The Bad Things

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Chapter 13. Unarmed

“Just let go of her,” I said as I approached Harold with caution. “It’s not her that you want. It’s me. So, take me. I’m unarmed.”

Harold smirked at me.

Alana gritted her teeth when he pulled her head back by her hair. Harold had a knife to her throat. Alana’s eyes didn’t give away any type of fear.

“Just do it, you stupid piece of shit. You’re surrounded by Kings. You’re never getting out of here alive,” Alana spat.

“Shut up, Alana,” I snapped. My eyes locked with Harold again. “Let go of my sister. This is between us. Fight me like a real man.”

Harold sneered at the challenge in my voice, but he kept his hold on Alana.

“Come on, old man,” I said and smirked. I recalled how much Harold hated being called that. He beat the hell out of me at the age of ten for calling him old man. “Are you scared? You do look a little bent out of shape. I, on the other hand, am in great shape. I’m going to kill you.”

Harold laughed. “Making threats at me, boy, really?”

“It’s a promise,” I vowed as I stepped closer. “See, I’ve been waiting. . .” I trailed off. “A very long time for this moment, and I won’t let it go to waste.”

Whatever Harold saw in my eyes made him swallow hard. Harold lowered the knife and released Alana. Alana sprinted across the room.

My eyes flickered to Irena, who had a gun pointed at one of the men that worked in the foyer. “I should have known,” I said and shrugged. “You rarely kept in touch. It made no sense for you not to come to me, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt.” I turned back to Harold with pursed lips. “Does Iris know that you were bedding her sister or what?”

“She wasn’t half the woman that I am,” Irena sneered. “Harold and I fell in love a long time ago. He killed her and the kids and pinned it on you so we could be happy, but that stupid bitch woke up from her coma. Never did I think she would either. I had to go back to playing her loving and caring sister.”

“So, you let her stay with you to turn around and kill her,” I spat.

“Harold did it, but I planned it,” Irena said.

“You two are fucked in the head.” My eyes locked with Harold’s eyes. “Keep that knife. You’re going to need it.”

Two of the Aryan brothers grabbed ahold of me. One on each side of my arm. Irena threw her head back and laughed. I shoved one of them off of me at the same time that Harold came at me with the knife.

Harold jabbed the knife toward my stomach, but I lurched back. My hand caught Harold’s wrist. Harold held the blade, and I forced his hand toward the other guy that held onto me—it happened so fast that the man had no time to react. The knife entered the man’s eye socket. The man screamed in pain, and Harold’s eyes widened.

The perfect opportunity presented itself for me to take the knife from Harold, but I didn’t. I didn’t need the knife to kill Harold. Harold screamed in rage as he stared at the tip of the knife with blood on it.

A smirk played on my lips, and my eyebrows wiggled. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fight?”

Harold charged me, and at the last second, I spun out of his way. My hands gripped the back of his shirt, and I threw him over the pool table. Harold rolled over the top of the table and hit the floor, which knocked down the pool sticks, and it gave me a good idea.

“Andrew!” Abigail’s voice echoed in my ears.

I spun around and realized that everyone in the room was fighting off an Aryan brother. Abigail held Stormy to her chest tightly as she backed away from one of the Aryan brothers. The man had a crazy look in his eye.

Harold started to get up, but I kicked him in the head. I jumped onto the pool table and hopped over to the other pool table. The dining table nearest to the pool table had to be about eight to ten feet away. All of the tables were close enough that I managed to run and jump from one to the next. My feet hit the floor, and I stood between Abigail and the man coming at her.

The man stopped, and his expression dropped. He turned to run, but he didn’t make it far. I jumped onto his back, grabbed his head, and snapped his neck.

“Angel!” Mia screamed.

Angel had two men that were fighting against him and one man that was about to attack him from behind. I gazed around the room, and my eyes stopped on a steak knife on the table. There wasn’t much time before the man reached Angel, and if Angel turned around, the other two men would get the best of him. I took the knife from the table and aimed it at the man that meant to take out Angel from behind. The knife left my hand and spiraled through the air. Just as fast as it had left my hand, it struck the man’s back around where his heart would be.

Another man joined the fight against Angel, and even though Angel was fending them off, I wasn’t sure that Angel would win, so I ran over to Angel to help.

Angel and I grabbed one guy each and snapped their necks. The other guy came up behind me, and I flipped him over my shoulder.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, man.”

My eyes flickered across the area where Mia stood, and she seemed unharmed. Just past Mia, I saw that Ademar was hiding behind a table with fear in his eyes.

When I spun around, my eyes locked with Irena. She had a gun to my head. She smirked at me. “Harold wanted to be the one to kill you, but since he clearly can’t handle you.” She placed her finger on the trigger.

I laughed.

Irena stopped and looked at me, confused. Her finger fell from the trigger, and it gave me the chance to push the gun away and punch her in the stomach. I took the gun from her hand, aimed it at her head, and pulled the trigger. There wasn’t any need for me to have the gun because I intended to kill Harold with my bare hands. I tossed the gun to Angel.

Across the room not far from where I left him, Harold stood his ground with my mother and father closing in on him. Harold backed away slowly and moved the knife between the two, unsure who would attack him first.

We were winning the fight. Strange, considering we were the ones that didn’t have guns.

I stopped between Harold and my parents. My parents came out of their crouch and stared at me. They knew it was something that I had to handle.

“It’s not them you have to worry about,” I said to Harold.

Harold jabbed the knife at me. I spun away from it, grabbed his wrist, and bent it back until it snapped, and Harold screamed in pain. Harold fought hard. Harold tried to hit me, but he couldn’t. I was faster and stronger than him now, and I was angry as hell. My fist collided with Harold’s ribs, face, stomach, and chest. I backed him up near the pool sticks. By the time I reached them—two men had come up behind me and tried to attack me. I grabbed one of the pool sticks, snapped it in half, and whacked each one over the head with the broken pool stick.

Harold charged at me as I was distracted. I spun around and drove one of the broken sticks into his chest as I twirled the other in my hand and whacked another guy over the head that came at me. I drove the stick further into Harold, and he stumbled backward. Harold coughed and spluttered. Blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes widened.

“H-Hayden,” he choked.

“It’s Andrew,” I spat. I gave the stick one final push.

Harold collapsed onto the floor with the pool stick in his chest. I hovered over him and stared at him for a long moment before I went to help my family fend off the remaining men.


There wasn’t a star in the sky. Storm clouds rolled in from the west. Lightning flashed, but the bolts of lightning couldn’t be seen, the storm still too far away. Thunder rumbled in the distance. I stood at one of the massive study windows and sipped the bourbon in my glass.

We fought a hell of a battle. We won, but not totally unscathed from it. Alana’s husband had been killed, trying to protect her. Jesse had been hurt but wasn’t killed. Dad and Mom were struck but didn’t require hospitalization. They just simply said they were getting too old for the crap, and it took a bigger toll than it used to. I saved Dad and Andrea from being killed as well—even though they are about as dangerous as me. According to Dad, I’m probably one of the most dangerous men in the world and the most dangerous Latin King so far.

It had been just twenty-four hours since the fight. Dad insisted that what happened to Alana’s husband and the rest of them wasn’t my fault, but it felt like my fault. They were there because of me. Dad and Mom insisted that Harold came because he wanted revenge on them as well for killing Nicolas which is Harold’s father.

Last night Stormy slept with Abigail and me. Stormy was shaken from the incident, and I couldn’t fathom making her sleep in her room alone.

Angel insisted on a meeting, but he hadn’t come into the study yet—he said he had to round up the others. I wasn’t exactly sure who would all attend the meeting, but I assumed the main Kings would. Part of me worried that maybe Angel wanted to fire me because of the incident, but Angel didn’t seem upset with me last night. Angel told me he had done a lot of thinking and wanted to have a meeting to keep people informed.

A hand rested on my shoulder, and it made me jump. I looked over my shoulder.

Dad smiled at me. “You know, boy, I’m a little surprise you didn’t hear me.”

I chuckled. “I’m getting better at using my hearing for people approaching like you told me to, but I guess I zoned out.”

“Understandable,” Dad said. “Last night didn’t quite go the way any of us thought it would, did it?”

“Not quite. How are you and Mom feeling?”

Dad chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about your mother or me. We’ve lived through a lot worse.”

“What do you think Angel called a meeting for?”

“It could be anything.” Dad shrugged his shoulders and turned away from me. From the look on his face, I had a feeling he knew but didn’t say because it wasn’t his place. Dad crossed the massive study and sat down on the couch across from the large desk.

Angel came into the study, followed by most of the family. My siblings, Mom, Carlos, and anyone who was considered to be a member or part of the council—even Benny’s youngest son, who took after his father and was around my age. Benny still did a lot of the jobs, but his son Darren had been trained to take his place.

Angel gestured for everyone to take a position in front of him so he could speak to all of us. Mom sat beside Dad. Andrea sat beside Mom, and I sat beside Dad. Ademar sat on a chair near me.

Angel cleared his throat before he started. “As you all know, I called this meeting. This meeting is on behalf of the future of the Latin Kings. The chair has been passed down from father to son for years. I’m at the age where I would like to retire. Ademar will be eighteen soon, and the original idea was to give him the chair.”

My eyes flickered to Ademar. Ademar looked confused. Clearly, he didn’t know any more than I did.

“Was?” Andrea asked.

Angel sighed. “Ademar,” Angel looked at Ademar with a saddened expression. “You’ve turned out to be a good kid. Your mother and I are proud of you for many different reasons. However, this job isn’t for you. You don’t take an interest in it and—”

Ademar cut off Angel, “But, Dad, I’ve been training. I don’t know—”

Angel cut off Ademar, “I’m not finished. You have trained, but after the way, you reacted to what happened at the restaurant. . .” Angel trailed off. “Ademar, you’re just not ready for this kind of commitment or responsibility. You rarely ever help with the Latin King stuff. If me and your mom went on a vacation for three days, you wouldn’t be able to handle things here. When I was your age, and my parents went away, I managed everything single-handedly.”

Ademar sighed and nodded. “Yeah, Dad, you’re right.” Ademar slumped back into his chair. Regardless of his words, disappointment clouded his eyes.

“So, wait. Who are you giving it to?” Darren asked, confused.

“Well, the person has to know how to do anything and everything that has to do with the Latin Kings—the paperwork, guns, trades, relations, and other businesses. The person has to be brave, physically and mentally strong. The person needs to have leadership skills and be extremely intelligent. The Kings have snuck under cops’ radar for years because of having sophisticated, intelligent, and strong leaders. The person has to be able to make a snap decision, and it has to be the right decision. There isn’t any room for mistakes,” Angel explained.

“Have you already picked someone?” Austin asked.

“Yes, I have,” Angel said. He leaned back in his chair, and his eyes flickered to mine.

No way—I thought to myself. I swallowed hard.

“I would like it if you took the chair, Andrew.”

“W-what? Me? Why?” My voice filled with disbelief and shock. I shook my head back and forth in an attempt to make sense of what he said.

“Because you have exactly what it takes. You think fast in a chaotic situation. You can’t accept failing at things. You’re smart, strong, and you have good leadership skills. You learned how to run everything in the short time you have been here with us. It suits you the best. A person doesn’t choose the chair. The chair chooses the person. You either have it, or you don’t, and you have it.”

“That’s not fair, Angel. We can work harder with Ademar. I think you should give it a chance—” I argued.

“No,” Ademar interrupted me. “No. My dad is right. I don’t have it. You saved my ass, and you saved my dad’s ass last night. He is right about me not being suited for it. I never wanted to let him down or let the family down, but I don’t think I can handle it.” Ademar stood up and looked at Angel. “May I be excused?” Ademar’s expression was blank, but I saw a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Yes,” Angel said. Angel looked back at me. “You don’t have to decide yet, but I hope you’ll get back to me on it soon.”

“Okay,” I said softly.

Everyone left after Angel dismissed them. The only ones that stayed behind were Dad, Mom, Andrea, and me.

“What about Andrea?” I asked.

Angel crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t want it, do you?”

“No, I mean, I’m not sure, but I think it would be fair to give it to someone that has been raised around it. Andrea grew up with this, and she is strong and smart too,” I explained. “It’s not fair to offer it to me first.”

Angel looked at Andrea.

Andrea sighed. “Actually, Andy, I don’t want it. I don’t even know nearly as much about it as you already do. I’ve always wanted to be the right hand and one of the assassins. I’ve never wanted that chair. It comes with a lot of stress and responsibility. You have to be very patient. I don’t have that quality.”

Angel looked back at me. “You’re the guy, trust me.”

I gazed down at the floor and nodded. “So, what? I take the chair, and Andrea will be my second as Jesse is yours?”

“That’s a good idea,” Mom said.

Dad nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

“It’s like I said, the chair chooses you. There are just certain people that are meant for it, and certain people aren’t. And when you’re ready to step down, you can hand it down to one of your kids or another family member. We do prefer you keep it in the family, though.”

“Okay, when do I start?” I asked.

Angel smiled. Mom and Dad patted me on the shoulder, and Andrea clapped with excitement in her eyes.


Abigail stared at me in disbelief. “Um, I’m sorry. They want you to take Angel’s job?” Abigail tilted her head as if to get a better look at me. She sat on the bed sideways and leaned to one side. Her right arm supporting most of her weight.


Abigail swallowed hard. “And all of this comes with it?”

“For about the next twenty years, give or take.”

“Why only twenty years?” Abigail asked.

“When doing this job, it is best to do it while you’re young, fit, and healthy,” I said. “While you can still fight people off.”

“Hm, right. The king of all Latin Kings,” Abigail said. Abigail laid down and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the canopy above the bed. “Wow.”

I crawled onto the bed beside her. “So, what do you think?”

“I mean, it isn’t like much is going to change. We already live in this mansion. You already do the same stuff that Angel does. Besides, you already agreed to take it, right?”

“Come on, bebé. You have to give me some credit. If you don’t want me to take the job, tell me.”

Abigail gazed up at me and smiled. “You would turn it down for me?”

“If I had to choose between you and the job, I would choose you every time.”

“You wouldn’t just be choosing between me and a job. You’d be choosing between your family and me, and I can’t do that to you. If it is what makes you happy, then I want you to take the job,” Abigail said. She raised her hand and brushed my cheek with the back of her fingers.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “You don’t seem to like the idea.”

“Like I said, what is going to change? You are already just as involved in it as Angel is. You’ve been doing jobs for him. I wouldn’t leave over it. I love you, and nothing will change that. At least the situation with Harold is over. It’s kind of a relief not to have to look over my shoulder anymore.”

“To be honest, bebé, as long as I take this job, there will always be something dangerous. Dad and Mom think you should learn to fight if I take the job.”

Abigail pursed her lips. “Are you going to teach me?”

“I’m going to teach you before I even take the chair. Dad said it depends on the person, but he thinks you could learn a lot in just a few weeks. Mom and Dad are going to help me. They’ve trained other people. I’ve never trained anyone. Most of the things I’m capable of is something that I learned on my own. I took some karate classes, but most of it was self-practiced,” I said. I laid down beside her and observed her expression.

She didn’t seem bothered by the fact. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow.” Part of me was surprised that Abigail took it so well. Abigail had accepted our new life so easily and entirely.

We turned the lights down and crawled beneath the covers. Both of us were exhausted but apparently not too exhausted. Abigail leaned into me to kiss me goodnight, but I wasn’t accepting a simple peck on the lips. When it came to Abigail, less became more. No matter how tired she was, she never pushed me away. I found it strange because most men complained that women made excuses not to have sex—that was the furthest thing from the truth with Abigail and me. She always seemed as into it as me.

A soft moan escaped her and got lost in my mouth. Our tongues moved in slow laps. Abigail bumped her hip against mine and flipped us. She straddled me, broke the kiss, and sat up straight. Her pink see-through top disappeared. She reached back and unclasped her bra with one hand.

I smirked. “You do bad things to me, bebé. How am I supposed to cuff you if you’re on top, though?”

Abigail pulled out the handcuffs and dangled them in front of me. “Maybe it is your turn to wear them.”

“Hm,” I hummed. Her words made my heart beat unsteadily. I loved when she took charge, and I loved how bossy she got with me, but I wasn’t going to tell her that, and if I did, it would come out in Spanish, which she couldn’t understand. “I suppose you can be in charge this time.”

She gave me a devious smile as she cuffed me to the bed. She removed my shorts and her bottoms. What I didn’t expect was for her to turn around. Her backside faced me as she lowered herself onto my throbbing cock.

I went to move my hand, aching to squeeze her ass, but something caught my hand. My eyes flickered up to the cuffs in irritation. Damn it. I spoke out the frustration about the cuffs and not being able to squeeze her ass, but I said it in Spanish.

Unexpectedly, Abigail giggled and told me that now I knew how she felt about the cuffs, except that it didn’t come out in English. For a long moment, I stared at her dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe she spoke in Spanish.

When the fuck did she learn that? I like it. “Damn, bebé. You talk sexy as fuck in Spanish,” I said.

Abigail giggled and quickened her pace. Her ass bounced against me, and I couldn’t help but stare at it.

“Mm, fuck. Maybe these cuffs ain’t so bad,” I groaned.

As usual, naughty and ridiculous comments left my mouth in Spanish. Only this time, Abigail understood them. They were about the same things I always said—some dirty and some not. Sometimes I told her that I liked the way she rode me. When I said it, she moaned.

Some of the things that I said were dirtier than that and took her by surprise. Some of the things I said didn’t seem to surprise her. But she seemed to like everything that I said.

One of the things that I said was that I wanted to make a baby. When I said it, she turned around to face me and lowered her lips to mine. This had been one of the things that I refused to admit to her aloud until now.

Abigail lowered her lips to my ear and said, “Soon.” Abigail unlocked the cuffs.

I stared at her confused but didn’t speak. I watched her curiously.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. “I like it better when you’re touching me,” she murmured. Her wild hair fell over her face.

I sat up and pushed the hair from her face. My lips locked with hers, and a deep throaty groan escaped me.

She rocked her hips while I used one hand to massage her breast and the other to massage her clit. The cuffs weren’t bad, but I definitely liked being able to touch her more than not.

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