The guards opened the door and patted down Mikael, searching for any weapons on him. They found none. Donovan followed right after. When they were done, they were led to a secluded part of the house. They were given looks, considering the people around knew who he was and knew his kind wasn't accepted in their precinct.
Workers were walking in and out the open plan hallway. Half naked girls of all shapes and sizes were bagging and weighing the white powder in their respective packaging. Some eyed him as he walked by, I mean who wouldn't. Everything was being done professional which he liked but still didn't trust his current surrounding especially with the current situation going on.
He felt as if something bad was going to happen but he didn't know what. He just needed time to figure everything out. He hoped and pray, it didn't affect his family- Cheyenne and the kids. That was his main concern. He hoped to protect them in every way he knew he could
The double doors were pulled opened, letting the two man step in. A couple eyes averted their attention on the two man. A lot of people were surprised to see Donovan, being it was their first time. They heard so many stories about the man but never set eyes on him. They thought he was white when in actuality he was black.
"Mr DeLuca, what are you doing in my territory?". The dark skinned man's rough voice questioned, noticing Donovan had paid him a visit. In fact, he was waiting on him. The room was filled with a thick cloud of that green drug. The others walked out leaving the two gentleman to work out their issues.
"I came to fix my brother's mess on behalf of him". Donovan simply stated, taking a quick scan of his surroundings. They were in a open plan space which had a big oak table situated in the middle. Probably a twenty seater table. There was two book cases on either side of the walls and a few art pieces hanging on the wall. The paneled windows displaying the pristine pool in the backyard and green arces of trees extending miles and miles.
"And who might that be?". Pierre stated with a smirk dancing on his face. Pierre François was a very famous kingpin. His family including the Haitians and the Italians had been at odds for thirty years and counting. They knew not to mess with each other's territories, women, businesses nor circle of friends. They were not to even glance in each other's directions.
It had been that way for years until Shelly and Angelo did the unthinkable, setting the motion in a spiral which landed one of the DeLuca brothers in hospital fighting for his life.
"You know exactly who. You sent over your guys to kill my brother and I don't appreciate that. I feel the situation could've been handled differently". Donovan told him. Pierre let out a low chuckle.
"Is that so? Well I don't appreciate that lil boy sitting in my daughter's face and playing with her feelings". Pierre spat causing Donovan's brows to furrow in confusion.
"And what's that got to do with you? Your daughter is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. She knew what she was doing dealing him. Don't you dare make excuses for her".
"You will not come into my territory and dictate how I should raise my daughter!", he slammed his hand on the table. Donovan stood unbothered, "That faggot she was dealing with put my child through countless heartbreak and I would do anything for her that includes killing!".
"First of all don't you ever dare call my brother that disgusting word. And secondly, you must like causing your child heartbreak because she's sitting in that hospital room crying her heart out over shit you've caused. Again, she had gone against your wishes!" Donovan spewed as he walked closer to the table but was held back.
"Take your hands off me before I shoot up this place" he calmly stated, giving the guards a menacing gaze. They looked towards Pierre causing him to nod his head. They let go of Donovan making him straighten his clothes out.
"Your silly action has caused a dent in my money and sales and I don't like that. If Angelo was stealing from you, I would've understood but to do this over a silly relationship that wouldn't last for forever is straight up bullshit! And the fact that this is a one sided situation is pissing me the fuck off. I should return the favor and put a bullet in her head too". Donovan threatened, looking into Pierre's eyes, indicating he was serious.
An eye for eye is what Donovan liked to think. You come for him. He will come for yours too. That's just how life goes.
"Don't you fucking dare lay a finger on her, boy!". Pierre stood up, anger filling his body. The blunt on his lips fell onto table.
"It is not fucking nice huh?". A menacing smirk danced on Donovan's lips.
"Well get over it because I did what had to do to protect mine and I won't take back none of my actions. Whats done is done!".
"What's really the issue here, hmm? Is the issue with Angelo and Shelly or the fact that you losing your most valuable clientele and thought shooting my brother would get my attention?". Donovan decided to bring up the reason issue with his head crooked to the side.
"Don't worry about my clients. I serve them the finest product. Way better than yours, might I add. We ain't got a problem. The only problem here is that lil boy. He got what he deserved for messing with my daughter ". He shrugged.
Obviously trying to reason with Pierre was going no where so Donovan was going to retaliate in the only way he knew how.
War
"Alright, if that's how you feel, that's fine. I guess we will see ourselves out". He coolly responded, smoothing up his clothes and removing the invisible lint. He gestured with his head towards Mikael who knew it was time to go.
Mikael got the message and followed behind but not before both men pulling their guns out and firing towards everyone in the room, backing out.
Bullets flew all around the room hitting a couple of vases and windows , causing yells to be spewed out. A couple men took cover and reached for their firearms, firing back. A couple more men walked in, backing up Donovan and Mikael. They had the place surrounded. Screams erupted through the house as the half naked women ran out the house, fearing getting shot. Luckily the house was situated on it's own land. The next house was probably a couple miles ahead so no one would report to the police.
It wasn't his exact plan but he needed to get his message across. Nobody messed with his family and actually got away with it. You can try but I doubt you'd succeed. The DeLucas do win one way or another.
"You are going to pay for this!". Pierre yelled out as he ran after the car which sped down the driveway, exiting the current crime scene. Mikael was quick on the gas.
Donovan held his middle finger up out the window and chuckled, "Would love to see that". He muttered.
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The gates loudly buzzed as they opened. The two siblings who hadn't seen each in years made eye contact. One blankly looked at the other while the other rolled his eyes and scoffed
"Y'all pulled me out my chess game just to see this bitch ass nigga!". The younger sibling spat, looking at his brother. He hadn't changed one bit. The only thing he noticed was how his attitude seemed to be worse than before.
"Hey man, he paid a hefty price". The guard mentioned raising his hands.
"I will pay you double to take me back". He told him, being serious. Monty chuckled, shaking his head.
"Just talk to him, man. He begged to see you".
"Can't believe y'all accepted his raggedy money to see me. There is a reason why he isn't on the list, Monty". Lucian complained to his favorite guard but as of right now, he was mad at him.
However Lucian took a seat and faced Antonio. He folded his arms on his chest and legs folded. This time he was in jeans, a white t-shirt that was clinging to his bulging muscles. On his feet were a fresh pair of cocaine air force ones. His buzz cut was shaven down. His tattoos were glistening indicated to be moisturized with the finest oil. A silver Casio watch sat on his wrist and a young thin silver chin graced his neck too. He smelled good, letting Antonio know that Lucian had everyone on his payroll, giving him everything he likes whenever he wanted.
They stared at each other. Either too stubborn to speak. Lucian had nothing to say. He actually wanted nothing to do with his brother right now.
"I still see you running this place". Antonio started, breaking the silence in the room. They were in the only ones in the room which was perfect for Antonio since he paid a heavy price just to see his brother. Ridiculous.
"Yeah and what about it?". Lucian spat, not taking his eyes off his brother. The anger he thought went away was starting to reappear.
"Look I'm not here to fight with you ". Antonio told him causing a loud smack of lips to sound in the room. Antonio was given the dirtiest look of his life.
"If you are here to make sure your dirty little secret is still safe, don't worry dearest brother. I didn't tell your son. You can still play happy family with your family while I rot in this hell hole". Lucian replied and in a way Antonio was relieved. He didn't want his family looking at him different. He had done a lot of thing, unspeakable things.
He wasn't ready to receive the judgemental eyes of letting his younger brother take the fall.
"That's what family is for right?". Lucian sarcastically smiled.
"Lucian, I'm sorry ".
"Nah fuck you man. For real, fuck your bitch ass". Lucian spoke and meant every word. The hate he had was undescrible. It had even manifesting in his soul for a while now, waiting to directed to the exact person who caused it.
"You let me take the fall for something that had nothing to do with me and then don't bother showing up to see if I'm still breathing or not! Fuck you for real Antonio!". Lucian spat.
"I'm sorry". Ant said again, sincerely apologizing and meaning it.
"Yeah that's right, that's all you got to say. You lucky I let Donovan know the truth about Angelo. That's another thing you kept away from me too. You just like having things to yourself huh? What's the beef with me huh?". Lucian angrily questioned, hitting himself in the chest. Tears were threatening to spill out but he held them back. Antonio didn't deserve to see him break. He didn't deserve to see his vulnerable side.
"I had no intentions of keeping none of that from you. Marina made me promise I'd protect Angelo". Antonio told him. He took a look at his brother, noticing how he shared similar traits as Angelo. It was hard to miss him being the father.
A scoff escaped Lucian's mouth, "You and Marina are the reason I'm in this predicament. You've known for years and decided you would keep this secret for twenty four years. I had to hear this shit from opps. The opps had to tell me the truth about my child. That'smy child. You had no right deciding what was best for him". Hurt wasn't the word to describe his feelings.
It was one thing to take the place of the murderer in order to protect the family name however it was another for your own blood brother to discard you and don't visit in prison.
Another thing was learning you had a child whom you helped raised but he didn't know you like that. He was in Angelo's life but not how he would have wanted to be.
He blamed his brother and Marina. I doubt he would be able to forgive them. They had him seem as a evil, vile person when he was far from that.
"Marina made me promise to keep him away from you. She didn't want you knowing for some reason. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have listened to her. See she's driving a wedge between us even in death. Forgive me, ". Antonio was lying to save his ass but Lucian didn't need to know that.
"You are actually disgusting", Lucian scrunched his face up, eyeing his brother, "Keep your bullshit ass apology to yourself. I don't need it. As for building a relationship between us, that will never happen. You are dead to me Antonio". He sternly stated, deciding he was going to cut the visit short. He had nothing more to say. He couldn't stand being in his presence any longer.
He stood to his feet and eyed Antonio one last time "Don't bring your ass back here ever again. You hear me?".
Without waiting for a response, he headed towards the facility gates shoving his hands in his pocket, "Let me go Monty ". He told him causing the guard to nod his head and open the gate.
"It was nice seeing you bitch!". Lucian spoke once last time before disappearing down the hallway.
Antonio was left in the room, reflecting on the conversation with his brother. He realized he needed to tell the truth or everything was going to blow in his face.
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"Sir you need to come see this ". A young woman stepped into the chief's officers office. The older mixed man placed his glasses on his face and peered at his detective standing by the door. Her face was flushed and her shirt was disoriented.
"What is it now Detective Sanders?". He questioned, getting up from his chair. The Detective didn't reply, only walked out. He followed behind her, heading towards their questioning room. Commotion was heard all the way to the front. Loud screams bouncing off the walls of the precinct.
"What's going on?". He asked again once he seen detective Mayers holding down a distort detective Daniel.
"Mayers what's going on?". He pushed out, seeing the horrific scene in from of him. Daniel was trying to break free from Mayers. His behavior was erratic and disturbing. He let out incoherent words.
"Sir he is having an episode". Mayers responded.
"What? What episode?". The chief officer questioned in shock. He didn't know that about his worker.
"Daniel was diagnosed with bipolar and dissociative identity disorder. He has episode where he changes into a different person. I thought he had it under control but it seems as if it's getting worse". Mayers relaid. He knew all about Daniel's diagnosis. He had it under wraps for years but lately he would break into episode that took time to get under control like now.
"Sanders have you called an ambulance?". She nodded her head, standing to the side. She didn't want to get hit again.
"Okay help me sit him up, Mayers". They managed to sit Daniel against the wall while holding him down. He was drench in sweat and his teeth hitting against each other. His eyes were dilated, indicating he had zoned out. It was no longer him in his body
They held him down until the paramedics rushed in. They strapped him up and sedated him in case he had another episode. Once they had him situated, they took him to the car outside.
Mayers sighed and wiped his forehead, letting out a breathe. He never once experienced an episode and definitely not with Daniel. However the confession he made while under his mental inability made him question if he really did mean it.
"Good job Mayers for getting the situation under control".
"Sure thing boss".
This man just confessed to killing Erin Jones. That's all Mayers thought about.
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