LENA’S VENGEANCE

SMOKE’S POV

Miguel had crossed a line that couldn’t be forgiven. He had put Lena through hell, made her question her safety, and left her with blood on her hands. I had promised her that I’d protect her, but this wasn’t just about protecting her anymore. This was about justice—or maybe revenge.

I couldn’t let him get away with what he’d done, not after the pain he’d caused. And Renzo? He was just as guilty, teaming up with Miguel and putting Lena in harm’s way. It was time to end this.

The crew gathered at the weed store late at night. Everyone was on edge, knowing the stakes were high. I laid out the plan on the table, my voice calm but firm.

“We’re going after Miguel and Renzo,” I said, looking each of them in the eye. “They’ve been playing games with us for too long, and it’s time to finish this. We’re going to capture them, and Lena will decide their fate.”

Charles nodded. “What’s the move, boss?”

I pointed to a map of the city. “Miguel’s been hiding out at a warehouse near the docks. Renzo’s been spotted there too. We hit them hard, but we don’t kill them—not yet. They’re Lena’s to deal with.”

There were no objections. My crew knew what Miguel had done to Lena and how personal this was. They were ready to see this through, just like me.

We spent the next two days preparing. I didn’t want any surprises. We studied the layout of the warehouse, mapped out every possible exit, and planned for every contingency. Charles and Jimmy worked on acquiring the weapons and tools we’d need, while I made sure Lena was ready.

She was stronger than I’d ever seen her. The fear in her eyes had been replaced by determination. She wanted Miguel and Renzo dead, and I wasn’t going to stop her.

The night of the raid came quickly. The air was tense as we approached the warehouse in three black SUVs. I could see the determination in my crew’s faces, the same fire that burned in me.

“Everyone knows their roles,” I said as we parked a block away. “We go in quiet, we take them alive, and we get out fast. No mistakes.”

Charles and Jimmy nodded, their weapons ready. Lena sat beside me, a gun in her lap. Her hands didn’t tremble, and her eyes were locked on the warehouse.

The first part of the plan went smoothly. We took out the guards at the entrance without a sound, their bodies slumping to the ground as we moved inside. The warehouse was dimly lit, the air heavy with the smell of oil and dust.

We split into two teams, each moving through the building with precision. My team found Renzo first. He was in a makeshift office, talking to someone on the phone. He didn’t even see us coming.

“Drop it!” I barked, my gun aimed at his head.

He froze, his hands going up slowly. “Smoke… we can talk about this—”

“Shut up,” I snapped. “You’ve done enough talking.”

Charles restrained him, tying his hands behind his back as we moved on.

Miguel was harder to find. He must have heard the commotion because he was trying to slip out the back. Jimmy spotted him first, tackling him to the ground before he could escape. Miguel fought back, landing a few punches, but he was no match for my crew.

We dragged him to the center of the warehouse, where Lena was waiting. Renzo and Miguel knelt side by side, their hands bound and their faces bloodied.

Lena stepped forward, her eyes locked on Miguel. “You,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re the reason I killed an innocent man. You kidnapped me, you ruined my life, and you think you can just walk away?”

Miguel smirked, blood dripping from his lip. “You think you scare me, sweetheart?”

Lena didn’t hesitate. She struck him across the face with the butt of her gun, her strength surprising everyone. “You don’t get to talk,” she said coldly.

I stepped back, letting her take control. This was her moment, her revenge.

Renzo tried to plead his case. “Lena, I’m your brother—”

“Stepbrother,” she corrected, her tone ice-cold. “And you’re just as guilty as he is.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Renzo begged. “We’re family.”

“Family doesn’t betray each other,” Lena said, raising her gun.

I watched as she made her decision. Her hands didn’t shake, her resolve unbreakable. She pulled the trigger, the shot echoing through the warehouse. Renzo slumped forward, dead.

Miguel’s smirk was gone now. He looked up at Lena, his fear evident. “You’re not a killer,” he said, trying to sound confident.

Lena stared at him for a long moment. Then she raised her gun again. “Maybe I wasn’t before,” she said. “But you made me one.”

The second shot rang out, and Miguel fell to the ground, lifeless.

The warehouse was silent as Lena lowered her gun. She turned to me, her eyes filled with tears, but there was no regret in them.

“It’s over,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I stepped forward, pulling her into my arms. “Yeah,” I said softly. “It’s over.”

We cleaned up the scene, making sure there was no evidence left behind. When it was done, we drove back to the city in silence. Lena sat beside me, her hand in mine.

She’d been through hell, but

she’d come out stronger. And I knew, no matter what came next, we’d face it together.