paradise many times before. He had made love to her on that very beach, and it pained him that he would never share that experience with her again. He would never be able to kiss her forehead or slow dance with her to a smooth jazz tune. Baron looked out of the window of the small beach house and watched as the sun began to rise. He retrieved funds out of his offshore accounts and then fled to the beach house that was under an assumed name. He was glad that his wife had convinced him to buy the home before her passing. Now it had become his greatest asset. He would reside there in peace under an assumed name.
It had been a week since he had given A’shai up and the guilt was eating away at him. He sipped cognac and contemplated suicide daily. He was at rock bottom. It was as if he was losing his mind. He looked at a picture of Willow, A’shai, and himself that was taken a year after they had taken him in and they all were as happy as could be. They had taken it while vacationing on that same island. There was a time when Baron could have made different choices which would have changed the outcome of what had happened, but he chose to grind harder instead. Getting deeper and deeper and eventually leading A’shai into the same lifestyle. Baron wished he could rewind the time. He would have quit the drug game a long time ago. He would have put his family first and thought about how his profession could and eventually would put them in harm’s way. He understood that A’shai could have been molded to be anything other than what he was. A’shai, under the right direction, should have been a Wall Street banker. Baron had created a monster, and it eventually came back to haunt him.
Why didn’t I show him another way? I failed my family, Baron thought as he downed the ninth glass of liquor. The thought of betraying A’shai ate at his soul and he knew that he had made the wrong choice. Baron walked over to his untraceable cell phone and quickly dialed up an old friend. He had to try to right his wrongs because the guilt was going to eventually kill him. He knew that he had to call in some professionals to do the job, he called the most efficient and ruthless crew he knew . . . he called the Murder Mamas.
A’shai groggily began to wake up. He had a pounding headache, blood dripped from his mouth and his body was full of purple and black bruises. His entire body ached as he had been beaten within inches of death. His hands were tied above him, and his body slowly twisted in the air. He saw that Liberty was tied to a chair and turned facing him. Samad circled him with a crowbar in hand. A’shai had been beaten by Samad for days, and Liberty watched as they both were tied up. A’shai was the closest to death than he had ever been.
“You are finally up. I have been waiting on you,” Samad said as he began to roll up his sleeves so that Liberty could watch him beat A’shai once again. Over the past few days A’shai had been tied up and beaten badly out of pure revenge. He never thought that Baron would be the one to set him up. He walked right into a trap and he never saw it coming. Samad wanted to give A’shai a slow death while Liberty watched. He also planned on murdering Liberty after he killed A’shai. Samad just wanted the lovers to hurt a bit longer before he ended their lives. Samad began to walk around the beaten warrior, and he called him every nasty name in the book as he spit on A’shai and totally disrespected him.
Just as he was about to strike A’shai again, he heard the sound of the glass shattering and two girls burst through the door with their guns drawn. Before Samad could even react bullets were sent through his chest, dropping him instantly. Liberty squirmed as the bullets whizzed by her and she saw two slender figures get into gunplay with Samad and his goons. By the end of the gunfight, when the flying bullets finally stopped, the two masked shooters stood alive. One of the masked men walked over to A’shai and pointed