Chapter Ten

Cris had known that if she caused a scene that Johnny would show up. Just because Lance said he didn't know where he was didn't mean it was true. The Trans were known for the sneaky shit they pulled.

The moment she had heard him say her name had been the moment she knew her plan was successful. She hadn't informed Jagger, however, not knowing how he would react. She didn't want to put him in the middle of this, yet somehow she had a feeling it would be impossible not to.

She kept her cool, watching Johnny's every move, knowing that if she made the wrong one, it could very well be her last.

Johnny circled her, a smug grin on his face. God it had been a long time since he'd seen Crisalyn Garcia. This, however, wasn't the same Cris he'd known in the past. This one was more cold, more calculating. This Cris knew what to expect from him. This Cris wasn't naïve like the other one, like when he had first met her. This Cris was smarter.
Jagger stood frozen where he was. Johnny Tran was once again in the same vicinity as him. The last time this had happened was when Lisette had been killed by Johnny.

Now, here he was, about to lose the only connection to his sister he had left. He couldn't---correction, he wouldn't---let that happen.

When he saw Johnny circling Cris, he immediately tensed. This wasn't happening to him, not again.

It wasn't until Johnny laid a hand on her that he pulled his own 9mm.

"Tran, get the fuck away from her," he growled.

He watched as Johnny turned to look at him. Breathing deeply, he waited.

"Tran, get the fuck away from her," a familiar voice had growled at him.

He slowly turned around, an evil smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Lisette Martin's baby brother, coming to the rescue. Now, what would you be doing here, with the beautiful Crisalyn Garcia? Hmm, let's see," he paused as he turned to look at Cris.

She shook her head at him, telling him that whatever he was about to do was not recommended.

He approached her and stood inches from her face.

"She's beautiful, isn't she? She has a certain, um, fire in her eyes, if you will, doesn't she? It's one of her best qualities, if you ask me. It's part of what made me fall in love with her," he sneered, grabbing her chin hard and kissing her roughly on the lips.

He watched, unable to move, as Tran grabbed Cris and kissed her. He knew he had to bite his tongue to protect her, although he knew she could protect herself.

He watched as the hand holding the Colt dropped as she swung the other, catching Johnny square in the jaw. Within seconds he had bounced back and was now holding his own Magnum 9mm to Cris's chin.

"Bad move, bella, bad move," Johnny taunted.

"Get your fuckin hands off her, you piece of shit," he couldn't contain his anger.

"Rocky, don't," she intervened.

"Who's this, Garcia? Your new conquest? How would he like a little show?" Johnny was enjoying taunting Cris WAY too much.

"Tran, if you lay a fucking FINGER on her, so help me God, I will kill you with my bare hands," Bastian jumped in.

"Oh, and who's this?" Johnny let her go long enough to push her back into one of his cronies, who immediately grabbed her by the arms.

Rocky watched as Johnny began to make his way towards Bastian. Knowing Bastian could take care of himself was one thing. He was more concerned about what Cris was gonna do if Tran tried to pull some shit on Bastian.

He breathed in deeply as he kept a steady eye on Tran and an even steadier hand on his weapon. He could defend himself, no problem, he just wanted this culo to leave Cris alone.

"That your girl, amigo? She's beautiful, ain't she? Good in bed, too," he snickered.

Bastian was about ready to choke the shit out of this prick.

"She's my fuckin cousin, you ass!" he snapped, throwing himself at Johnny.

"Ah, ah, ah," Tran shook his head and pointed to Cris, whose arm was now twisted behind her back with pain written all over her face.

Bastian looked at Cris, who shook her head through the tears forming in her eyes. He also noted the semi-automatic that was pressed into her side.

"Let her fuckin' go, pendejo," he seethed.

"Tsk, tsk, Morgan. Have you learned nothing from Cris over the years," Johnny said smugly.

"You asshole. You fucking KNEW she was my cousin, you bastard."

Rocky had now jumped in to keep him from going after Johnny.

"Bastian, man, cool it. He won't hesitate to hurt Cris and you know this, bro. You wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to her, you and I both know it," Rocky tried to reason.

"Listen to the man, Morgan. He's smart," Johnny taunted.

He watched as Tran walked over to Lance and tapped him on the back.

"Let's roll," he stated calmly.

One by one, until only Johnny and the man holding Cris were left, the others left the house.

Johnny looked around, smugly. He had done what he came here to do. Little Miss Garcia had needed to be taught a lesson. Somehow, looking at her face, he thought she got it.

He nodded to the guy holding her now and he left. Being that he was only steps away from her, she didn't move.

He stood behind her, then dropped his head. He kissed her earlobe, then nibbled on it before biting it. He felt her tense, yet she didn't cry out. He felt a warm sense of triumph over her, much like he had in the past.

"Try to fuck with me again, bella, and I'll make your life a living hell," he whispered so only she could hear him before digging what nails he had into her lower neck. Again, she tensed, but no sound escaped her luscious lips.

With that, he walked out of the house, leaving the door wide open. He knew some day soon he would be back. He knew Crisalyn Garcia well enough to know that she would make sure of it.