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KAI
I knocked out one of his front teeth, smashing my heel right into his mouth until blood filled it and poured down his chin.
The man who had tried to kill Imani hadn’t been hard to find.
How could he be when he stood on Main Street with his hand wrapped in bandages where Akio had shot him, bragging about how he had almost killed Poison’s girl? All I had to do was pull up in the back, stick a gun in his buddies’ faces, and tell them to get lost.
Then, I had tied that asshole up, making sure to bind the rope so tightly that he lost feeling in his bloody hand, and brought him to the back of the warehouse where Poison and I did our business. It would be easier to clean up the blood when I was finished.
With his wrists and ankles bound behind his back, I dropped to my knees and hurled my fist at the man’s face over and over, taking all my anger with Akio and his family out on the man, putting him through pure torture for nearly killing Imani earlier tonight.
“Please.” He spit out blood. “Stop.”
“You pulled a gun on my girl.”
A knee to the nose. Another fist to the jaw. Bones cracked. Blood splattered.
I didn’t fucking stop until his body twitched. Then, I stood up and kicked my foot into the side of his bloodied face, smashing in his jaw, and then I kicked his throat, snapping the artery in his neck through one of the many open wounds I had given him.
When he stopped moving, I stood, spit on the man, and pulled out my phone. After capturing a picture of the corpse on his own phone, I sent it through all the contacts that this man had. This wasn’t just revenge; this made a fucking statement. If people touched—or even thought about touching—Imani, then they would have to face Poison.
And Poison didn’t fuck around when it came to the people they cared about.
What I hated most about this whole damn thing was that I now owed Akio. That wimpy fucking bitch with mob parents who ran this town had protected our Imani from a man who could’ve killed them both in a moment’s notice.
All I had wanted to do for so long was put a bullet straight through his head and kill him, take away something that his parents loved like they had taken someone who I loved in what cops had claimed was a car accident. Every fucking cop there had known whose fault it really was.
Not my father’s, like they had reported.
Dad wouldn’t get into a wreck that badly; he didn’t drink and drive, like the report had said.
Now that Akio had saved Imani, how could I fucking kill him? He had saved the one person that every member of Poison kinda, sorta had a thing for.
Once I stuffed the guy in a black bag, I took care of the trash and cleaned the blood and any trace of whoever the fuck this guy was from the warehouse. I wiped the blood from my bare chest and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, grabbed my keys, and texted Imani.
Me: Don’t get yourself in trouble again.
Imani started texting, then stopped, the three typing dots disappearing on our personal Discord chat. I glided my tongue across my teeth and decided to show her what Akio should’ve done if he had wanted to protect her—and what would happen to him if she kept bringing him around me.
I sent the picture of the corpse to Imani.
Imani: KAI!
Imani: CAN YOU NOT SEND THAT TO ME?!
Me: This is for you.
Imani: I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF THIS!
Part of me regretted sending the picture—because I knew that she probably was having an anxiety attack now. She had probably never seen a dead body like this, but Imani needed to fucking know what happened to people who tried to fuck with a member of Poison.
Me: Don’t get yourself in trouble again.
Me: Or next time, I’ll make you kill the man yourself.
Suddenly, those typing bubbles disappeared again, and she didn’t respond. I slid my phone into my back pocket and slipped out the back door. A fierce wind hit me as soon as I closed the door.
I pulled up my hood and climbed on my bike to head toward Landon’s to let Imani know that I was serious about this shit and to finally get a chance to plan how we’d kill Redwood’s infamous principal next.
