After driving around for over twenty minutes, we pulled into a gated warehouse district. Will took a key card from his wallet that granted us access inside. The sun was beginning to set, and darkness would soon take over the sky. I wonder if Will was driving out here to end me, he now knows that Kim is pregnant. I couldn't wait to give her more than a few choice words. She was more of a threat than Will at this point.

I took in my surroundings as we got out of the car. The windows plastered on the gray building in front of us were covered with paper. Cameras were decorated all along the walls, some moving with us as we approached the entrance.

Before Will could open the door, it flew open.

"Will!"

It was a slim caramel colored man with a look of surprise and fright on his face. Will gave him no reaction, he brushed passed him with me following close behind.

"Where is he?" Will asked the guy, scanning the numerous boxes that were covering the floor.

The place was dark inside. Small dashes of light tried its best to make its way through the paper that had been against the windows for so long that it began to crack.

"I....I told you I'd handle it Will."

As if that were an insult, Will whipped out his pistol, pulling the silencer out of his back pocket. Images quickly passed through my brain as I tried to remember if I saw him place it there during our day together. This guy always had a trick up his sleeve.

Without uttering a word, Will shot the guy in the foot. His yelp made me want to come to his aide. But I knew better. I wanted to run straight for the door. There was no way I could outrun a bullet. So, I watched as the blood oozed out of his left foot, ruining his white sneakers. My stomach began to churn, there was no way I could throw up right here. Not now.

"Fuck!" The guy screamed as he bounced on one leg.

"If you make another sound, I'll kill you right where you stand," Will threatened with his finger still on the trigger.

The man bit his lip as he sat down on the floor, gently pulling his shoe off and wrapping his T-shirt around his foot to control the bleeding.

The sound of someone mumbling caught our attention. If it wasn't for him attempting to speak, I wouldn't have known he was there. In the far corner of the warehouse, there was a man bound by rope to his hands and feet. He sat with his back against the wall, looking as if his face had taken a brutal beating.

Will swiftly walked in his direction. I stood still. Not knowing if I should follow or not. For all I knew, I could be next.

"Bring your ass over here Chris!" Will snapped at me.

Surprised that he used my name, I caught up with him. He took the blind folds off the guy's face. I had never seen him before. Once he laid eyes on Will, the talking ceased. His bloody tank top and ripped jeans told me he had been through a lot already.

"Any last words?" Will asked, his gun pointed right at the guy's head.

Without warning, the guy hauled a wad of spit in Will's direction, missing him by only a few centimeters. Not fazed by his actions, Will stepped back, holding the gun out for me to take.

"You're not even worth me killing you. I'm going to let my brother Chris do the job."

Brother? Me? Shit. Shit. Shit.

"We don't have all day Chris. Grow some balls. This dude is in the sixty-six gang and robbed one of my stash houses. I need him dead and I need it done quickly," he said as he turned around to eye his soldier that was still bleeding out from this foot wound, "you see what happens when things take too long and I have to do things myself."

I glanced back at the poor guy who was now lying on his back, doing his best to stay quiet. The last thing I wanted was to go home injured and for Vanessa to stitch me up. I'd have to explain this whole thing to her. But how could I kill another man again?

I took the gun in my hand, trying not to make eye contact with the soulless man who was burning a hole into my face with his glare.

I took a deep breath, with my finger on the trigger. I counted down in my head..3...2...1. I aimed at his chest, closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger.