Chapter Fourteen

Alex shot at the door of the first house on the block, riddling the door with bullet holes. Once the door was weak enough, Alex kicked the door in and begin firing the rifles again, not caring who was inside. Luckily, it was a group of Family gang members who were playing poker.

"Fuck you nigga!" one of the men yelled out, shooting a pistol at Alex. Alex felt a sharp pain in his arm but kept firing, watching as blood filled the wall behind the men and they all soon dropped to the ground. Alex pulled out the golden pistol and walked over to the man that yelled at him.

"Don't blame yourself. It wasn't you. It was Reg. He killed you." Alex told him, before shooting the man in the head. He stood up and grabbed his rifles, having a strip from each one going around his shoulders. Alex left that house and went to the next one where a man was looking out his door.

"Nigga the fuck you doin'?" the man asked. Alex immediately shot him with one of the assault rifles and the man dropped.

"What the fuck?!" other men screamed from inside of the house. Alex stepped over the dead body and walked into the next house where Family members had guns aimed at Alex.

"This can be quick if you let it be." Alex told them as he aimed the rifles at the men. They all looked at each other and then back at Alex and began to fire. Alex felt more sharp pains in his leg and shoulder. Alex then fired his guns and watched the same sight unfold like in the last house.

"Should have listened." Alex simply said to himself. He turned around and saw Catherine standing there staring at him with her mouth hung wide open.

"Alex?" she asked.

"Fuck off." Alex told her as he walked past her. Catherine grabbed his arm and Alex immediately pushed her off, sending her to the ground. Catherine just continued to stare at him and he stared back at her now. She quickly stood up and slapped him across the face and Alex didn't react.

"Fuck you! Can't you see I just want to help?!" Catherine yelled.

"If I wanted help, I'd ask for it." Alex said.

"You're becoming a crazy psychotic douchebag." Catherine told him. Alex's anger seemed to grow at hearing one certain word.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Alex asked as he dropped the Assault Rifles.

"Crazy? Is that the word that got you?" She asked. Alex pulled out his golden pistol and aimed it at her.

"Don't fucking call me crazy." Alex said. He kept the pistol aimed at Catherine who just snickered.

"You're no better then them." Catherine said walking right by him. "Fuck you Alex Polk."

"Good riddance." Alex said as he holstered the pistol. He turned around and came face to face with… Maxine? Again? He stared at her and she seemed to look right through him. The white dress she wore could have lighten up the whole block and Alex could finally feel the pain of the bullets.

"What do you want from me?" Alex asked her. "Why are you doing this to me?" Maxine didn't answer though. Alex blinked and Maxine immediately disappeared. He looked around and heard sirens and decided to sprint to his car, leaving just the two houses with dead bodies.

Mitchell and Sarah looked around the visiting room and sat down at one of the circular tables they had to offer. Mitchell continued to look around and scratched at his beard. Sarah watched as Carlos was escorted out from behind the bars to their table. She covered her mouth with her hands when she saw he had a black eye.

"What happened?" she asked as he sat down across from them.

"Prison brawl." Carlos said as he looked at the table. "I'm having no luck with our idea."

"What idea?" Mitchell asked a little too loudly. A few guards in the room looked over at him and he looked back at them and smiled innocently.

"He's a senile old man don't listen to him." Carlos told the guards.

"Old man?" Mitchell asked.

"You can't put together a team?" Sarah asked, changing the subject.

"There is no one trustworthy. And the ones who want to join are not friendly." Carlos told them.

"Who the fuck did you just call old?" Mitchell asked.

"Listen babe, it's not about who they are, it's about how they can help you. Once you are out you break off from them. We don't deal with them after that, they are on their own." Sarah said.

"It's Tank though." Carlos said.

"One of the guys we dealt with during the Madden incident?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah." Carlos said shaking his head.

"Um excuse me! Who the fuck is an old man?" Mitchell asked, fuming with anger.

"Work with him. He's a sly piece of shit and that's how you survive in prison. He'll be useful." Sarah said.

"If you say so." Carlos said as he stood up. "Te amo bebe."

"Please don't get beat up." Sarah said with a smile.

"Thrill of the fight, what can I say." Carlos said with a wink. He was then taken away and Mitchell stood up.

"Not an old man!" he yelled at him. He was stared at by the guards. "Try something." The guard immediately looked away and Mitchell smirked as he and Sarah left the prison.

Colton sat in his bed, his back leaning on the bedpost. He had a newspaper in his hands and glasses on. Things were still quite for him even after receiving the strange letter. But that was about to change, since the doorbell rang and Colton turned his head to look at the door. He heard someone shuffling around out there and he stood up slowly.

"Fucking kids." Colton said as he grabbed a baseball bat next to his bed and slowly walked towards the door. Once he opened no one was there but there were a few more letters lying on his doorstep. Colton walked out to the sidewalk and looked around, and yet again no one was in sight. He walked back to his house and grabbed the letters before slamming the door.

"What the fuck is it now?" Colton asked himself. He opened the first letter and stared at it. "DON'T LET HER DIE." was what the first letter said. Colton crumpled it up and tossed it into a wastebasket next to the table he was at. He opened the next one and this one was longer than the past two.

"YOU WERE KIDNAPPED AND BEATEN BY THE MAN YOU NOW WORK WITH DON'T BE A LACKEY ANY LONGER." Colton stared at this one longer than the last and raised an eyebrow.

"It's amusing how these people think I care what they have to say." Colton told himself and laughed. He threw that one out as well and picked up the last letter.

"LANCE DIDN'T DIE FOR THIS DID HE?" the final one read. Colton felt a shiver go down his spine and he felt a pain in his chest. He ripped this letter up and let the pieces of it lie there as he went back to his room and closed the door behind him.