Grabbing the machete off the wall, you could hear a rat piss in this bitch. Once again, I was making an example out of niggas because if I ever let one slide, another would want to do the same. This wasn’t no playground.
Standing in front of his boy beside him, he looked at me with so much defeat in his eyes. I didn’t understand why he even tried this bullshit. He had to have dipped his nose in my product to think he could pull this off and get away with it.
“Do your worse, Royce,” he said waving me off.
“I plan to.” In one swift motion, his partner’s head was detached from his body and falling into his lap. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn’t dare let them fall. “You still ain’t answer me, Walt. Where you send my shit?”
He remained silent and watched me dismantle his entire crew of their limbs every time I repeated the question, and he gave me nothing. The screams fed my ego, I couldn’t lie. The smile I held couldn’t be contained. Three down and one to go. The man of the hour was sitting in a pool of his boy’s blood. I was slightly happy in the mist of the madness.
“I’m gon’ ask yo’ bitch ass one last time. Where the fuck did you send my shit, Walt?”
“You ain’t getting that back, Royce. I won’t be here to see that nigga put you down, but I’m glad somebody doing it.”
“Whoever the fuck that nigga is gon’ get his ashes scattered across yo’ grave when I’m done. You forgetting what the fuck happened to Judas’s bitch ass, but I’m here to remind you.”
Striker and Mercedees grabbed a rope and threw it over the bars that sat in the ceiling. They made a lynch in the middle of the room. As I wiped off the blood that dripped from my hands, I watched my folk move Walt to the chair. He put up a fight and I was lowkey glad he did. It showed he wasn’t all pussy like I assumed. However, Cedees dropped his ass with the butt of her gun.
“You still ain’t gon’ talk?” I asked standing in front of him.
“You ain’t untouchable like you think you is. That nigga gon’ be seeing you real soon.”
“I hope so,” I said kicking the chair from under him. He immediately went for the rope around his neck as he tried to avoid the inevitable.
“You satisfied?” Cedees questioned pulling out a blow pop from her back pocket.
I stood there waiting for even a smidge of satisfaction to surface but none ever did. My shit was gone and this stupid muthafucka just let me know I had an enemy in this world I was unaware of. Wasn’t shit about taking this nigga life satisfying.
I pulled both pistols from the holsters and emptied the clips into his body. His blood seeped from the many holes that pierced his body instantly creating a pool beneath him.
“Fuck no. Clean this shit up, Striker. Cedees, take me home.” There was nothing else to discuss.
I walked out the back room in a tailored suit stained with blood. My pistols were still in tow as I bypassed the many niggas waiting for an order. Striker would handle them and send them on their way in due time.
Stepping foot out the back door, I headed for Mercedees’s whip. However, I couldn’t help but notice a car parked a fewlanes down. I distinctly remember all cars being accounted for and that piece of shit wasn’t here when I got here. Slowly approaching it, they sped out the lot before I could even close the distance good. I was out my body at the moment, and it wasn’t shit to get the information I needed, so chasing them down would be pointless.
Two
Klarity
“Dammit! I don’t need this shit right now. I’m already late as it is.” I continued to turn the key in the ignition but my car starting was to no avail. This was just another thing added to the list of things to take care of that I had no money for. It didn’t help that I was out here handling shit on my own, either.
So much for loving a man who put himself before you and your kids. Cojak fed me a dream, I ate it up, gave him a son, lived a comfortable life, got pregnant again two years later, then he went to jail. A total of six months alone and unloved. He was the one who took care of home but now it was left for me to do. His selfishness shined through faster than I could process my new life.
Every cent he had went to his books but every dime of mine had to go to the bills. I had no problem switching roles. However, when his money dried up, he expected me to take the bill money and cover his books. As a waitress, I didn’t have it to keep him and home straight. He was asking too much of me at this point.
This pregnancy was only more stress added to the pile. I was only eight weeks when I found out I was pregnant for him, andhe’d only did one week of his three-year bid. He convinced me to keep our daughter, and I did foolishly. We already had a son who I had to care for on my own, I wasn’t really sure about our daughter. Now I was waddling with an eight month belly and a little girl who was about to make her entrance sooner than I was prepared for.
Rummaging through my purse for my phone, I knew I had to call my cousin Serenity. She was more like a sister than cousin. Growing up in different environments only made us closer. She lived a more stable upbringing while I fended for myself. Our mothers might’ve been at each other’s throats but me and her vowed to never let their beef interfere with our bond. To this day, it hadn’t.
Finally locating it, I removed it and called my lifeline immediately. I was so glad to have her as a support system. She never let my short comings effect how she fucked with me. When she answered after the first ring, I released a deep sigh.
“Hey cousin, I was literally just texting you. Where you at? I thought you would’ve beat me here.”
“My fuckin’ car won’t start, Seri,” I voiced bursting into tears seconds after.
“I’m on the way. Call your doctor and tell them what’s going on, so they won’t cancel the appointment.”
“Okay,” I sobbed. We hung up and I called the doctor’s office like she said. Because Seri was older than me, I sort of let her play the big sister role.
