Chapter 74 No Disrespecting Here

There is a dead darkness that settles over my heart as I hear the echo of a voice come from the kitchen.
Can people not fucking knock?
Well, it does not seem like they can. Guess this asshole will have to be taught a lesson.
So I reach under my pillow and take my Ruger firmly gripped in my hand.
I take the clip out to make sure I am loaded.
I check the safety and make sure it is off.
I watch as a terrified Trinity, only but raise her eyebrow as for only but a few moments ago we were making love there.
I give her a brief kiss on her soft sweet lips, "I love you. Now, please, princess, stay in the back of this closer until I come to find you." Then I hand her another gun, her body dead freezes, "Please if someone comes through the door, you shoot them."
She only but nods her head as I watch the fear consume those brown eyes. "Colton, wait," she whispers as she calls me back. "I love you."
And with that, I close the door firmly behind me; my body slides against the wall as I slowly make my way to the bedroom door. The house is pitch dark; I can hear the stomping as someone is coming closer to the bedroom. There is no fucking way I am letting them in here.
So I take one deep breath, I step through the doorway, then there is a rumble of a voice that comes from behind me. I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and face what will be my end today. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. Will it be a gun to my head, or will it be a knife to the chest. Whichever way, I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I will feel if they have to take Trinity away. I can only guess that they are here for her, for fuck, my goddamn enemies will not have the balls to take me down in my own house like a fucking coward.
And with that, I take that steady turn, and I spin right around. The room is dark, and all I can make out is the silhouette of a man; he is shorter and somewhat less built than me. It is with great ease that I grab him around the waist and tackle him with force down to the floor. Though I might have underestimated his build, his power and skill are right there to match mine. It takes me, but only a few twists and turns and a rather large thud in the gut, and I have him under control.
But…
I am soon surprised as he flips me over and has me pointed firmly to the ground on my back. His hands are cold, yet firm as they pin my wrists with only but one hand to the floor, the rest…well…I do not give him a moment to find what he is seeking for...my gun.
Instead, I rip my hands from his grip and fling him around until he is firmly secure between the grip of my legs. He tries to struggle for his very own weapon, but I have his hands tight within my hold. He cannot move; he is trapped under the pure force my body brings down on him.
Then as I go to reach for my gun that is securely hidden in my pants, he launches his knee up to prevent me from making a further move. I immediately kick back into his shin, and he cries out in pain.
But…wait.
Something is wrong.
Making very sure that there is no room for him to make a single move, I search for his eyes. They are a deep dark chocolate brown that is glimmering under the moonlight rushing through the open windows above. I do even dare go as far and say that there is a smile behind the sparkle that they hold.
But this is not my first problem; there is a second. The second comes from the sense of smell. The scent that carries from his body is a scent that I have smelled before. Some might find it pleasing, some not; it all depends on which side you stand on. So with two very odd observations, I raise my voice only but a fraction as I speak.
"Who the fuck are you?"
And if I thought that I need to encourage an answer, I am, as with my first observation, very much surprised. From underneath short rapid breath, mainly because we are still furiously trying to decide who will gain the upper hand with the scuffle on the floor, there comes a voice, a voice of a man.
"Get off me, you fucking jerk."
"I fucking knew it. Did Vic send you?"
"You understand that it is only business, Colton?"
The fury that is building inside me is boiling to the top and is about to erupt. It seems that our dear Vic has sent one of his Hitman; he has sent someone to take me out.
He is fucking dead.
But ya, what do I do with this one?
"Are you here for Trinity?"
He only but remains quiet, so I press the Ruger into his side, his body freezes, and he stops squirming around.
"Answer me. Are you here for Trinity?"
"Yes. And you are expendable. He told me to tell you that you will never disrespect him."
"We will see about that."
How far am I willing to go? If there is something that I have learned in all these years, then it is never to cross Vic Stone. If you cross him, it better be in a good way. The one thing you just don t do is piss the biggest Mafia Boss in the business off.
But fuck. He came after me first.
Will this be my first test?
Well, he has made the first move, and as I see it, he is disrespecting me in my own fucking house. He sends this, well, I shall reserve my comments, but he sends someone to bust my door down and take my life. And this while he knows his daughter is with me.
My mind is made up.
I strengthen my grip as I hold my Ruger firmly.
If there was ever a time, then now is the right time to stop myself from what I am about to do. I can beat the shit out of this asshole and let him go home, but I know that tomorrow, he will be back again. Do I want to secure my future, Trinity s and mine? Do I want to create a life where I do not need to fear and constantly run and hide in corners?
So I only but look at this man, that is still securely pinned to the floor; I give him a once over, and then slowly I raise my gun.
"You will tell Vic that he won t disrespect me."
I hear him mumble, "Sorry, I did not hear you."
"I said that you go tell your boss never to disrespect me again."
I am met with the eyes of one horrified man. He is stared in the face by the barrel of a gun.
"You understand that this is only business."
"Yes, at least you have the balls to look me in the face."
I gently squeeze the trigger and can feel a slight jolt from the force of the power of the bullet that escapes the barrel of my gun.
He drops his gun, and it falls next to him on the floor.
I can hear the sound muffle as the bullet travels through the silencer.
He clasps his hands into fists and closes his eyes.
I can almost see the bullet travel through the air as it makes the short distance in mere milliseconds.
I can see his shirt stain red where I shoot him in the chest.
I pull the trigger one more time…and this is where I need to decide if I am going to become a stone-cold killer.
So I slowly slide off from where I have him pinned to the chest. He lies there in agony while I keep my gun on him. Then from behind me, I hear the soft whisper of a voice.
"Baby, don t kill him."
"Princess, I am not. But if he comes back here again, then I will."
With that, Trinity walks around to where he is lying; she picks his gun from the floor and points it firmly at his temple, now god, this is fucking hot; the woman looks so goddamn sexy.
Ya, I know; I am fucking sick in my head.
But the girl is standing there, then she raises her voice only but on pitch higher, "You go give my father that fucking message. And then you can tell him that he will not see me again."
As he rises to his feet, he only but fumbles as he tries to stand up; he is clinging to his chest, which I am sure is hurting like a bitch. He only but looks at me as he leaves through what used to be the backdoor.
I yell after him, "Do not fucking come back here."
"Oh, believe me, I will be back."
With that, I raise my gun, and Trinity watches in horror. It is in three…two… one.
Then I hear a loud bang.