I always ignored the drug and prostitution when I think of the Eastside but I can’t do that anymore. The money sitting in my account, the ‘inheritance’ I have was made from those very things. I would like to clean it up and make legitimate businesses but Carm has always brushed it aside. We are a district and part of The Head corporation. We can never change.
“How’s the training?” Trent asks me.
“I haven’t done much these past few months.” I run my finger across my mouth, “it’s been a fucking whirlwind. Finding Ember, chasing down Talia and then just school.”
“Let’s go toss some shit and shoot some bullets.” He looks over to Adri and smiles, “you his girlfriend?”
“Yeah.” She lifts her chin.
“Come see what your boy was made for.” He chuckles and starts to leave the gym.
I turn and look at Travis, he’s talking quietly with Carm and whatever he says makes my older brother chuckle in a rare show of cheerfulness. A pang of jealousy hits me and I’m stunned. I don’t want him talking to and enjoying my brother, Travis is fucking mine.
“Trav,” I call out. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” He asks and raises his brow in a show of defiance.
Him and I are going to have a bit of a struggle. We’re both alpha males and yes, Adri will even us out but when it’s just the two of us-and I can’t wait until then-we will have a power struggle. But fuck me if my dick doesn’t like the idea.
“Shooting range.” I nod my head for him to follow us.
“I need to see how much my hermanito has suffered since he left me.” Carm smiles and starts to make his way to us, holding on to his sore ribs.
“Sure.” Travis shrugs and follows close behind.
He’s getting punished later for this.
We get to the shooting range and I pull out the M4 Carbine and pop in a full magazine then I head over to the handguns and pull a Walther PPK pistol. This is the same gun Ember used to kill my father, little did she know at the time, her twin favoured this gun and imagined killing their father with it many times.
“Sexy little thing.” Trent coos.
“She’s still my main bitch.” I nod.
“This the one that blasted el cerebro de tu padre?” Trent says with a chuckle.
“One and the same.” I kiss the cool metal.
We head out to the aisles and I pick the first one as I always have. Except now I have more of an audience instead of just Carm and Trent. Not that it bothers me, that bullseye is about to become my bitch.
“Did you bring your cuchillos?” Trent asks and I lift my shirt to show him the waistband I always wear. “Sweet, let’s fuck up some targets.”
I watch as he steps into the aisle next to mine and we set up our targets in the furthest setting. I pull out my M4 and snug it in close to my shoulder. This paper target is about to be decimated.
“You know,” Trent begins talking to Adri and Travis, “I trained this kid from young. The sounds of guns firing used to make him piss his pants.”
I chuckle and let loose my magazine, watching as I create a beautiful blooming flower over the heart of my target.
“Shit,” Trent whistles as our targets fly back towards us. “You fucking beat me on that one, Niño.” We both set our rifles aside and switch out fresh targets. “I’ll murk you on the pistols though.”
He wishes. I don’t disagree with him and stay quiet. I’m not a fucking shit talker, I prove shit with my actions. I watch as the target flies back out to the farthest position and I hold the target with my right eye as I close the left. I release eight bullets into its brain and call it back to me.
“Honestly?” Trent growls, “this is you after you live a life of school girls and cushion?”
“Fuck you.” I laugh. “This is me on the regular, Mano.”
“Let’s see you dance with those knives.” He counters.
“Fine.” I shrug, if I’m being honest, knives are my best skill. Guns come as a close second.
We put our guns back into the armory and I watch as Travis talks quietly with Carm. He’s really fucking testing me tonight. I’m not sure what I’m so pissed off about. Carm is straight, I’ve seen him with girls. It’s just seeing Travis finally look comfortable, at ease with someone and having a laugh to top it off. All things he rarely does.
Adri comes up and runs her hand along my back, “that was so good.” She coos.
“Thanks.” I shoot her a smile and we follow behind Trent to another door across the hall.
This one is filled with dummies situated in different positions throughout the room. Some are even mechanical and move out of certain spots. I have been training here for years so I know all of them. Trent turns the switch and we hear the motors start and the dummies begin to move. I throw off my shirt and palm two of my knives. I feel the grin hit my face and a sense of complete calm come over me.
I’m about to fuck these fake fuckers up.
22
Emmett is throwing his knives at an alarming speed. Each one sinks deep into the mannequins dressed in different clothing. Trent is chasing him around the room, trying to keep up and failing. I’m amazed by how many knives are sticking out of these things’ heads. I know Emmett has skill, I was there when he sunk a knife into the back of the guard’s
