Miguel
“Let her go.”
Jericho Brown is the last one left standing, trembling like a leaf in the middle of what remains of his crew.
“Son of a b***h,” he says in a rough, broken voice. “You killed my brother!”
For a second, I swear I see sadness in his eyes. Dre would have loved to see that.
“You’re the only one left now, Jericho,” I say in a voice as soft as velvet. “Think about what I’ll do to you if you don’t let her go.”
He hears the threat behind my words, even though I speak as if I were whispering to a lover.
“I need the girl,” I add. “Alive.”
Jericho backs away slowly, still hiding behind Vanessa’s battered body, and pushes her into a room lit only by moonlight. I follow, gun raised, ready to paint the walls with his brains if he moves the wrong way.
“I’ll kill her! Do you h
