Chapter26

#Chapter26

SHONDRA

Twelve years ago

/"Get up Shondra, and don't make me tell you twice./" Axel stood and moved closer to me. His knuckles were raw and bloody.His jaw, clenched. Duke lay prostrate on the ground, groaning. His face was a mashed up mess. Michael sat up slowly, holding his side. Afraid though I was, I smirked when I noted his afro was lumpy and missing a few patches. The Latino guy that was with them had already run and was now just a speck in the distance.

My uncle roughly grabbed my arm, hauling me all the way to my feet.

/"Hey, wait a minute—/" Axel growled.

Uncle Nassau pulled up his shirt, keeping a tight grip on me. A gun, its metal grip gleaming in the sunlight, rested sinisterly in the waistband of his pants.

/"Is there going to be a problem?/" Nassau challenged.

Axel looked unsure of what to do. His eyes darted between the gun, my uncle, and me. To keep him safe, I solved the puzzle for him.