Chapter 22. What's Mine Is Mine
What’s mine is mine, and when you hurt what is mine, I go insane. It didn’t take me long to find the address for Arturo. I parked about a block away from the driveway. I made sure I had everything I needed.
I had five guns on me. One of the guns I had was an AR15. The others were handguns with silencers on them. There was a guard on duty. I had a 45 mm in one hand and an AR15 rifle in the other. The guard saw me, and his jaw dropped in horror.
The guard stood in a booth. To my surprise, he opened the gates and took off running.
Some guard he is — what a fucking coward. I tilted my head and watched as he dashed down the street. “Hmm,” I hummed. I considered letting him live. “Nah.” I pulled up the handgun and shot him in the back of the head.
The guy dropped in the middle of the street. A chuckle escaped me as I lit a cigarette. Even after losing my memory, fighting, throwing knives, and shooting still somehow came naturally to me.
I kept the cigarette between my lips. With my rifle in one hand and a handgun in the other, I walked up the driveway. When I reached the front door, I sat my rifle off to the side, and I knocked. I turned away from the door, and the butler opened it. The butler stepped out and stopped, confused when he didn’t see anyone. He walked past me and stood in front of me. I stalked toward him.
Now I know the butler didn’t do anything. He just picked the wrong dickhead to work for, and that is getting him killed. I grabbed the pocket knife out and flipped it open. I grabbed the back of his hair and slid the knife across his throat. I acted so fast that he didn’t have a chance to react. The man gurgled and faceplanted onto the concrete steps. I wiped the blood off my knife, using my jeans.
This could be a suicide mission, but I didn’t really care. Anger had won over self-preservation. I grabbed my AR15 and walked into the mansion. Memory or not, I wasn’t entirely sure why anyone would have the audacity to go against me. I wasn’t a cocky person, but I knew what I was capable of, and most other people knew it too. Even if I did die tonight, I knew I would take a lot of these fuckers with me. More importantly, nothing would stop me from getting to Kalia and Arturo.
The foyer was totally empty. I snuck through the door of the living room, and I almost walked back out. That is just. . . fucking gross! I tilted my head and grimaced.
A man sat on the couch, and he looked like he did too many drugs. His skin stretched tight over his bones, and his skin looked fragile. His cheeks were sunk in, and so were his eyes. I had seen corpses that looked healthier and livelier than he did. An ugly, heavyset woman with pimples all over her body straddled him.
She screamed, “Fuck me, daddy.”
I pulled my gun up that had a silencer and shot him in the head. She let out a blood-curdling scream and turned to face me. I fired the gun and shot her in the head too.
“Yuck. Now I’m scarred for life,” I muttered. I turned to the left and walked toward a hallway.
Just down the hall, a man walked out of a room. He looked up at me. His eyes widened, but he didn’t have a chance to move. I pulled the trigger and shot him between the eyes. The man dropped to the floor with a thud.
“Put it down!” a voice came behind me. I spun around to face the man. I recognized him. He was on the boat earlier tonight. He cocked the gun, and I laughed. The guy stared at me in confusion.
“Man, I hope that Arturo taught you how to catch,” I said and smirked.
He stared at me, dumbfounded. I whipped my knife at him. The blade pierced his throat, and he instantly dropped. That’s one of my favorite knives. It had my name on it, so I pulled it from his throat.
I killed several of his men before I reached his study. The rest of the house was empty. Whoever was in the study would be the end of it.
I kicked the door open, my AR15 raised and ready to fire. “Mind if I join?” I spat.
Several men looked up at me. I fired my gun. Some of them fired shots back, and only two of the bullets hit me. One hit me in the arm, and the other grazes the side of my waist.
There were only two people left. Kalia sat on Arturo’s lap, dumbfounded.
“You picked the wrong person to fuck with,” I said. I raised my gun and aimed it at them.
“Austin would never forgive you!” Kalia screeched.
“Oh yeah? I would bet a million bucks that if Austin were here, he would kill you himself. You betrayed him. You betrayed all of us, you bitch!”
“I’m the mother of his children. Please,” Kalia begged, but she stopped, and her eyes widened.
A hand caught my gun and pointed it to the floor. My gaze locked with Austin. Austin stood beside me.
“No way,” Austin said.
“Oh god, Austin! Thank god your brother is crazy!” Kalia screeched.
“I get this bitch,” Austin said to me. Austin took my AR15 and pointed it at Kalia.
“What?” Kalia’s eyes widened in shock. “Austin. . .” Kalia trailed off. Her eyes pleaded with his.
“I told you,” I snickered. “A Million bucks, bitch,” I said. I chuckled and stared intently at Kalia. Austin pulled the trigger and put a bullet between her eyes.
Arturo pushed Kalia off his lap in shock and stood up. Austin handed the gun back to me.
“Please, it was her idea!” Arturo begged. “You killed all of my men!”
“You nearly killed my wife, and you killed my baby,” I spat.
“Have mercy?” he begged and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Are you kidding? I’m already showing you more mercy than you showed my wife,” I snapped. I aimed the weapon at Arturo’s head and pulled the trigger.
“Baby?” Austin tilted his head.
“Aria was pregnant. Kalia kicked her in the stomach repeatedly,” I said.
“Fuck, man. I’m so sorry,” Austin said and shook his head in disgust. “I never would have thought Kalia would be capable of all of this.”
“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, though,” I said. “You didn’t have to do it. I would have done it.”
“Yeah, I did.” Austin gazed at me.
I knew what he meant just from the look on his face. Kalia was his girl, and he trusted her enough to tell her who he was. She betrayed him, and Austin knew betrayal came with a price. I didn’t have to have a memory to know that.
“Let’s get out of here,” Austin said.
“I want my guns and money first,” I muttered.
Austin laughed and helped me search the place.
It didn’t take us long. We found everything that we traded for Aria.
We called Benny. Benny made it to the mansion in fifteen minutes with bombs ready to go.
“Fuck yeah. Light this bitch up!” Austin shouted. “We make these mother fuckers go poof!” Austin danced past Benny and stopped beside me.
Austin and I high-fived. Benny laughed at us. Benny sat the bomb for three minutes. We already had the guns and money in my car. We all ran out of the mansion, cackling. We jumped into our vehicles. I watched in the rearview mirror as the mansion exploded. You should never fuck with a man’s wife whether or not he remembers.
Austin and Benny followed me back to the mansion and helped me get the guns and money put away.
“I’m going to go see Aria,” I said. “I’ll take the guns back to the warehouse tomorrow.”
“See you later,” Austin said and waved.
“Tell her I hope she feels better soon,” Benny said.
When I made it back to the hospital, I walked into Aria’s room. I hoped she was asleep because if she wasn’t, I had a feeling she would be madder than hell at me.
Aria was wide awake. She glared at me as I came around the corner. She had her arms crossed over her chest.
“Hi, bebita,” I said and smiled innocently.
“Don’t you hi bebita me! Where the fuck did you go? I was worried, sick!”
“Damn, calm down, okay?” I said.
That apparently wasn’t the right thing to say. Aria grabbed a metal tray beside her bed and whipped it at my head. I dodged it smoothly, and it hits the back of the wall.
I chuckled at her. She’s cute when she is mad, but there is no way in hell that I’m saying that aloud. “I’m sorry. I was angry because of what they did to you. I couldn’t just let them live,” I sneered.
“You killed them?” she murmured.
“What the fuck did you expect me to do, Aria?” I spat
“Why would you do that all on your own? Are you insane?” she scolded me.
“Yes, because you make me insane!” I yelled. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled it.
A small smile spread across her face. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” I huffed. Is our fight really over? Just like that?
“Now get me the fuck out of here,” she said. Her eyes pleaded with mine.
“Okay, I will, but let me have one of these nurses stitch me up first,” I said and chuckled.
Aria’s jaw dropped, and the air escaped her lungs. “What happened? Did you get shot?” Aria squealed. She attempted to climb out of bed, but I rushed over to her and pushed her back down gently.
“Stop it, bebita! I’m fine,” I said.
It took her a moment to calm down.
“Okay, go get stitched,” she said. I left the room and walked over to a nurse’s station. The woman gasped in horror when she saw all the blood on my shirt. She rushed to get me into a room.
After the doctor stitched me up, I told them to release Aria and me. They insisted she should stay longer, but I told them she didn’t want to and that I would keep a close eye on her. It was Aria’s choice; they couldn’t hold her. They brought the paperwork in for her to sign. She signed them and got dressed. The nurses were nice enough to dry her soaked clothes.
We got into the mansion, and Angel rushed into the foyer. Angel plowed straight into Aria and hugged her tightly. He turned and hugged me too, which surprised me, but I hugged him back.
“Thanks, Dad,” he said.
Aria kissed Angel on the cheek. “Get up to bed, Angel. It’s late,” Aria said sternly.
Angel turned around and started up the stairs. Aria and I followed him and went into our own room. I helped Aria out of her clothes and helped her into a different pair.
We climbed into bed, and she curled up on my chest. Neither of us spoke for a long time. I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what, and I didn’t want to upset her.
“It kind of sucks, you know? I was so excited to tell you. I just found out earlier that day. I didn’t know how to tell you yet. I was looking for the right time. Now look. . .” Aria trailed off. “I really wanted that baby, Ace.” She started to sob and buried her head into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her tightly. “It’s okay, bebita,” I murmured. I pressed my lips to her head. I wished there were more I could say or do for her. There wasn’t anything that could take away that kind of pain, though. Tears built in my eyes. I hated it as much as she did.
Her tears stained my shirt, but she eventually fell asleep. I couldn’t fall asleep. All I could think about is what we lost. I was just glad I didn’t lose both. I let that thought comfort me and slowly drifted off to sleep.