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Chapter 12

Isaiah's POV

After all the drama that happened a few hours ago, I didn't think things could get any worse. Until Spike sent me a mindlink, informing me that we were going to be late and behind schedule. "Shi*, shit, fu*k, shi*." Kayla was already downstairs, waiting for me at the door. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of my parents. I hoped everything was okay with them. When Dad said what he did to Mom, it shocked me, and I know my mouth dropped open. I would never say that to Ava. I asked Kayla if she wanted to go, and she hurried downstairs wearing black clothes and boots, looking sexy as hell. I smiled at her; she was glowing from having my pup inside her.

"Alright, guys, let's get going. We need to be careful; we don't know if there are neighbors nearby. So, let's head out." Grabbing my mate's hand, we walked to the SUV. Spike, Hawk, and Kayla got into the car, and we sped off, heading thirty minutes to where this son of a b*tch was only thirty minutes away from us, hiding right under our noses. When we left the territory, I saw many wolves watching. They were the guards of the pack, trained by my father to kill rogues on the spot. We passed by shops that we own, even the human shops. Finally, we arrived. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree. No one was outside, but we observed people moving around the windows every few minutes. It seemed like there were only three guys, but you never know; there might be more inside.

"Alright, guys, listen up. Kayla, watch the door from inside. I need you flanking me, meaning watching our backs. Spike, Grandpa, you take down the other guys. There's no telling how many are in there, so we all need to be careful." We headed towards the house, which looked pretty nice. For once, someone picked a house that didn't look rundown. The porch didn't have broken steps or boards caving in. It had a fresh coat of brown paint on the railings, and the house was painted brown with black trimmings. I liked it; I was impressed. We stood there for a couple of seconds, then I said, "Well, it was nice while it lasted." I didn't bother knocking; I kicked the door down and walked inside.

So, Vinny, you've been hiding right underneath my nose, man. And what I hear is that you even owe my dad money.” The look on their faces said it all; they didn’t think we would find them so fast, even right underneath our noses.

“Isiah, man, it's nice to see you.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. Stop the small talk. Where's my money? Where’s my father's money?” Smirking, he looked over at his guys. I knew what he was doing; this time it's not going to work out the way he planned.

“Vinny, don’t think about it. I'll rip your head right off your shoulders and theirs as well. Get my money NOW!” He was still smirking when a female came downstairs.

“Oh, sweetheart, I got your money right here.” The woman had short black hair, and she was wearing shorts that, if they went up any further, her ass would be sucking them inside her. The top she was wearing was next to nothing. She pulled out a gun and started shooting. We jumped out of the way of the bullets, but one hit my leg. Damn, that hurt. It felt like it melted into my leg; it went right through my leg. Thank the goddess, I started healing. Kayla jumped behind the couch, pulled out her gun, and shot the woman in both her kneecaps. She screamed, falling down the stairs. It looked crazy because she was trying to catch the railing to keep from falling, but she couldn’t. It looked like a damn funny cartoon. Vinny ran over to her when she finally hit the ground.

“I told you to give this asshole his money. Now look at me; my kneecaps are gone, you fu*king asshole.”

“Angie, shut the fu*k up,” he suddenly pulled a gun, shooting in our direction. He didn't know how to shoot because the bullets hit everything else but us, but we did move out of the way just in case. I was done with this shit. Walking over to him, I grabbed him by the throat, picking him up off the floor. Angie, the woman that my daughter shot, was hitting my legs.

"Put him down, you son of a b*tch. Put him down." This was just too crazy. I kicked her in the head to make her leave my legs alone. I don’t have time for b*tchy women like this.

"Vinny, where the f*ck is my money? I want it now." I tossed him to the side, crashing into a wooden coffee table. He rolled out of the way before my foot landed on his chest. He was trying to grab a piece of broken table to stab me with it. I hurried to stomp on his arms before he had a chance. His screams were like a woman's screams. "I said, where is my father's and my money, motherfu*ker?" He was trying to catch his breath when I stomped on his leg. He screamed again, begging for me to stop.

"Then tell me where it is."

"Fine, fine, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Just stop hurting me, damn it. It's in the kitchen wall. Go see for yourself." Looking at Spike and my grandfather, they walked toward the kitchen. They were hitting the walls with anything they could get their hands on. I heard a lot of crashing and banging, and a lot of boards and other things breaking. Then it got really quiet. Twenty minutes later, they walked out of the kitchen with over fifteen bags. Looking down at Vinny, I could only shake my head. So you decided to take my father's and my money and not give it back. Then you decided to hide it. I didn't see one of the guys come flying down the stairs with a gun in his hand. He started shooting at everybody. What the heck. Kayla looked up from behind the couch, aimed her gun, and shot him right in the heart. He stopped, looked at his chest, then at my daughter. He said, "Ow," and then fell dead on the floor. I really didn't know how my daughter became a good shooter, but she has not missed a target yet. She stood from behind the couch, walked over to me and her mother. Vinny grabbed a sharp piece of a table, aiming for my mate. I grabbed my gun and shot him in the head. We all looked at each other, then at him, shaking my head. I thought out loud, "One day, just one day, we might not have to burn these darn houses down." We poured gasoline all over the house and the dead bodies, setting it on fire. We left the house to head home. When we got home, I told Ava to go shower and relax. I knew she was tired. Once I knew she was out of earshot.

"Guys, how the heck am I going to tell my mate that I don't want her to come with me anymore? She is carrying my pup. I don't want anything to happen to her or the baby."

"Well, buddy, I don't know what to tell you. I just met my second chance mate. I'm new to this kind of stuff. I say take it easy with her. Let it be her decision," Spike said. He was right. I needed to go talk to her and see what she says. I damn sure don’t want to end up like my parents.

"Alright, guys, get home to your mates. I'll see you tomorrow." They left, then I went upstairs. When I got into the bedroom, Ava was already asleep. I guess tonight really wore her out. I'll just have to talk to her in the morning.