There is no one I want to see die more than you. Ben told me there had been murders, someone killing Demons. He wouldn’t have been taking out other Demons. Tristan’s contact wouldn’t have been a Demon. Fought the urge to pull the trigger right now. He fought to hold on to the control slipping from his grasp. We are what we are right now because of me, and now you want to take that from me?” The Demons weren’t shit when Ricky led us. I let you go to fuck your boy and live your pathetic life, even though it should have been a death sentence, and how do you repay me? You send some of my own people to kill me? You send people to take out my gang. Keeping you in Los Deminos, even though you’re too much of a pussy to be a true demon. I dedicated existence to him and whatever he wanted me to do, yet it was always about you. They circled each other, guns still drawn, Javier still talking.

My motherfucking trigger finger itched every time I saw you, but I didn’t because of your mama, and your father.” It had been even longer since he pointed one at someone else. It had been a long ass time since he had a gun pointed at him. They faced off, arms out, fingers on the triggers. Mateo saw the movement, saw Javier reach for his gun, so Mateo did the same thing. I would have left it behind if you didn’t drag me back into it.” I’m sick of listening to Ricky Sanchez, and I won’t take shit from his maricone son.” You think you’re better than everyone else and that we have to bow down to whatever the fuck you tell us to do. You always think you’re in control of every situation. He had fresh wounds on his face that showed Javier had recently had a little fun with him. He lay on his side with his head down, but looked up and made eye contact with Mateo. A man sat bound and gagged on an old, dingy couch. Mateo backed up, opened the door and stepped inside. If it meant avenging the pain Javier had caused Josiah.Įven death would be worth protecting them. Maybe he was destined to live with blood on his hands, but he would take that destiny if it meant keeping Josiah and Tristan safe. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. He didn’t even have it in himself to hate the words. I’m watching you die today for what you did to them.” Remember that it was a maricone who takes it up the ass that watched you breathe your last breath. I want you to remember that when I kill you. Instead of walking toward the door, Mateo stepped right in front of Javier, so close their chests touched. Plus, I’m lookin’ forward to killing you. “I didn’t think you’d have the balls to come.” Javier’s voice was dark, as evil as he remembered.

It was the place his father had taken men when he didn’t want people to hear their screams. Mateo stuffed the gun in the back of his jeans, then shoved a beanie on his head as he left the dirty alley to head for the lonely house he’d never planned to go to again.

Full Circle by Riley Hart