Jacob kept his eyes on his mom and uncle briefly before taking a few steps back. Then he turned completely and headed for the door, walking briskly.
How could they do this to me? Jacob thought, running a finger over his lips before opening the front door and making his way to Enzo's place next door.
Dad would've taken them out, he kept thinking as he crossed the lawn to Enzo's garden, his eyes widening.
Dad would've taken them out, he kept thinking as he crossed the lawn to Enzo's garden, his eyes widening [https://img.wattpad.com/a4e4fcfac5db46c3ad94e5ee54e653468a515425/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f686e3444617666644662797178413d3d2d313530303034383833302e313830643635393137346231376131633238363434303135353733372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Jacob hit the doorbell, and Enzo opened up a few seconds later. Jacob's right hand was already decked out in a loose white Armani shirt and ripped jeans.
«Jacob,» Enzo started as he opened the door, his eyes narrowing.
Jacob looked at him for a moment but didn't say a word, he just gave him a nod. Enzo instantly caught on to the silence and stepped aside to let him in.
«You told them?» he asked after shutting the dark red door.
«Yeah,» his leader replied shortly, biting his lip as his eyes scanned Enzo's living room, which was a bit of a mess with chairs scattered everywhere. «They were shocked and looked guilty, but I'll never forgive them!» Jacob snapped, waving a finger as he turned toward Enzo, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
«You've got every right to feel hurt, man, but don't focus on that now,» Enzo replied, pressing his lips together. «We need to stay locked in on this revenge...» he added, tilting his head forward. «Tonight's the night.»
After Enzo's last words, a brief silence settled between them, broken only by the sound of Jacob cracking his neck, first with a sharp tilt from right to left. Then slowly, from left to right.
«You're right,» Jacob shot back as he smirked.
Enzo could tell Jacob was still too rattled, so he pushed off the wall, stepped forward, and pulled him into a hug. Jacob was caught off guard but hugged him back, squeezing tightly. After they pulled away, Enzo patted his arm and moved to grab his jacket.
«Oliver and the others?» Jacob asked as Enzo walked to the coat rack.
«They're already at the base,» his partner said, slipping on his jacket.
«Good. Let's roll. We can't waste a second,» Jacob urged as he watched Enzo adjust his beard and hair in the hallway mirror.
The two of them headed out of Enzo's house and made their way to his brand-new dark gray Lamborghini Temerario. It didn't take them long to hop in, settle into the leather seats, and peel out toward their base in Lionwest. They made it in about ten minutes. Potential tickets for running red lights and cutting people off? Not even on Enzo's radar.
Once they parked the Lamborghini, Enzo and Jacob got out of the supercar and walked up to their base, which was packed with guards posted outside. They stood there like soldiers guarding a military post, ready to start shooting at any moment. Some carried Kalashnikovs, others M4s, and a few even had machetes. Enzo and Jacob gave them a quick nod before opening one of the metal doors.
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The Cobras' base was a massive garage filled with shelves, plastic bags, and sealed containers. In the corners, tarps covered up pistols, rifles, and other combat gear. The area was monitored by security cameras and lookouts stationed at the entrance. Inside, the crew was already armed with MK47s and other types of rifles.
After greeting everyone, Jacob positioned himself in front of his men.
«Alright, fellas, tonight we're hittin' the Spyder's turf like a bunch of demons,» he started, pacing back and forth, locking eyes with each of his guys.
Along with the newbies, there were the clan's veterans: Jason, Brian, Mark, and Vin. Some stood with arms crossed, others had hands in their pockets, and a few were either loading up or polishing their weapons.
Oliver, Bruno, and Manu leaned against the wall, a bit apart from the main group.
«We're gonna wipe 'em out,» Jacob continued, pulling out his Colt Anaconda and staring at it before glancing at his friends, then the new recruits, and finally the vets. «The Spyders' time is up. For my dad!» he yelled, raising his gun in the air as a rallying cry.
«For Johnny!» they all shouted back.
Jacob and his crew jumped onto their scooters and into their cars, heading straight for one of the Spyders' drug spots in Tigereast where a crowd was already lined up outside an old building.
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Drugs were being handed out through a slot in the wall, with about five or six people working inside for the Spyders. More members of the crew blended into the crowd, making sure customers didn't start fights or get rowdy.
Everything was up for grabs there: crack, coke, weed, hallucinogens, meth—every kind of high you could want, as long as you had the cash to pay for it.
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As soon as Jacob's crew spotted the crowd, they stormed in shouting a battle cry.
«Oh my God, the Cobras!» screamed one of the Spyders, turning around in horror before getting shot dead by a bullet from Oliver, who was riding his Honda SH with Bruno egging him on from the backseat.
«DIE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!» Jacob roared, sitting behind Manu on the black Yamaha T-Max, blasting away with his Beretta M12 submachine gun at the spot where the Spyders were holed up. On his right.
He emptied the clip, causing mayhem. Bullets tore through walls, killing everyone inside.
Right next to Jacob and Manu, Enzo drove his supercar while firing his Astra 680 out the driver's window at fleeing customers, while Mark, Jason, and Vin did the same with their Kalashnikovs from the seats of Vin's white Toyota.
After watching his kid get taken out by the Cobras, a guy in his sixties whipped out a Beretta. He had short, thinning hair. He was short and slim, but he didn't want to die without putting up a fight.
«Sons of bitches,» he muttered, aiming straight for Manu's scooter. He fired, but his aim was trash, and the shot hit a dumpster instead.
Manu caught on and swerved hard to the left, nearly scraping his knee on the ground as he leaned into the turn. It looked like a move straight out of Valentino Rossi's playbook and he then gunned it straight at the guy, head-on.
«RUN HIM OVER, RUN HIM OVER!» Jacob yelled at Manu as they got closer.
Just as the man tried to fire another shot, Manu popped a wheelie on his Yamaha T-Max and slashed the guy's face with the front wheel. The dude went down flat on his back, and Jacob took the shot to finish him off after Manu made a sharp turn and came back to the scene.
«You really wrecked that asshole's face good!» Jacob said with a grin, turning his look back to Manu.
«Would've been better if he stayed home watching Days of Our Lives,» Manu shot back, before spotting another middle-aged guy, fat as hell, dragging himself across the ground with a shoulder wound.
Manu parked his scooter, stood up, and walked over to the guy, looking ready to put him down while Jacob remained sat, smirking.
«Where's Ivan?» Manu demanded, pointing the gun at him as the man rolled over onto his back, panting and desperate to escape. «WHERE?» he yelled again, crouching down, grabbing the man's black sweater, and shoving the gun into his mouth.
The balding man with pale skin shook his head, trying to dislodge the barrel. Manu pulled it back slightly, just enough for him to speak.
«See you in hell, Cobra!» the man spat defiantly, lifting his head in a bold act of defiance.
Manu grinned at the man's nerve and stood up, as he aimed the gun at his head with his left hand.
«You'll have to wait for a long time, pal,» he finally said, before pulling the trigger and finishing him off.
Meanwhile, Sasha and Ivan were also caught in the chaos but managed to avoid the Cobras' wild shots, ducking into an alley behind a dumpster to regroup.
«Ivan, we gotta get the hell outta here!» Sasha yelled over the deafening noise.
«Those cunts. They're killing everybody!» Ivan cursed, taking cover beneath a crumbling wall.
Sasha peeked out from behind the dumpster, scanning for a way out, and spotted a narrow alley to their left that looked clear.
«We can't stay stuck here,» she said, pointing toward the alley. «Let's move! NOW!» she shouted, grabbing Ivan's hand.
The two Spyders bolted down the narrow alley, escaping the square, which, once the dust and smoke settled, resembled a battlefield.
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After hopping off Manu's T-Max, Jacob walked through the rubble and bodies, surveying the carnage. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, and fury still burning in his eyes.
«We gotta find Ivan, Manu!» he yelled, turning to his companion, who was sitting back on his T-Max, enjoying the aftermath. «We gotta make him pay for every damn thing he's done!» Jacob went on, storming toward him.
«Don't worry, Jacob, we'll find him,» Manu replied, his Yamaha T-Max still running. «It's just a matter of time,» he added, scanning the area as Bruno and the others rode up on their Honda SHs.
«He ain't gettin' away with this!» Oliver said, pulling up next to Manu on his scooter.
Hearing the sirens, Jacob met his men's eyes before hopping back onto Manu's scooter.
«Back to base!» he ordered, just as Enzo's Lambo pulled up beside him.
The Cobras sped off, heading back to their Lionwest hideout but the ride back was bittersweet. Once at the base, the Cobras' leader paced back and forth, hands on his hips.
Where the hell that bastard could be? he thought, staring down at the gray floor, grinding his teeth.
He had won a battle, but not the war, and Jacob withdrew into himself for a while as his crew began chatting among themselves. Some sat, some stood, others leaned against tables or rocked back on chairs.
«How the hell are we supposed to track him down? Ivan could be anywhere now,» Bruno asked, arms crossed as he faced Jason, who was leaning on the table.
Jason then placed a hand over his mouth, thinking up a strategy.
«We need a mole...» the old-timer suggested, pressing his lips together.
Brian shook his head slightly at the idea.
«That's gonna take time; Ivan could already be outta town!» he countered, shifting his gaze from Bruno to Jacob.
«You think he's that much of a coward?» Jacob snapped, stepping toward the group.
«You know him, Jacob,» Enzo chimed in, lighting a cigarette and sitting down on a chair. «He's never been one for confrontation.»
The conversation didn't lead anywhere, and over the following months, their hunt proved fruitless. Ivan had already skipped town, and no one knew where he'd gone to ground.