I sat at the table, Kuza, and Andy across from me.

"You can't go after him until you're at least somewhat healed." Andy sighed, for the third time.

"Fuck you. I'm gonna kill him, whether I'm better or not. He deserves to fucking die."

"We're not arguing the fact that he deserves to die, because he absolutely does, we're simply saying that you are in no state to do so now." Kuza told me. 

"I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. You can barely fucking walk right now and you think you can just go out there and kill someone." Andy told me. "If you do it now, you'll end up right back where you were. And we won't be able to save you."

"He is going to die tonight, whether you help me or not." I growled. "He attacked me, stole my money and held me captive. He raped me, he drugged me, he stabbed me."

"I understand that he did those things and yes, he deserves to die for it. But you can't just kill him when you're injured." 

I glared at Andy.

"If Chris were here, he'd tell you the same thing. You need to wait." 

"Well he's fucking not! I don't care what either of you say, I don't care what Chris would have said if he was fucking here. Help me or don't. The choice is yours."

I stood up and left the room, falling against the wall once I was out of sight. It fucking hurts. I lifted up my shirt and glanced at the stitches. There was a small about of blood dripping down. I don't care though. Injured or not, I'm going to kill him. 

I grabbed Kuza's car keys from the table by the door and left the house. I found his car and got in. I looked through the glove box until I found the 9mm I knew was there. 

I pulled out the clip and checked it, pushing it back in a moment later. 

I started the car and backed out of the driveway. I sped down the road in the direction of Devin's apartment building. I stopped down the road from the building and got out of the car. I cocked the gun and walked down the road, avoiding any people that were nearby. 

I walked inside the builing, hiding the gun in my shirt as I entered the elevator. I pressed the button and waited for it to go up. 

This has to happen. Devin has to die. He deserves this. I need to do this. 

The elevator stopped. It dinged and the door opened. 

I raised the gun and stepped into the hall. I reached the door to the penthouse and threw it open. Devin was sitting in a chair, facing the TV.

"Ricky. Back so soon?"

I pointed the gun at him. 

"What do you think you're gonna do with that?"

"I'm gonna kill you, asshole."

"Do you really think you can?" He asked, standing up. 

He gave me a bored look and walked into the kitchen. 

I followed him, keeping the gun aimed at him. 

He leaned against the table. "Here's the thing, Ricky...I have some information that might interest you. But if you kill me, you'll never know what it is."

"What information would you have that affects me?"

"I can tell you where you can find the man who ruined your life, the one who first took your innocence and tainted that pretty little body." 

I froze. I lowered the gun. 

"How? What? W-Where?"

"Toss the gun and I'll tell you."

I glanced at him and then down to the gun. I let it fall from my hands. 

At the moment, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my leg. 

He had a gun in his hand.

I looked down, seeing a dark red blood stain spreading across my pants. 

I fell to the ground.

He walked over to me, squatting down in front of me. He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. 

"I'm not going to be the one that dies here tonight, sweetheart."

He moved his hand around to the back of my head. He tightened his hand in my hair and pressed the barrel of the gun to my stomach. I heard the silenced shot and felt it at the same time. Pain radiated through my stomach. 

"You're weak." He whispered, leaning into my ear. He held my head against his. "That's why you couldn't kill me. That's why you're the one who's going to die tonight."

He pressed the gun to the back of my head. I closed my eyes. Kuza and Andy were right. I couldn't do it. 

I heard another gun shot. 

I kept my eyes shut tight. 

His grip loosened on me and then fell away. I opened my eyes. 

He was laying on the floor, his hand over his chest. I saw blood seeping through his fingers. 

I looked behind me. Kuza stood there. He quickly came over to me, but I shoved him away. I grabbed the gun from his hand and moved over to Devin. I pressed the gun to his temple.

"T-tell me where he is." I choked. 

He shook his head.

I cocked the gun. "Where is he?"

"Fuck you."

I shot him in the stomach, flinching slightly at the sound. "Tell me."

He was silent for a moment. "Miami."

I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. 

I watched in a mix between awe and shock, as his blood pooled around his head on the floor. 

It was done. 

I fell back against Kuza.

"Do you know what this means?" He asked. 

I shook my head. 

"You kill the king, you become the king." 

I glanced up at him. "W-what?"

"That's how this shit works. If you kill the guy running it, you become the guy running it."

I stared at Devin's body.

I don't want to do that. I just wanted my life to go back to how it was before all of this. I don't think I can do that. I didn't know that that would be the outcome of killing him. If I knew that, I wouldnt have done it.

"We gotta get you to the house. You'll die."

After a moment, I nodded. "Yeah...okay."

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