Begin Again

16. Why Can't We Just Kill Her

We're not having a meeting ... almost like we all had a epiphany at the same time. What was the epiphany you ask? Oh that she told Benson and Nancy to come join us so she could order a hit on that poor women.

The room erupted with shouts from all of us directed towards Tre.

"No,"

"You didn't"

"Tre are you drunk right now?"

As if we weren't saying anything Tre put her phone back down and held her head high waiting for us to shut up. Once we did, she smiled, " don't worry I told the first year's assassins to be discreet about it, when they hide their body."

My sisters' ladies and gentlemen if she doesn't like the solution- she kills it figuratively and physically.

Ignoring the shocked gasps, and eye rolls she cheered, "on to some better news I just saved us a million dollars and now we can have the meeting, Phillip."

"You know what this is good, we can talk about this while you're on your kill high." Philip said while motioning his hands at us and then to the table telling everyone to gather around.

Once everyone sat down, Phillip cleared his throat explaining the situation that he had emailed me about this morning.

I'm 100% sure he had emailed me separately about the American mafia for complete selfish reasons.

He wanted me to warn Tre about them needing our help, so by the time we discussed it with him she would be calmer. Phillip has firsthand seen just how psycho Tre gets at just the mention of our og family.

Honestly if he would have blindsided her with the news, she might have thrown him out the window, so it was a good decision on his part.

Once Philip finished his message, everyone slowly moved their eyes to Tre who was angrily tapping her fingers on the table.

"If she keeps tapping the table like that, she may break it," Mauve deadpanned.

I really wish she was joking, but Tre is such a strong little bitch. I've seen that girl take down 5 full size grown men with a broken arm.

Mixed with the fact that she's agitated, irritated and still on the high she gets when someone gets killed because of her. I wouldn't put it past her if she accidentally killed someone in this room by giving them a high five or something.

Cautiously Mauve slid her hand over Tre's. Coming out of whatever la la land she was in she looked down at her hand that was now under Mauve's.

"So are we game for help them?" Phillip asked.

"No"

From a very young age I learned that words no matter how small or big can hold so much weight. Words can leave a lasting expression, jumpstart a love story, start/end wars and so much more.

Two little letters, one very small word- no.
It says so much, and this time those two little letters leave the room stunned in silence. Before anyone could question her bold decision, Tre pushed herself away from the table and got up.

"No one bother me for the rest of the day, I'm going to play with the prisoners in our basement." She commanded while walking out the door.

Even when she's outraged with the news of our father. Even with the clear thought of bringing a bunch of men to their knees in pure pain and misery my sister mange's to glide out the room like an angel.

That's a boss ass bitch right there.

"So, the Swedish, Chinese, Turkish mafias in an attempt to become more powerful are trafficking children, like kids between the age of 6-17?" Nancy spat.