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JOÃO

“I want to come with you! Mommy is sleeping,” Ana whined as I dropped off at home.

I stood beside my car with the engine running and the back door wide open. “Ana, please, don’t make me fight with you. It’s serious. Landon is hurt, and we need to make sure that everything is okay at his house.”

Ana stared at Imani, who sat in the front seat, staring with both anger and hurt through the windshield. Rain gently dropped onto the windows, and I impatiently tapped my foot on the ground.

“Ana, now. Don’t make me ask again.”

After grumbling to herself, she unbuckled her seat belt, stood up in the car, and wrapped her arms around Imani from behind. “João will make it okay.” She kissed Imani’s forehead and giggled. “He always does, no matter what.”

Smiling softly for the first time tonight, Imani placed her hand on top of one of Ana’s and thanked her. When Imani pulled away, Ana jumped out of the car and stomped past me to the front door. She walked into the house and angrily stared at me through the window.

“Lock the door, Ana,” I shouted at her.

She gave me another angry glare and stomped back through the house toward the door. Once she was settled in, I hurried back to the car and slid into the driver’s seat. Imani balled her hands into her fists by her sides, becoming angrier by the second.

“How could they do that to him?” She seethed.

“That’s who they are.”

“They’re pieces of shit!”

“Listen, Imani,” I said between my teeth. “Don’t tell Landon that we brought you here.”

If he found out we had brought her back to his house after his father shot him, then he would actually try to kill me. I shouldn’t bring her there, but I knew that if I didn’t take her, she would drive up to his house on her own and by herself.

So, I let Imani be and continued to his house. When we reached the house, Kai’s bike was out front. He must’ve been in the basement, trying to get things cleaned up. But Landon’s pathetic mother and father were shoving suitcases in the backseat of their beat-up, run-down car, their fucking clothes falling out of them and a nervous expression on their faces.

After I parked, I stormed out of the car, grabbed the suitcase from the drunk asshole’s hands, and dumped all his and his wife’s clothes all over the bloodied ground, stomping them into their son’s blood and into the mud forming from the rain.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” his father slurred.

His mother rushed into the car. “Get the fuck inside, Dave! Those boys are dangerous.”

I stepped closer. “You’re lucky I’m not pissing on your raggedy-ass clothes.”

“You kids are nothing but assholes!”

“We’re the assholes?” Imani shouted, storming toward him with nothing but fury on her face. She rushed past me, but I grabbed her waist and held her back. “You’re nothing but pieces of shit! You shot your own son!”

Imani twisted and turned, desperate to escape my hold and run at them. While part of me thought it was the sexiest fucking thing, I refused to let Imani become part of this. Landon’s father still had that gun for all we knew. If he shot Imani …

His father laughed emptily. “He deserved it.”

Kai hurried up from the basement and rushed toward us, eyeing Landon’s father.

“You fucking deserve it!” Imani screamed. “Both of you deserve to be in the ground!”

“Stay away from us or—”

Kai pulled out his gun and shoved it against the bottom of Landon’s father’s chin. “You threaten her, and I’ll blow your fucking brains out. If you’re going to leave, get the fuck out of here now. I’m losing my fucking patience with you.”

Landon’s father tensed, then scurried to his car, slipping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

As they drove down the road, Imani scrambled in my arms. “You’re just going to let them go after what they did to Landon?! I thought you guys killed people!”

She threw my stupid words back at me from earlier. I restrained Imani until she calmed down and glanced over at Kai, who put his gun back into his waistband.

“We don’t need to check out the house if they’re gone. Nobody is coming here.”

Kai gave me a nod, then turned back toward his motorcycle, his entire body tense and his gaze focused on the road that they had disappeared down. While Kai might not have wanted to kill in front of Imani yet, I knew that he had wanted to murder Landon’s mother and father in cold blood right fucking here. And I didn’t blame him. We might not get along all the time, but Landon was a third of Poison and had done so much shit with us.

We were in this together until we died.

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