Tris POV

I got an interestin' phone call while I was at the crib, Allison and me had just finished fuckin when the phone rang.
I answered it to discover that Nina had literally went and played in traffic and that I have been summoned because this broad had me on her emergency contacts.
Get this, I was listed as her husband.
Ole chick was feeling me to the point I'm notified in the event anything happened to her.
I don't even know how I feel bout that, because firstly I wasn't never gonna wife her up, and secondly because I hated the fact she'd even mentioned me, and i'on like that I'm on documentation anywhere!
I prefer to keep my name and bizness from the public eye and she knew it.
Why she have to go and put my name on anything, damn , she gotta go! I was planning on murking her soon too, but now that's out, I would be the number one suspect in her demise.
I don't want her no more no ways, I'm as mean and ornery as I can possibly be to her, beat her the fuck up whenever I get ready, let her see me banging out Alison's back, live off of her, don't contribute to the bills or nothing, yet she won't street me or dime on me.
She ain't ugly and could honestly pull someone better, course he'd be an L7, or in other words a square.
But na, I turned her out to being crazy over me!

I have to go see bout her, to at least make it appear like I gave a rats ass, and to keep heat offa me.
I groan as I hang up, and tell Allison I'll be back later.
I don't tell her where I'm going, it ain't none of her muthafuckin affair no way.
All I say is I'll be back, to have my dinner ready and waiting , prepare to get fucked down, or fucked up if she steps foot from this crib.
She smirks at me, raises an eyebrow and says maybe she'd like a spanking.
Filthy, my new ho is filthy ...good because that's just how I like em.

I rush to my caddy, that my cousin let me have. He just gave it to me, because this was the getaway car used when Nina thought she killed the oldhead, and Eaze ain't really want no parts of an attempted murder rap.
I can't be placed at that scene because I was in the can at the time and that suits me too.

Anyways, I made myself get up to Temple, got her patient information and went to her room.
She looked a mess and some part of me got mad she got hurt this badly
She was infernally bleeding I think they call it, swelling on her brain and had a broken leg. She in a coma, and there might not be any brain activity once the swelling goes down. How is that any different from her braindead ass usual self, I don't know, but they it is what it is!
She could be in a vegetable state when and even if she wakes up, an I started to feel kindsa bad for her until I read the police report conveniently left on her bedside table and note by the ad that she was with him.
That buff muhfucka she always running after, man fuck this bitch, that's just what the fuck she gets!
Had a cat like me feeling shitty how I treated her, but now I don't care if she die or not, if she turns into a vegetable, I hope she turn into a kumquat!
If she makes a recovery imma beat her the fuck up for the gotdamn audacity she showed, playing in my face like that.

Sam's POV

I was sitting in the conference room of Road, all of our squad assembled, but I'm a million miles away and something I can't quite put a name to is nagging at the back of my mind.

I hear everyone talking amongst themselves, their voices blending together and feel the weight of Dre's stare damn near going right thru me.
He looks as uneasy as I feel, and before I have a chance to comment, my cell chirps, the voice of my boy Rob coming thru telling me he's got eyes on my girl, that he just watched her enter the home at 12850 Medford Rd.
She's at Tristan's!

Wait, hold the fuck up, that can't be right, I just got report from Chris, who's guarding my girls, that HE had eyes on Nik, not 5 minutes before!

I chirp back to Rob, my calm tones belying my rising anger and terror, "What she doing? Is she alone?"

He chirps me that shes in there with just Alley Cat, Tristan had left some time before in an extreme hurry.
Before I can comment on that statement, Rob tells me that his brother Jeff had already tailed him to Temple Hospital, and would keep us appraised of the dickheads movements.
They good peoples, Rob and Jeff, hell, his whole family is theryl as shit.
We considered them fam for as long as I can remember, Nik was particularly close with they sisters Neecee, LiLi and their baby brother Joe.
Their whole households loves Nik, and she loves them right back, the bond they have is one forged in steel.

Whenever they were around her, I had little to no cause to be concerned, as any one of them would be a problem for anyone even thinking of disrespecting her!

"Do that, keep me posted, and thanks bruh" I chirped one final time.
Putting up a finger to Dre, who had a wide eyed look of disbelief on his countenance, and making a screwface of my own, I chirp Chris and ask do he have eyes on Nik and he affirms he's looking at her.

I sigh and run my hand across my head, my temper barely contained. I pass my device to Dre, and tell him he can deal with his woman.
I see the moment he puts it all together in his mind, arriving at the same conclusion as I had.

Nik and Tiff pulled off a coup, they G'd us!

Well, we can deal with the repercussions later, number one priority is getting us there as fast as we possibly can, without drawing five ohs notice.

I hope nothing happens before we can get to her, I'm already in motion, Dre's right behind me, looking like murder is on his mind.
I hear him say to Tiff, in the coldest intonation I had ever heard him use on her, that she better pray we got ahead of the situation before Nik was touched, or that she better find a good place to HIDE!

I stifle the urge to laugh, although his words are hard and tough, and he means it in this instant, he would never hurt his girl.

He hands me back my phone utter displeasure radiating from him, and I speed dial Nik.

She answers on the first ring and I say with heat and censure in my timbre, " YO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU OVER THERE FOR NIKOLE!!"

I can hear her sharp intake of breath, can even imagine the wince on her face, when she answers in a small voice, "I already know how pissed you are that I'm here, and I know that I'm in serious shit right now with you!
Baby, please listen!
It has to be ME, can't you see that?! I did this to us, I brought this monster into All our lives!" She sounds distraught.
I hear ice suddenly come into her pitch as she says, "I can't talk right now, Tris is HERE!
Almost as an afterthought she adds, One love, my Day 1!"

With that, the connection is severed, and for the first time in what seems a lifetime to me, I feel actual dread fill my being.

I shoot Dre a look, and without another word, he mashes the gas pedal to the floor, shooting us forward so fast that we both slam back into our seats.

We have to get to her before this scumbag tries to do what he's always done whenever he gets anywhere near her, and that's cause harm, and seriously hurt her.

He's now living the final hour or so of his life, because once we get there, this misbegotten, misogynistic, musty, lil dick having, creatures time is UP!

TRIS POV

I CAIN'T BELIEVE WHAT IM SEEING, and I rub my eyes hard after picking myself up after getting up from the floor where I was sprawled.
The house was different, nothing as I had left it a few hours ago.

I HEAR the voice of my diabolical one ask me if Ive missed her, and I do slowly nod my head, while I see her screw a silencer to the 9 Millie she has pointed at me.

I step one small, measured step in her direction, and she pulls the trigger on her strap! A bullet whizzes past my left ear, entirely too close for my liking and responds with a good deal of aggression, a smirk on her grill, "We even then, cause I MISSED YOU TOO!"

AH SHIT, this bitch got jokes huh, okay well, let's see who gets to get the last laugh. I leap over the coffee table and she fires on me again, two shots that would've sounded like POP!! POP!! without the silencer, instead sound more like "pfffttt, pfffttt"

One shot flies to my right, smashing into the lamp sending shattered glass into my eyebrow , the room into pitch blackness, drawing first blood! The other bullet hits me in my shoulder, and stops me in my tracks!

I forgot what it feels like to be hit, to feel this kindsa pain! It's like being branded with white hot fire. I landed in front of her and without thinking, reach out and try to choke the life from her.

She backs away, firing again, hitting me right in the gut. I'm beyond enraged and I catch her around her pretty little neck on my second attempt.

She fires two more times and one goes wide hitting something behind me, the other grazing my cheek.

ENOUGH OF THIS! I roar in pain and we wrestle for control, and she manages to shoot me again in the thigh.

My adrenaline will not let me just stop coming for her, and I knock the gun from her hand and it clatters down onto the floor somewhere I can't see.

I backhand her hard, but to my surprise her eyes glitter with a rage I ain't know she had, she jumps up onto the stool next to her, standing almost to my height, and then punches me three times: once in my eye, again in my mouth and once in the side of my head

The blows hurt more than they should coming from someone as little as she is.
I look down at her right hand and see she's got a pair of brass knuckles on!

I really shouldn't have looked tho, cause she uses that split second to whack the living shit out of my other temple, with what has to be a double D battery in a sweat sock. WHAM!

She wasn't even breathing hard, barely even bruised and I am bleeding, bruised, and shot!

I hit her again in her eye, grab her by the neck and squeeze as hard as I can screaming at her to "bitch fucking die already!"

She can't breathe and still don't even look like Im killing her!
Slowly she brings her arm in between our bodies and then upwards, somehow breaks my chokehold and jumps into my chest catching me unawares.
Even though she ain't heavy at all, my injuries have left me without my normal strength and we fall backwards on the floor with the her on top of me.

Out of nowhere she now has a knife and she puts it between my ribs, giving it a quick twist, and then just as quickly she removes it and stabs me again right in my chest this time and takes out her wickedly curved and deadly blade.

I hit her in her head and shove her off me, roll to my side and then scramble to my feet.

The front door slams open and I can see that it's her goon, and that cat whose brother, his brother's girl and they unborn kid that I killed standing there.

I charge at him and we start exchanging blows. I got about an inch on him, but he has more weight and muscle than me and I'm already bone weary.

We keep at at till a bullet whizzes right in between us and finds a home in the wall right by our heads, and gets stuck in the wall.

I look at it, and then searing pain as my neck gets snapped viciously.

I can't believe it, but I know that was the kill shot.

I'm dead, and the next thing I feel, is hells fire burning me.

Sam's POV

We race to that house and pound up the steps, I open the door with enough force to nearly rip the door off the hinges!

Tristan whips his head around and seeing me lunges at me.
I'm more than ready and we fistfight knocking over furniture and then a bullet goes between us and lodges into the wall.
He looks at it and as he's distracted, I seize the moment and take his head between my hands and snap his fucking neck like a twig.

I watch the realization that I've just ended his life dawn on him as I let go and he falls to the floor.

It's over.

A click sounds and I see in the sudden brightness, Nik is standing by a lamp, gun equipped with a silencer still smoking in her hand!

I take stock of her bruises, see the fingerprints around her neck, then belatedly wished I had prolonged her ex terrorists life, dragged him to the trunk, took him to Road and then tortured him till he died.

Too late now.

I look down at him and hawk spit on him and then notice that he's been beaten up, shot, cut and stabbed.

Damn my girl a savage.

I look at her and without a word, nod my head towards the door. She walks past me without even trying to touch me, because she knows I am beyond reach at the moment.
I watch her climb into the car see the flare of a lighter, as she lights a cigarette and inhales then blows out a stream of smoke.
She had quit when she was carrying my kids, didn't pick back up after giving birth.

Normally I'd say something to her, but I don't now because I think she earned it, and also because I'm furious with her, and there's work to be finished.

I look at Dre, and he already knows what needs doing...as I leave the scene I hear him calling the clean up crew.

I text him to take the trash to be disposed of at Road, and to make sure he calls me before he starts the fire and incinerator up.

I walk to the car and drive us home.

Soon as we enter, she heads to the bathroom and I go to the kitchen and grab a trash bag,
I go join her, bag her bloodied clothing, wait for her to wash and dress.

We go get back in the car, go to Road where the entire crew has amassed.

We walk up to where Tristan Wrights dismembered body is stuffed into a oil drum that's filled with gasoline.

I light a wood match and hand it to her.
She flicks it with accuracy directly into Tristan's final resting place, jumps back and watches with unabashed glee as she sends her personal demon to hell.

I add the bag with her soiled clothing, watch the evidence linking her to this murder disappear.

There's another drum next to that one a few feet away. I look into it and I'm shocked to see that Allison been disposed of too.

I look around and wait for someone to take credit for the body and notice the entire crew is looking at my girl.

This her body, and I ain't surprised, because it had to be done.
No loose ends.

I turn to her and finally break my silence saying, " I hope you happy now" She goes to say something to me, and I look at her with venom in my gaze and say, "I QUIT YOU!"

TO BE CONTINUED.... EPILOGUE TO FOLLOW