bite someone’s head off. Nurture plays a big role in who