BRANDON SALVATORE
Fuck
The pain was something else, Franklin was strong, with good body build and his punch was just as painful as I thought it would be.
"What was that for?" I ask, inhaling deeply.
"What is your issue with Amaya? Do you want to get us all killed? One call from her to her brother or cousin and we're dead,"
I rubbed my jaw. "You didn't think about that before letting Kingpin bring her here."
"That's a different case-"
"Is it?" I cut him. "Amaya is here, in our home, or safety, or abode, and you're okay with it? What if Kingpin here does something funny, and by funny you know what I mean."
"Amaya loves Kingpin, she'd never call on us, but with someone like you causing trouble, the story might change."
I roll my eyes. "He should leave with her tomorrow," I say.
"She stays," Franklin says and I know he means it. This only means one thing, I need to get Annie out, and leave too. "Fine," I say with a smile. "She stays."
Father looks at me, he knows that expression, when I suddenly agree to something I was against before. "What are you up to?"
"Goodnight," I say and walk past him. "Please, father. Let there be a concrete reason before you hit me again, I hate taking unwarranted pain. Goodnight once more," I walk past him, not giving him the time to say whatever shit he wanted to say to me. I clench my fist, why didn't the tables turn and it was Kingpin who hit me, heaven knows he'd be pleading for his life.
I ignore the thought and make it to my room, stripping my clothes and walking into the bathroom for a shower. I stay, thirty minutes, one hour and just when I wanted to get out, I hear a loud shout.
I rush out of the bathroom and throw my pants on, not bothering to dry my hair or body. I pick up my gun and walk out of my room. The voice was that of a female and only two women were in the house, Annie and Amaya. I had to check on my sister first as she was more important.
I walk through the corridor, been extra careful so as not to draw attention to myself, I'm almost at Annie's room when I hear a faint cry coming from the room Kingpin was sharing with Amaya. I turn to it and open the door.
Shit.
Blood, it is everywhere. Who's exactly.
Amaya is on the bed, covered in blood, her breathing slow. I approach carefully and see she's been stabbed.
"Help me," she begs. I immediately pick up her phone laying down and decide to call, although I don't know who to call.
"Who did this to you?" I asked, hurriedly taking off the pillow case and pressing the bleeding wound, instead blood kept coming out, she would die, I had a bad feeling about this.
"It's him," she whispers, her voice fading.
"Hang in there, Amaya!" I say and immediately stand up, my green pants already stained with blood and my hands too. I call the police with Amaya's phone and explain to them, they're asking many questions and I end the call. I remember my sister, shit.
Without wasting time, I rush out of the room, heading to my sister's. Immediately my hand wraps around the door knob, I'm being hurled from behind, I crash onto the wall but regain myself early enough to duck my attackers fist which was charging at my face. I punch him hard, his stomach and face until he's on the ground, then I crack his neck.
This was insane, who was he and why did he attack me. I looked at the door to my sister's room, all the commotion and she didn't come out to check, this is fucked. I rush towards it again when strong arms round my neck, I struggle, elbow but whoever it was doesn't move, his hold is firm and I see myself slipping away. Who on earth was this, he was strong and although I was, I was no match for him. Using all my strength, I elbow him one last time and he frees me, why do I feel like he freed me because he wanted to, and not because he was affected by my hit.
I turn around immediately, my vision blurry due to how long he held me in place, I look at his face and that's when I recognize him.
Killian Mendoza.