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toy trucks on the floor.
    Fuck. I don't want to go back to this. But I have too. It was for him. If this didn't get taken care of Zaiden would be out a mother, and possibly his father. Where would that leave him. The exact same place it left me as a baby. He deserved better. I would do what I had to do to make sure he didn't end up in the system.
     I kneeled down next to him. "Mommy's got to leave for a bit. I love you Z." I placed a kiss to both cheeks and another on top of his head. He giggled as he flailed his arms throwing his trucks. I smiled. "Be good for Cheyenne." I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and let Cheyenne in.
    "Thanks for watching him."
    "This little guy is the best. How could I say no. Actually little guy," she kneeled down on the floor next to him, "you may just be my favorite male in this place. Well maybe you’re tied with your grandpa. He's pretty awesome too. Maybe that's where you get it from. Because I know it's not from your daddy," she laughed.  I slid my feet into my black boots and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.
    I made my way out back and dropped my blood stained gloves in the bonfire. I sat down on the picnic table and tied my boots as I watched the gloves turn to ash.
     
    "You ready?" It was Nix. I turned to him and nodded as I stood up and followed him inside. Nitro was sitting at the bar nursing a beer. Red, Payne, Venom, and Ghost were standing by the doors waiting to head out. "How we doin this?" I asked Nix as we made our way to everyone.
    "Same as always. Trix. You know how it's done."
    "I don't have any of my shit Nix."
    He stopped at the bar and one of the prospects handed him a black duffle bag. I knew that bag. It was mine. He turned around and tossed it to me. It hit me directly in my chest causing me to take a step back. The bag was heavier then I remembered. I followed them outside and got in the passenger front seat of the van. Everyone else piled in the back. Red got in the drivers side. I looked down at the bag now sitting on my lap as memories came flooding back. I unzipped it and looked inside. It was exactly as it was. I pulled my G17 out and checked the clip. Full. Pushing the clip back in I slid the slide back making sure there was one in the chamber and slid it in the pocket inside my jacket. Next I pulled out a six-inch knife and holster and strapped it to my thigh. Making sure it was tight so that it wouldn't fall off. I pulled out a new pair of leather gloves and slid them on. I pulled out a leather roll and unrolled it. My daggers and small collection of other knives. It brought a smile to my face as I remembered the way they felt in my hands before using them. Shit. I wasn't supposed to be getting off on this. I had changed. I wasn't this person anymore. I was a mom. That didn't matter though. It was a part of me no matter how much I wanted to deny it. I was a cold blooded killer and no matter how much I tried to forget it, it wasn't going away.
     
     
     
     

    Venom nudged me. “you may be right about her.” He nodded towards the front of the van. I looked up at Trix who had a smile on her face as she strapped a knife to her thigh.
    “It’s in her blood. She can’t not do it.” I grinned at Venom who just shook his head.
    I looked around the van. These were my boys. My team. Each and every one of us would die for one another. Except one. One of them I hadn’t worked with much. Payne. But he was one of us. A brother. If he didn’t do what we came here to do then I would put a bullet in the back of his head and enjoy the fucking shit out of it. Let’s see how he reacts to watching her make someone bleed. I’m not sure he has it in him to take her on once he sees her work. Knowing she could do the same to him. I hoped she would do the same to him. Shit maybe I would put a little bug in her ear about him having an ulterior motive with her. She wouldn’t hesitate to take him out if she had to.
    The van slowed to a stop.