Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,17

her, I’ll end him. Fuck the fucking FEDs and anyone else who gets in my shit. I have more than enough ways, and there’s no end of places to make him disappear in.

I must’ve done a hundred, and that fuck still got there a few seconds before me. He has no chill whatsoever, or maybe my tone when I made that call had tipped him off to the fact that I was about to shed blood. He pulled up in front of their house, going the wrong way. Way not to alert the cops, asshole.

I turned off the bike and snatched my helmet off as I walked to him. “Wait…” He put his hand in my chest and pushed me back, taking his life in his hands. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Whatever he did, you can’t kill him, not yet. You’ve got too much heat on you right now.”

“He’s not gonna see another sunrise.”

“Then you’re not going in there.”

“You wanna bet?” He pulled his phone while I turned to walk away. “Sir, we have a situation.” Fuck me sideways with a walking stick. This fuck passed me the phone.

“I can’t talk now, gramps; I got a thing.”

“Are you using your head, no rash decisions like we talked about?” His voice was calm and smooth, the way it is when he’s dressing down one of his subordinates.

I gave Dray a look, which he pretended not to see. “Did you hear me, my boy? Have you been reading your Sun Tzu?” He and this old dead fuck must’ve been childhood sweethearts in another life or some fuck as much as he’s always pushing him.

“Gramps seriously, not….”

“Filial piety is the greatest sign of your maturity as a man.” My grandpa is an old Asian woman born in an Italian man’s body. I know I’m not about to win this fight, so I gave him what he wanted… for now. It was more important for me to get her out of there than to kill that fuck right this second.

“Yes, gramps, I’ll be good.” I’m a damn ten-year-old again being scolded for bloodying the neighborhood bully’s nose for being a dumb fuck. “Can I go now?” The people in the house could’ve taken ten trips in the time I spent fucking around with these two.

“You will give the phone back to Drake and wait until I’m through talking to him.” What the fuck now! I gave the phone back to bitch snitch and cooled my heels while the two of them talked in code. “Let’s go.” He hung up the phone and walked up the steps ahead of me.

“When we’re through here, remind me to plant my foot in your ass.”

“As you wish.” He always gets snooty after talking to gramps. It’s because of the bitch teeth in his damn mouth. He reached for the doorbell, but that shit seemed way too polite for what we came here for. I pounded on the door like the heat, full fist.

I know how that sound can put fear in lesser men, and since this one was as low as you could get, I figured he’d be shitting his pants or damn near to it, wondering which one of his fucked up sins had caught up to him.

He tried that opening the door just a crack bullshit with the chain still in place, but I had other ideas. “Who…?” I was born knowing how to approach doors without being seen, so he only saw Dray standing there. But before he could finish his sentence, I had my foot already planted in the door and was kicking it in.

That shit sounded loud as fuck as it splintered under the pressure of my foot, pushing him back against the wall. He was so flustered by the sudden move that he didn’t have time to catch himself before I was on him. “Hi, asshole, remember me?”

I pulled him up by his collar and planted my fist in his face over and over until I heard bones crack. Gramps only said not to kill the fuck; he didn’t say shit about maiming. “Alright boss, that’s enough go get your girl.”

“Wait, what girl?” It was the first words out of the fuck’s mouth as we heard running footsteps heading our way.

I pushed past who I’m guessing is his wife and walked down the long hallway calling out for her. “Michele baby, where are you?” She opened the door to the room at the end of the hall, looking scared. “Damien? What’s going