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“Did you order the murders of my mother and your brother?” I ask in a deadly calm tone. Emilio and I stand in a stare off, he won’t be able to get a read on my thoughts, everything is locked down inside me. “Fucking answer me!” I scream.
“Estefan was weak, Maria needed a real man but she chose wrong. She was mine and he took her from me.” Everything happens in the blink of an eye, a shot rings out and then the guard holding Knight at gunpoint drops, another shot whizzes past me, Royal cries out and then Emilio is on the ground. Royal rushes me and tackles me to the ground shielding me from the spray of bullets that fly over us. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time, so many emotions swirl in his eyes but I’m too lost in my downward spiral to try to decipher what he’s feeling.
“The truth changes nothing, you are who you are because of who raised you. Blood means nothing, your father loved you and gave his life for yours, hold onto that, Rika.” Royal is yanked off me by Bishop, Chaos helps me to my feet before he follows his mother and brother over to their father, I leave Royal to be checked over by his parents as I stumble toward Emilio. He lays on his back staring up at the sky, at the sound of my approach he tilts his head to the side, a trickle of blood begins to form at the corner of his mouth. He reaches blindly for his gun as I crouch down beside him, before he can grab it I snatch it and push it against his head as he stares up at me with wide eyes.
“He fled Columbia to get away from you to keep me and my mother safe, didn’t he?”
His eyes harden, I used to fear that look in his eyes knowing it would mean I would be punished. He loved to use his belt on the backs of my legs, he never hurt me or left a mark where others could see. He wanted to be known as the doting uncle that took in his orphan niece even though his brother dishonored the Vargas name by running.
“He was weak.” He rasps out then begins to cough. “You’re strong because you are mine.”
Anger burns inside me. “My father wasn’t weak, he was strong enough to turn his back on his family so he could protect the ones he loved most. She never wanted you, did she?” I grit out.
“She was mine until he stole her, so I stole her innocence and her womb.” Disgust rolls through me, he raped my mother and got her pregnant.
“Even after you raped her, she still loved him. She didn’t hate me even though I was a product of the rape committed, they both loved me. You took them from me and for that you will die like a dog but, before I send your disgusting ass to hell there is something you should know. I may hate you with every molecule inside my body and detest the name I share with a piece of shit like you, I am going to claim what you never intended to give me.” It takes him a second to catch onto what I’m saying the moment he does anger and hatred fills his gaze. “You only wanted me back so no one could use me to claim what you built. I stupidly thought it was because you cared.”
I press the barrel of the gun harder into his forehead as I feel Royal come up behind me. “You kept me being your daughter a secret so no one would ever use me to take over, hear me now when I tell you this. I will take the cartel from you.”
“You are a woman…” He coughs and blood splatters my shoes. “My people won’t follow a bitch.”
I smile as I cock the trigger. “I won’t be running it alone.” His eyes blaze. “I’ll marry him, I’ll take Columbia and lead the cartel under a new name, my people will thrive under the new leadership of the Memento Mori.” I pull the trigger, brain matter and blood sprays my face, chest and arms but I don’t care, I pull the trigger again and again even when the magazine is empty I keep clicking the trigger. Royal crouches down behind me, he hisses as he reaches out and pulls the gun from my hold.
“We need to leave, Rika, this place will be crawling with cops soon. I only bought an hour's window.” I say nothing as I allow him to help me to my feet and lead me away from my… from Emilio.
ROYAL
The whole ride back to the house Erika hasn’t uttered a single word, she spent the time gazing out the window. I’m starting to worry that she'll retreat inside herself again and stop speaking, I wouldn’t blame her after what she just learned. He used her, manipulated her for years. She spent her life hating my family for the death of her parents, the harsh reality of that is her own family was the one to kill her parents. The moment we get back to my house, I know everyone wants to deal with Chance and be rid of him once and for all but my focus is on my girl. I watch her walk inside with her shoulders hunched and her head down, I go to follow her but Chanel steps in front of me.
“She was going to take a bullet for you, wasn’t she?” It’s posed a question but she doesn’t need me to answer, she already knows the answer.
“You saved my ass.” I reply instead, Sin was the one who took the kill shot and took out the guard holding uncle Knight.
She shrugs. “I told you, I’ll always have your back and never let you die, I kept my word.” I wrap my good arm around her and pull her to me holding her close.
“Thank you, Sin.” She pulls back and nods but I can see something else is on her mind. “Just say it.”
“Fine. Your girlfriend may be… not as bad as I thought.”
“How’d that taste coming out your mouth?” I tease.
The bitch punches me in my shoulder where my fucking dad shot me, I groan as she walks away smirking.
“We doing this now?” I look to the side to see my dad and the others standing there.
“Can I at least clean the bullet wound you gave me?” Dad rolls his lips over his teeth to keep from smiling.
“It’s a flesh wound,” he defends.
I balk at the bastard. “The fucking bullet went through my shoulder to hit that cunt!” The bastard laughs!
“You shouldn’t have fucked with my shit.” This mother fucker shot me on purpose! I knew it, He could have shot the fucker over my shoulder but nooooo, he had to teach me a lesson and shot me! I flick my gaze to my mom who stands there frowning looking between us.
“Mommy,” I whine, Dad scoffs and throws his hands in the air as mom looks to me. “Dad shot me on purpose!” The bastard sputters and feigns hurt as he places his hand over his heart and looks to my mom with a fake look of shock.
“Baby, I would never shoot our baby boy.” Now I scoff at the bastard, Mom turns a bright shade of red.
“Did you shoot my son on purpose?” At the angry tone of her voice Dad takes a step back.
