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I pull out my gun, drawing it on Morgan at the same time he brings his on me. Morgan goes to shoot, and I drop to my knees, sliding along the floor toward Morgan as he shoots hard and fast at me, his bullets flying through the air. As I drop, his bullets pummel straight over my head into Christophe.
At the same time, Killian wraps his arm around Hurricane’s throat, holding his back to Killian’s front in a headlock as Alfie approaches. I slide in, knocking Morgan to the floor. His gun slips out of his hands, giving me enough time to spin, shooting Alfie between the eyes.
His skull explodes, spraying all over Hurricane, but all he does is smile as he finds his strength, hoisting Killian up over his shoulder and slamming him to the floor.
I rise to my feet, drawing my gun as Hurricane and I both step up to Killian and Morgan, both of them on the floor staring up at us, panting for breath.
“Cain, c’mon. We’re brothers. We had no one else to turn to. We are following Trap because we want the Bachelors back.Youcan run it.Youcan lead us!” Morgan begs, and I shake my head.
“The Bachelors are too far gone, Morgan. The corruption, the way they treat women. No. I will not be a part of that shit anymore. I cannot allow it to continue or anyone who believes it is the right path to follow.”
Morgan scowls. “You’re pathetic, Cain. Throwing all of this away forher.It’s a shame I wasn’t successful in drowning that bitch when I had the chance.”
My blood ignites so fucking hot I can barely control it. My skin pebbles in droplets of sweat as I lunge forward, dropping to my knees and wrapping my hands tightly around Morgan’s throat. His eyes bug out of his face as he gasps for air, his fingernails scratching at me to release him.
But all I see is a red haze.
My devil has unleashed again.
Morgan was one of my most trusted men at the Bachelors. I thought we were friends, but then he betrayed me and tried to kill Makaylie. I cannotlet that go unpunished.
Using every strength, every force of power, every ounce of adrenaline I have, I tighten my grip on him. He coughs, his entire body struggling with a lack of oxygen. There’s something so freeing in taking a man’s life. In seeing the energy drain so visibly from his eyes. In watching the demise of someone who wronged you so unfathomably that the very thought of him existing in this world is incomprehensible.
“Cain, c’mon, man. Morgan is family,” Killian begs beside me.
My eyes leave Morgan briefly as I glance up at Hurricane, my nostrils flaring as I glance back down at Killian and nod to Hurricane. He doesn’t hesitate, pulls his gun out, and fires off one devastating blow into Killian’s head.
Blood splashes across my face, only heightening the emotion of this moment as his body drops like a lead weight to the floor. My eyes return to Morgan. They’re blinking in and out, my fingers turning white from the pressure I apply around his neck. His fingers tear into my arms but then slowly fall to his sides as he lets out his final gasp. His eyes close, the blood vessels in his eyes blow, making the whites of his eyes turn red, and his body goes completely limp.
A slow smile crosses my face as I throw his lifeless body to the floor. “You come after my woman, you end up fucking dead,” I spit at him as I move to stand.
Hurricane dips his chin in complete agreement.
While taking a centering breath, my mind moves to Trap.
My job isn’t over.
Running footsteps echo through the room as we turn to see the rest of NOLA Defiance entering.
“You guys good?” Bayou asks as I make my way over to Trap, who is lying on the floor.
“We’re good. Just finishin’ up,” Hurricane replies as they all stand back.
As I approach Trap, the snake detaches from his swollen throat and begins to slither away. I don’t want to risk getting bitten, so I draw my gun, aim, and shoot the snake with precision. The head blows off while the tail wriggles on the spot.
I turn my attention back to Trap. His hands claw at his throat as he struggles to breathe through the swelling obstruction. His limbs begin to twitch from the venom circulating throughout his system. His eyes meet mine, and I stare down, towering over the bastard.
“You thought you could fuck my world over? You thought you could come for me? You should have known better. I have far more people on my side than you do on yours.Trust me.The Bachelors are done. They die here with you tonight because your ambition to be in charge got you to this point. Rot in hell, Trap, because that’s sure as shit where you’re going.”
I turn, walking away from him toward Hurricane and the others. They all glance at me with their brows raised like they’re unsure of my motives. “You’re just gonna leave him? Isn’t that risky?” Hurricane asks.
I smirk. “I need this to look like an accident. I need the Feds not to be able to pin me down because I want to spend my life with Makaylie. That’s why all of this shit with the Bachelors went down. Everything was for her. There’s only one thing that can make that happen…” I step over to the candles in the middle of the room and pick one up.
Hurricane chuckles. “We’re gonna have to get out of here quickly once you do this. This place is gonna light up real damn fast.”
“I need to watch him suffer first, then we can leave.” I walk over to Trap, his eyes turning red, his body shaking, his breathing becoming more difficult with the size of his throat. I place the candle by his jeans. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that an open flame is incredibly dangerous?” I state, then kick the candle over. It bumps into his clothes. He wriggles, but all it does is make the flame ignite. He tries to scream, but it’s silenced by the lack of air able to escape his throat. He tries to move, but his body is unable as the flames begin moving up his legs. The smell of burning flesh filters through the air. I take a step back as part of the floorboards ignite around him.
He’s clearly in absolute agony—a fitting death for an asshole.
