“But never bite the hand that feeds you unless you’re ready to die.”
I yanked the knife out of my back pocket and threw it, connecting with the middle of Dash’s throat. He dropped the gun and held onto his neck, panic dancingin his eyes. I maneuvered around my sectional couch and headed towards the stairs. The Hispanic guy was groaning in pain as he began to wake up from his little cat nap. I pulled my gun out and placed the barrel at his temple before gripping the trigger, sending him back to sleep. I continued up the stairs until I was standing in front of Dash. Thick blood oozed from his lips as he frantically moved his hand around the floor, looking for his gun. I picked it up for him and smiled.
“You know loyalty is on my list and the fact that you and fifty other men turned your backs on the Jaguars is crazy.” I leaned down close to his ear. “But you know what? I am going to hunt down and kill each and every one of you before I burn down the Cobras.”
Dash spit blood onto my chest as hatred filled his eyes. I shook my head and punched him. His head flew back, causing more blood to spill from his nose. His blazer slightly opened, displaying his phone. I snatched it from him and gripped the front of his hair, allowing the face id to unlock his phone. Going to the camera, I went into video mode and made sure the flashlight was on.
“Any last words? Oh, wait, you can’t really talk right now. Don’t worry, I’ll speak for you. I, Dash Lin, thought that I could complete the impossible mission of killing Seojun. Little did I know, I was meeting my maker today. Seojun knows all fifty men who betrayed him, and he is coming after us. One by one – until the streets are drenched in our blood.”
I took Dash’s gun and held it to his forehead before pulling the trigger. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body went limp. Dark blood splattered onto the camera lens and across the wood floors before I ended the video. I went to his contacts and clicked on the only name available, Ms. K and attached the video. As soon as the message was delivered, my eyes landed on the time.
“Oh, shit. I’m going to miss my flight.”
Throwing the phone at Dash’s head, I jogged up the stairs and straight to my bathroom. I needed to take a quick shower and then grab my bags before my car arrived in the next hour. Before I forgot, I snatched up my phone and sent a quick message to the cleaning crew who would have the bodies gone, blood cleaned up, and new flooring installed by the time I reached Philly. I thought I needed to wait a little longer to take action on my plans, but the fact that the Cobras were coming after me sparked my motion into action. It took a while, but with Ayzo’s help, I had the list of everyone who fucked me over. I didn’t know who ran the Cobras, but I was done with hiding and ready to go seeking.
Chapter 2
Luther 5 Months Ago
The familiar sting radiating off of my fists followed by the warm blood sliding across my knuckles almost warmed my heart. My hands hurt like a muthafucka, but I didn’t care. Pain was that friend who gave you back handed compliments while providing you the attention you desperately yearned for. I welcomed pain with open arms, especially when I got to be the one passing along it’s embracive love.
I watched in awe as T’s head snapped to the side before falling down, his chin hitting his chest. A part of me wanted to slice this nigga’s ears off and force feed it to him, but not tonight. Olivia had him already hooked up to an I.V. to help ease his pain. Once the medicine took effect and he got some sleep, then I’d continue knocking his ass the fuck out.
After Xavier found T hiding in New York, I decided to play cat and mouse with his ass. I couldn’t count how many times I was in tears from laughter, watching him trying to stay low and out of sight. He was lowkey oblivious to his surroundings because I had eyes on him at all times. Hell, I allowed him to roam the streets for a month; just enough freedom and time to make him believe that he was safe. Once I saw him snooping around Denice’s new business location, I had to admit that I was curious of what he was trying to do. I mean, was he trying to get into my good graces by finishing the job?
Well, the short answer to that was no. I had someone come back and tell me that his dumb ass was planning to start singing like a canary to save his own skin. He tried to get Nicholas’s mom to set up a meeting with him and her son so that he could tell Denice of my involvement in their kidnapping. Luckily, Nichola’s mom had gotten clean and didn’t want involvement with T, but when I tell you I was livid, I was ready to fly out to New York and snatch his ass up myself. At that point, it was time to get rid of his ass. I sent a few of my goons to snatch his goofy ass up and I’ve been torturing him since. For the past four months, I picked a designated week to beat the muthafucka to the last inch of his life, before he was nursed back to health. I’d leave him alone for the other three weeks and then started over.
“Damn, baby. What did Uncle T do, anyway, to get put on the torture list?” Olivia asked, checking on T’s vitals.
When she was satisfied with the results, she unlocked the wheelchair I had him bounded in and rolled him towards the piss stained cot in the corner. Wasn’t nothing wrong with his legs, but she just found it easier to move him around, especially when he was barely conscious. Shit, she was better than me because I would have left his ass in the damn chair.
Observing Olivia some more, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She has been in Vegas, holding it down for me at a few of my brothel houses and keeping these hoes in line when I couldn’t. Over the past three years while I was traveling in between Philly and Chicago checking on my other properties, Olivia kept my Vegas property in check while she was in school to become a nurse. Not only did she retain just enough information to keep niggas alive for me to torture, but she was recruiting for me, too. She wandered through the campuses and sent men and women my way to work in one of my houses. Once people started asking questions, she’d drop out and start over at another school. Talk about loyalty! With her help, it was that much easier to snatch the Jaguars out of Seojun’s hands.
“His slow ass didn’t complete the job I gave him and then tried to snitch.” I said, wiping my hands on the towel I had in my back pocket.
“Well, shit. Uncle T did raise you to take care of muthafuckas who couldn’t get the work done.” Olivia tsked, shaking her head at my uncle. “What job was it, anyway? You know I can get shit done for you, baby.”
I smirked. As much as I loved Olivia’s enthusiasm and willingness to please me, I wasn’t going to hand her this assignment. Not that I didn’t trust her, but I knew that she wasn’t going to be successful. If that were to happen, then it’d be her ass being hooked up to an I.V. after getting knocked the fuck out. I cared about her just enough that I personally couldn’t do that to her – I’d have to get Xavier to do it.
“He was supposed to ensure some bodies were dropped at the bottom of the river and to bring me what was mine. His stupid ass failed and now he has to die for it.”
“What’s yours?” Olivia asked, turning around to stare at me.
“Denice.”
“Denice?”
I simply nodded my head, causing Olivia to glare at me through slanted eyes before she folded her arms across her chest.
“Since when have you cared about the likes of Denice? I mean, when we were younger, you wanted to fuck because she wasn’t putting out, but you haven’t uttered her name in years.”
“Pipe that shit down, Olivia.” I snapped.
Her lips tightened as she continued to glare at me. Olivia was my ride or die, but she didn’t understand that was her only roll in my life. She would always be my bottom bitch – ready to take action and didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. Not to mention, she knew how to suck the demons out of my soul through her mouth game, but that’s it. She wasn’t wifey material.
Denice, on the other hand, was. I wanted someone sweet and innocent on my arm that I wouldn’t mind taking care of my future children. Olivia’s ass was too selfish to worry about anybody but me and herself. If I were to get her pregnant, she’d hire a nanny and pretend like the child didn’t exist. I wouldn’t put it past her to even be jealous of the little muthafucka, because I planned on spoiling my seed. I shook my head. Nah, she not worth that hassle, but Denice was. Besides, if I didn’t take Denice for myself, then I would be in trouble with my boss and silent partner.
“I thought this whole time you cared about me.”
