I AM THE KNIFE PT3

Evander.

I with the documents securely in my bag, tried to make my way back to the rendezvous point. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved through the darkened hallways, my senses on high alert. Then Suddenly, i found myself face-to-face with my own father.

“Going somewhere?” my father sneered, blocking my path.
I was obviously shocked, but I have crossed paths with him before even though its been a year, I know who he is and what he is doing here but i don’t have time for that.
“Out of my way,” I said, his voice steady but filled with tension, but before I could take another step he held me by the hand and then let out a laugh

My father laughed, a cold, bitter sound. “You’ve always been a disappointment, Evander. Running away, just like your mother.”

My jaw tightened, anger flaring in my eyes. “You abandoned us. You have no right to talk about her.”

My father’s expression hardened. “Your mother was weak, and so are you. Always hiding behind others, never strong enough to stand on your own.”
“u swear I hate you.” I let out as I stood there my hands folding and my heart pounding, I am not one for anger because I have been known to loose control.
My fists clenched at my sides. “I’m stronger than you think.” I said forcing my hand off his grip.

“Prove it,” my father challenged, stepping closer. “Show me you’re not the coward I always knew you were.”

The fight began with a flurry of punches. i held back at first, my movements hesitant. My father’s words cut deep, each one a painful reminder of my past. But as the blows landed, something inside me snapped.

“You think you can beat me?” my father taunted, landing a punch to my jaw. “You’re nothing.”

The words hit their mark, igniting a fury within me. I fought back with renewed intensity, his punches fueled by years of suppressed anger and pain. His father staggered, surprised by the sudden ferocity of his son's attack.

“You’re nothing but a disappointment,” my father spat, swinging at me again.

I dodged the blow, my anger boiling over. “I’m done listening to you,” i growled, landing a series of rapid punches that drove my father back. Each strike was fueled by years of neglect and abandonment, each blow a release of pent-up rage.

My father tried to retaliate, but i was relentless. I beat him down with a fury that left my father shocked and on the defensive. The intensity of the fight escalated, and my punches came faster and harder, driving my father to the floor.

“Enough!” The Mamba Brothers appeared, pulling me back. “You’ve made your point.”

I panted, my eyes blazing with anger. My father lay on the ground, battered and beaten, a look of shock and fear on his face, there was blood all over the place and my hand stained in it.

“You’re wrong about me,” I said, my voice low . “I’m stronger than you’ll ever know.”



As the Mamba Brothers helped me to my feet, my father lay seemingly defeated on the ground. But then, with a sudden movement, my father pulled out a hidden gun and fired.
The shot rang out, and everything seemed to slow down.

Time stopped. The air was thick with tension as the bullet struck Raul, one of the Mamba Brothers, in the chest. His eyes widened in shock, and he staggered back, clutching the wound.

“No!” I screamed, rushing to Raul’s side. The world around me blurred as the gravity of the situation set in.

Mamba held Raul, tears streaming down his face. “Stay with me, Raul. Stay with me!”

Raul’s breaths were shallow, and blood pooled around him. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice weak. “I did what I had to do. Protect someone right brother?” He said barely able to speak.

“Don’t talk like that,” Mamba choked out, his voice breaking. “You’re going to be fine.”
“Brother, this makes up for that time with mama right.” He said choking in his own blood and letting out a smile.
“Mama? She is gone, you can still survive, hang in there bro, please.” Mamba said as his hands shook in shock and pain, he was afraid, I could see it in his eyes.
“it’s okay, you gotta take care mamba, never forget, we….we were all green but you are the one who hides in the night, Mamba Negro.” He said as his hands began to fall.

Raul’s eyes fluttered closed, and he exhaled a final, shuddering breath. The reality of his death hit everyone like a punch to the gut. The loss was palpable, a heavy weight that settled over us.


My grief quickly turned to fury. I stood, my fists clenched, and turned back to my father. My vision tunneled, and all i could see was the man who had caused me so much pain.

“You’ll pay for this,” I said as I walked towards him slowly, my eyes dead focus on him.
“like I said before, you are nothing.” He said cracking his knuckles and his neck for a fight.

“That’s good, I see you are ready.” I said as I walked closer to him.
He was the first to attack and i held his hand.
“Try again.” I said, holding his hand.
“are you done.” I said but then from nowhere.
He lands a punch to my side.
“That was a nice one, now its my turn.” I said setting my fist.
“clench your teeth.” I let out already setting my hand.
His face focused ion me and then I let my hand move.

“WHAMM!!!!!” I had a hit down.

“Kccckkchhh.” HE coughed and inhaled, his face filled with shock, my punch was heavy.
i attacked with a ferocity that left my father reeling. i fought with a single-minded determination, each punch a release of years of hurt and anger.

my father tried to defend himself, but i was relentless. i beat him down, my fists connecting with bone and flesh, until my father was a bloody mess on the ground.

“Enough, Evander!” The Mamba had to physically pull me off, and even then, i struggled against him, my rage consuming him.

SABASTIAN

Back on the veranda, the chaos had died down. My father and I were still locked in combat, but my focus wavered when I heard the news of Raul’s death. The distraction was enough for my father to take advantage.

His walking stick, which I had dismissed as a mere prop, was actually a concealed weapon. He pressed a hidden button, and a single bullet shot out, hitting me in the arm. I dropped to my knees, pain radiating through my body.

My father stood over me, laughing. “You’re weak, Sebastian. Just like the rest of them.”

He walked closer, his face twisted with glee. “One of your crew is dead, and soon, you’ll join him.”

His words fueled my anger, and I forced myself to stand. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice steady despite the pain. “I’m not done yet.”

He swung his walking stick at me, but I caught it with one hand. With a surge of strength, I pulled him towards me and began to attack. My injured arm throbbed, but I fought through the pain, each punch landing with precision and force.

I beat him down, my anger giving me strength. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for my fury. His face was a bloody mess by the time I was done, and he could barely stand.

“….” There was only focus as the blood spilled, there was only pain in these fists and i was going to make him eat all of it, he had made me go through too much from my mother now this.

One of my own crew is dead.

“Sabastian.” I heard over the comms and that prompted me to stop.
It was raven.
“Its enough.” She said and then I decided to ley him go.


Despite his condition, he managed a smile. “You think you’ve won?” he sneered, pressing a button on his watch.

An alarm rang out, echoing through the mansion. “This will call all the gangs to my name,” he said, his voice weak but triumphant. “If I die, you go down with me.”

“Let them come,” I replied, my eyes filled with rage. “I’m ready for them.”

With a final, powerful punch, I delivered the finishing blow. My father crumpled to the ground, unconscious and defeated.