Darion introduced me to the man he was talking to, Wyatt. He wasn't a friend of his at all, that was a lie. An enemy would be a more pleasant word to use for Wyatt. He was a member of the CIA, a President favorite. That's why the President sent him to talk with Darion. He was the one who gave Darion the phone call to speak with Jordan.
Darion explained everything precisely every detail to me. Jordan was captured after we split up. The President gave him to a group and told them to send GTAU a death threat. If we refuse to listen, they'll execute him on camera for the entire world to see.
They sent him in South Sudan to make it seem like the terrorist group just captured him in their own land. When in reality, the President handed him to the people and gave them offers of money to take commands. All of this, to stop Darion from building GTAU any further.
The facility in Los Angeles was heavily guarded by those large ass gates. I knew they were there for a reason, there isn't any way they could get through those gates. That's part of why I believe we should still put up a fight.
I know Jordan is important and losing him will devastate me. I also know Jordan wouldn't just like for me to give up. This is what happens in wars, people die. Even the important people, but we have to fight for what we want.
Wyatt remained in the room, as if he wanted me to speak with him. I wanted him to know how much his presence irked me. I wanted him to know exactly how much anger filled me at this moment.
Allowing them to win so easily would be a mistake that Darion and I would indubitably forever regret. My mind was now on the few choices that went on threw my head. The quietness in the room irritated me, especially with all the hatred I had for Wyatt. I didn't know him, but the fact he was bold enough to listen to the Presidents orders and come made me dislike him.
I was determined on breaking the silence in this room. My multiple choices of how to break it had to be settled down to just one final decision. Now, I've got to go through step by step of each plot in my head.
My first option, is to simply say goodbye to Wyatt and discuss Darion's plan alone. Maybe there were something's he didn't want to tell me, or couldn't tell me because Wyatt was here. Another reason why his presence irks me, I feel like Darion has to control something he says. I know this for a fact, Darion would never lose a battle so willingly. No matter who the loss is. Jordan is important, but not important enough to make Darion forfeit.
My next option, is to just tell Darion I'll allow him to do as he feels. If I do that, Darion will surrender to the President. He'll surrender to get Jordan back, that's the only reason he would surrender at this time. He knows if Jordan dies, he'll lose me for awhile because of my devastation. So surrendering to get Jordan back would keep me content. But losing the battle against this no good President, I'll never be happy with.
Lastly, my final option is to make action. Meaning, kill Wyatt's bitch ass at the fucking spot. Of course, he's armed and loaded with weapons and shit. I have not one weapon on me, but I was taught that anything can be lethal. I know that this Wyatt character is no bitch, especially if he was chosen to come speak with Darion alone. That means his ass can kill, but so can Rose Castro.
"Hello, Ms. Castro." Wyatt broke the silence before I could.
I rolled my eyes and replied. "Yes person."
I felt like my reply was perfect. Now he knows exactly how much hostility is between us. My bad attitude angered him, just about the same as him standing there angered me. But it didn't quit anger him to my level yet, so I stood on my feet and walked to him.
"Look, I don't know your last name so I'm going to assume it's pussy. So Mr. Pussy, why are you still here?" I said standing directly in the front of Wyatt.
I peeked that he looked back and Darion. He sighed with a slight chuckle as his eyes came glaring back at me. He was tall, pale skinned, he had dreads, his hair was blonde, he wore shades as well. He seemed like a laid back and cool person. All of that is just too be and too sad. Because no matter if they have Jordan in custody or not, I refuse to give up this battle before it even started. Wyatt, has to die now.
"Ms. Castro, you will respect my-"
"Fuck your respect, fuck your authority, and fuck anything else you claim that I will do. You have on of my best friends hostage? You think that's going to scare me? No, nothing scares me! The only man above me is God himself! So you can kiss my fucking ass!"
His anger sprouted quicker than I expected. The man damn near turned red as Satan, he moved too quickly for me to react. In just seconds, I was in his arms. My back was pressed against his chest, his arm was against my throat, and pain filled me. This man was strong, it was proven by me losing breathe far too fast. My vision was blurry through tears, I could barely see Darion.
My mind was running wild, I couldn't think straight. I haven't been the old me, I didn't react quick enough to save my own life. Back then, my brain would had remained calm. Now, I panicked and panic only causes things to become worst.
I grabbed his arm, I slightly attempted to get loose. It was weak though, he already drained too much of my strength. Now, I was handicapped compared to him. This battle was unfair, I was damaged.
Darion still hasn't gotten me out of this, which means he must be in a predicament to where he can't help me. Because there's no other explanation to why Darion hasn't helped. He wouldn't just sit there and watch as Wyatt choked me out.
My grip on Wyatt's arm loosed, I was becoming to weak to squeeze his arm any longer. He was still in full strength, I was still handicapped. The only way to survive, is to handicap him. If we're both handicapped, I can stand a chance. If he remains at full strength, I'm good as dead.
My Uncle Starlin told me to never give up until I'm finished completely. His choke hold on me was deadly strong, but everybody has a weakness. No matter how much of a killer you are, you still have weak points. My backup plan, was to go right after Wyatt's most vulnerable weak point.
I tried adjusting my neck to catch a breath, but failed miserably. Now I was just in a tougher hold. I grabbed his arm again, but didn't squeeze like this time. I raised my hands just above my shoulder and grabbed his face. He attempted to stop me, but it was far too late. I had already felt where his eyes were.
I squeezed my thumbs into his eyes hard as I possibly could. Too much pressure into his eyes really fucks him up, it fucked him up to the point he let me go completely. My backup plan worked, he was in excruciating pain.
Now, he was handicapped just like I was. Now, I had the upper hand in the battle. After a few breaths, I was perfectly fine. But he was still rubbing his eyes and in complete distress. This battle was over, I had already won.
I came at him with pure determination. His eyes were too damaged and he most likely had a headache out of this world, his defenses were completely shut down. So when I snatched the knife from his side pocket, he couldn't stop it from stabbing into his bare skin.
I left his dead body on the ground when I finished. I put on shoes and walked out of the room. Darion wasn't around, I had to find him before leaving. Instead, Morgan was the first person I found.
"Morgiee." I said, slightly smiling.
I smiled for just a split second though. Seeing her reminded me of Jordan. Who was most likely going to die now since we've guaranteed war with the President. I was happy to see her, but said to think of how I met her.
"Rosey, follow me." She ordered taking my hand.
She moved fast, we were the same height. Two short ass girls. She swiped her ID across the scanner to open a locked door. The garage was behind the door. It was a big garage, the type that you'll see in expensive wealthy malls.
"Where's Darion?" I asked as she walked me to a car.
"More of them came in, he told me to hurry up and get to you because you needed help. I guess you didn't need me after all." She answered.
"Where's Darion?" I repeated, I didn't mean to sound rude but she didn't answer how I wanted her to.
"I'm hoping he's in the front." She said as she got into the driver's seat.
"I want to drive," I offered.
"No, I'll drive." She rejected.
We got into a Mercedes Benz, it was diamond covered and bright ass silver. It was the sexiest vehicle I've ever been inside in my entire life. Morgan had brilliant taste in her style of car, better than Darion's Lamborghini taste if you ask me. She started the car and drove fast, we were out the garage and headed the front of the building.
"Glove department." Morgan said softly, she turned the car so nice to me. It was like she was a brilliant and experienced nascar driver.
I opened the glove department and took the pistol out. It was old school, definitely not something Darion invented. Probably just something Morgan left in her car for safety. It was also diamond covered, I found Morgan's diamond addiction sexy. But I don't think I'll be telling her that anytime soon.
I stood up in the set, my seatbelt barely around my legs. But it helped me to stand in the seat. As we turned to the front of the building I examined the perimeter. There was only one car ahead of us, Darion was at the exit of the building. He was attempting to get out, but was pinned down by three men. They were all looking to kill him, guns aimed at him. When they spotted our car, they fired rapidly.
I pulled the trigger of the pistol held in my right hand. Darion was in cover, so I wasn't worried of him. I was just worried about killing the last three men. Morgan drifted the car towards them, she was risking our lives. I didn't think she was about that action like this, she proved me wrong.
She got me in close range, then it was over for them. I shot one in the head, Darion came from his cover and shot with me. Soon, all three men were dead and Darion ran to the car. He urgently jumped into the backseat, I watched as he hit the seats hard. I laughed, we were lucky there wasn't a ceiling on this Mercedes.
"He's going to execute Jordan!" Darion said through deep breathes. "We cannot allow that to happen, we need to reach the President first! I already contacted Tampa, if they take down one of us we will tear them apart from the inside out!"
"So Washington?" Morgan asked.
"The President has to go." I said, "we're going wherever he is."
"He's in Virginia, but he's under heavy security. He's expecting us to come." Darion said.
"Then I guess we're going to Virginia." I said as I sat back in my seat. "If he kills Jordan, I'm ripping his guts out."