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I hear a cry burst out of Cara, but I keep walking this time. I can’t risk going back there right now. I’m fucking wound up and there’s only one cure when I’m like this.
I need to go fucking kill someone.
7
Jackson
With a chip onmy shoulder, I walk over to Easton’s house with only one thing on my mind. I need to get out of this park, and I need to do something. I need to spill blood. I need to cause pain because I need to get rid of my own.
When I get to the front of Easton’s house, I see him walking out the door with his keys in hand.
“What happened?” He asks as he walks down his steps.
“Where you goin’?” I ask, feeling like I’m minutes from exploding.
“Rich texted. Gotta head to the east side. You want to come with?”
“Fuck yes.” I head to the passenger side door, and when Easton gets in and pulls out of the park, I get the details.
“What’s this about?”
“Some low runner was tryin’ to pull one and not pay up. He’s been runnin’ but was spotted over on the east side. Rich wants me to take care of it.”
“I got it.” I mumble.
He looks over at me. “You want to take it?”
I nod at him.
“Sounds good to me.” He keeps driving for a few minutes then turns to me again. “So, are you going to tell me what happened at Cara’s house?”
I sigh and open up Easton’s glove box, grabbing a cigarette pack from the spare carton and slide one out. Lighting up, I roll down the window a bit and take a drag. “She’s pregnant.”
He laughs. “Well, obviously, dumbass.”
“No, I mean, she’sreallypregnant. She’s getting a little bump and everything.” I take long drag. “She’s talking about giving it up for adoption.”
He slams the steering wheel. “I fucking knew something was up! Shit, what’re you going to do?”
I burn out the cherry on the cigarette with my finger. “She ain’t giving my baby away.” Is all I say.
We don’t say anything else for the rest of the drive. Letting the music drown out my thoughts, I watch the world pass by until we get to the east side of the city.
“So, what’re we looking for?”
“Red Ford. Short dude with curly hair. Hugo said he’d be holed up in some junkie house off Rice Avenue.” Hugo is Rich’s bodyguard slash in charge of everything guy. He’s a massive fucker and about as friendly as a fucking sandpaper.
“There.” I point to a house with boarded up windows and weeds as tall my knees. A red Ford sits in the driveway and I know, without a doubt, I’ll be killing the fucker behind those walls.
“How do you want to do this?” Easton turns towards me as he drives down the street a little bit. The last thing we need is a nosy neighbor spotting out Easton’s truck and telling the cops about it. Not that they’d do anything. Rich has about every cop in the city in his back pocket.
“You go in the front. I got the back.” I take the knife out of its holder and look at it. It’s still got a little bit of blood on it since the last time I used it. I haven’t been on a run or done anything related to the business at all since Logan died. They let us take our time to grieve, but I’m ready.
I’m so fucking ready.
Mostly after today, after dealing with Cara and the pregnancy and the adoption…
Yeah, I’m ready.
