Wrath of a Monster

by T J Edwards

  He lowered his head and appeared to be in deep thought. “And you say you’re going to kill Tristian? What if I said I wanted that right in order to cement this deal between the two of us?”

  He looked up at me and lowered his eyes into slits. If I could find a way to get in good with Bruno Gomez, get my footing into the underworld like never before, then I can orchestrate a plan to oust him and takeover everything that he’d built. Not only would I be filthy rich, but I’d be the most powerful Vega to ever walk the face of the earth. I’d make my father turn over in his grave again and again.

  “Like I said before, there is already a plan in place. If it botches, then he’s all yours. As long as I get to watch.” Ever since my father had given him my birthright, I’d hated Tristian’s guts with a passion.

  “There’s one more thing before we shake hands. Your brother, Tristian, and Debra, have opened two warehouses they use strictly to distribute the Vega’s heroin and cocaine. Both are in the meat-packaging district. These warehouses are cash cows and protected by Senator turned Mayor Jeffery Grant. If you and I are to come into partnership, I want in on those plants and some of the rights to Mayor Jeffery Grant.”

  “As long as I’m in the room and included in all deals that have anything to do with him or his leverage, then I am all in. As far as the warehouses go, you help me burn the top layer of the Vega’s fields and extinguish it, then we have a deal with those two things. What do you say?”

  He smiled. “Juanito Vega, you’re a shrewd and cruel businessman, but I think we’re going to make a lot of money together and conquer a lot of shit. I can’t say that I’m not worried about you because you are so relentless, but all that says is that I’m lying in the bed with the right type of monster.

  Now, lets go so I can get my kids back. Oh, and I’ll overlook what took place with Wisin’s woman. Lucky for you I didn’t like her, and the kid wasn’t a Gomez. I’ll act as if these things never existed. You’re welcome.” He held out his hand for me to shake. He was speaking about the incident that Tristian and I had done together. We’d snatched up Wisin’s woman and kid and I’d murdered them both while in search for ten million dollars of spoils. I didn’t give a fuck about their lives and had honestly forgot all about it.

  I shook his hand. “It’s in the best interest for both families that you have.” That night, Wisin and Chulo were returned to Bruno, so our deal was expected to go into place. Even with both Wisin and Chulo swearing their revenge.

  Chapter 14

  “My fucking gun jammed, Showbiz. I was bucking his bitch ass down and my gun jammed!” Miguel hollered, standing in front of me with his gun in his hand.

  Blackie stood off to the side. “I should have gotten out of the car and made sure he was dead, boss but your strict orders was for me to let him handle his business, so I did. Tristian just might be dead though. There was a lot of blood that splashed against the windshield.” He sat back on the couch and pulled a fat blunt from behind his ears, lighting it.

  I turned off my big-screened televison and stood up. “Nigga, sit yo’ soft ass down and let me think. Damn, I sent you to do one fucking thing and you can’t even do that. How fucking hard would it have been to run to the car and get Blackie’s pistol so you could finish him off? Huh?”

  He sat on the couch and shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking, Showbiz, honestly. Once my shit jammed, I just panicked and wanted to get out of there. Then I looked like somebody was peeking from out of his crib. My head was spinning, kid. I mean what would you have done in that position?”

  Smack!

  I open handed his ass as hard as I could. “Muthafucka! Those are a bunch of excuses. I am Showbiz Vega. I sent you a mission, a mission that was supposed to be completed and carried out, but you boffed it. If it would have been me, I would have stayed there until the job was done because that’s what killers do! So don’t give me that my gun jammed shit!”

  “Boss, I can go finish that nigga once we locate what hospital he at if he didn’t die. I ain’t got no problem handling that light work. I’m trying to get my footing in your crew anyway.”

  I smiled. “You sound like a fucking killer to me. That’s what a killer sound like. They don’t make all of these fucking excuses of why they didn’t lay a nigga’s ass down. They just handle bitness.” I mugged Miguel with pure hatred. “I should make you smoke this fuck nigga, Blackie. Word up.”

  Miguel jumped to his feet. “Wait a minute, Showbiz. I’m still your brother, Dunn. You can’t let some other nigga kill me just because I made a mistake. I’m still a human.”

  “Nigga, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I run this show. Say, Blackie? You wanna smoke this bitch nigga and show him how it’s done?” I asked, looking Miguel in the eyes. Blackie stood up and pulled his .44 Desert Eagle from his waist band and placed it against Miguel’s temple.

  “Blood, all you gotta do is say the word and it’s a wrap.” He cocked the hammer. Miguel swallowed and closed his eyes. His head was bent at an awkward angle. “Come on, Showbiz, man. I’m your brother, kid. You can’t do me like this. I look up to you,” he said, whimpering.

  I looked him up and down in disgust. “Tsk! You ain’t no fucking brother of mine. You’re more of a sister. Look at you, trembling like a straight bitch. Nigga, you scared to die? Huh?”

  Blackie bit into his bottom lip. “Say the word, boss. I’ll splatter his shit all over this living room.”

  “Don’t let him do it, Showbiz. Please, man. I’ll find Tristian and finish the job. I promise.”

  I shook my head once again, “Yo, Blackie stall his soft ass out. He don’t want them problems, son.” Blackie took the gun away from his temple and placed it on his waist. “Yo, I’ll still smoke Tristian. Ain’t no sense in you sending junior to do the job. He might fuck it up again. I’ll make sure I don’t. That’s on my Blood, kid.”

  I turned to Miguel. “Son, from here on out, I don’t want to hear you claiming that you’re a Vega. Change yo’ name, punk or feel the wrath of my hittas. There’s a new king of our blood line and you’re looking at him. It’s best that you get as far away from New York as you can. Next time I cross paths with you, it’s gon’ be one, son. I’m icing you. Word is bond. Now get the fuck out my tip! Get!”

  He rushed towards the door, grabbing the handle and unlocking it. Before he stepped out, he looked over his shoulder at me. “I still love you, Showbiz. I don’t give a fuck how you’re getting down on me. You’re still the one I look up to and I always will. That’s on my unborn seed, kid.”

  I pointed towards the door. “Nigga, get yo’ soft ass out of my crib before I give the order to have you smoked. I ain’t gon’ say that shit again!”

  Blackie stood up and took his pistol off of his hip again. He aimed it in Miguel’s direction. “Step off, Blood. You heard what the boss said.”

  Miguel rushed out of the door and slammed it. I could hear his loud footsteps as he traveled down the stairs and out to his car. I wanted that nigga out of my life. In my opinion, he was a black eye to the Vega family. Way too soft and weak. I wanted to purge my bloodline of all of its soft niggas. I wanted to build up an army of monsters like myself. Killers that would protect our bloodline and got to war at all costs. I was on a focused mission to recreate my people.

  ***

  Tristian wound up murdering Miguel two weeks later, cutting up his body and throwing it over the George Washington Bridge. I didn’t give a fuck he had killed Miguel. I knew that he would be next, and then there would be no dispute over who my father’s throne belonged to.

  In addition to the death of Miguel, Bruno Gomez held up his end of the deal. He had the Vega’s fields set on fire. At the same time they were set on fire, his killers rushed the Vega’s mansion in an all out warfare. I hadn’t gotten the report of who’d survived or died, and to be honest, I didn’t give a fuck. Now that the acts of my plan were going into effect, it was up to me to continue to keep things moving in the way that I needed them too.
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  It had been nearly a month since I’d sent Tori away into hiding. She been hitting my phone like crazy every single day since then, and I’d taken my time responding back to her. I was kicking it with Kalani so tough that I just didn’t have the desire to fuck with Tori on an emotional level. I felt I would get to her when I got to her and that would be that.

  It was Saturday night, and Kalani and I had been getting fucked up the entire day. I’d shot at least four grams of heroin into my system and watched Kalani toot about two grams. I was so high that I could barely keep my eyes open. My ears were ringing and my dick was so hard that it hurt.

  We were sitting in the living room of my crib when Kalani stood up and pulled off her short t-shirt. Underneath, she had on a pair of pink G-string panties. But she had them on backwards so that the string went in between her thick, brown pussy lips. Drake’s “In My Feelings” was blaring out my speakers. She placed her hands on her knees and turned around so her ass was facing me. It had gotten fatter since her and I had started to fucking around with each other.

  “Showbiz, watch me twerk this big ass booty for you.” She started to pop it up and down to the song. “Showbiz. Do you love me... Say you’ll never ever leave from beside me...” she sang before getting down on all fours and really popping that pussy like crazy.The string split her slit down the middle and rode up and down her crux. I could see her asshole’s crinkle, as well.

  My dick got even harder. I pulled it out of my hole and stroked it up and down, while I watched her do her thing. The way her ass jiggled, along with her thighs ,got me to beating my meat like crazy. Every time she popped backward, her brown lips would open up to reveal her pink insides. It looked so good to me. She laid her face on the ground and balled her fist, beating it on the carpet while her pussy popped up and down. She was clowning.

  “Look at that ass, Showbiz.”

  She looked over her shoulder at me and ran her tongue all over her lips, before continuing to do her thing. I was so horny by this time, precum was all over my finger. I took my hand off of my dick and got behind her with my face. I forced her body to the carpet, opening her ass and licking in between her cheeks.

  She cocked her right leg all the way upward along her rib cage. “I knew you was gon’ come get this shit. I knew you couldn’t watch yo’ baby do her thing without touching her. Uh, shit. Eat me, Showbiz. It’s okay,” she moaned, holding her ass cheeks open for me.

  I sucked on her anus and slid my tongue into it. It was super tight and hot. I kissed her pussy lips and sucked them into my mouth. Then slid my tongue back up to her asshole, worming it inside of her. I wanted to fuck that big ass booty. “Kalani, I’m about to fuck this ass, ma. I gotta have some of it right now.” I ran my dick up and down in between her cheeks.

  She reached under her stomach, rising up from the ground just a little bit to do so. When her hand got between her legs, she spread her pussy lips wide showing me her hole. “You can do whatever you wanna do, baby. But if you gone fuck my ass, you better long stroke the hell out of it. I need all of that pipe in this big ol’ thang.” She smacked it loudly.

  I ran my dick head in circles around her pussy hole, getting it nice and wet. Her essence was leaking out of her like clear syrup. I coated my helmet with it and brought it up to her asshole, forcing it inside of her. She looked back at me with her face scrunched.

  “Damn, Showbiz. It feel like your shit is twice as big for some reason.” I smacked her hard on the ass.

  Smack!

  Watched it jiggle and worked my hips from side to side until my head popped inside of her. Once in, I slammed it home hard.

  “ Uh!” she groaned as I spread her knees further apart. “Kill that big booty. Take me to Harlem, daddy.”

  She bounced back into me with her mouth wide open. I gripped that big ass booty. My fingers held the flesh of that ass. It felt like a soft pillow. It was meaty and hotter than a furnace it seemed. Her anus squeezed my shit so tight that it felt like I was being suffocated. I slammed it home deeper and then pulled back, bringing some of her inards with me, before I pushed them back in with my pipe. I built up a nice rhythm and got to tearing that ass up.

  Bam! Bam! Bam!

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Shit! Showbiz! Fuck that ass, daddy! Fuck that ass just like that! It’s yours!” she hollered and bounced back into me faster and faster, while she played with her clit. She opened her lips wide. Her fluids ran out her and down her thick thighs.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  I loved watching that ass jiggle while I hit it from the back. I could smell the scent of her sweat and just a hint of ass and perfume waft up my nose. The smells combined motivated me to go ape shit crazy. I got to stroking her like a monster. She laid her face on the carpet and screamed as I grabbed a handful of her hair. “Aw, shit! Aw, shit! Fuck me, Showbiz! You’re killing this ass. Yes!”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  “Say it’s Harlem, ma.” I breathed out of breath. “Say it’s Harlem, right now!” I growled, speeding up the pace. My hips crashed into her soft ass and it felt so good.

  “It’s Brooklyn, nigga. Fuck that!” she screamed. “You. Ain’t. Running. Shit. Aw, baby!” She closed her eyes and continued to slam back into me.

  “Bitch, what?” I flipped her on to her back and forced her into a ball. Slid my dick back into her open anus that looked like a pink mouth before I slid back into her and got to fucking her like my life depended on it. “Say it’s Harlem, bitch! Say it!” I could smell the aroma of shit now. My dick ran in and out of her guts at full speed. She was farting and everything.

  “Never! It’s. Brooklyn. It’s. Fucking. Brooklyn. Mama! Mama! Aw, shit. Mama, make him stop!” she screamed. I bit into her neck hard and started to clench my teeth together, while my hips rose and fell against all of that ass. She was trapped and couldn’t move. Couldn’t do shit but take all of my dick. And it was doped up and wouldn’t go soft for a long time. “Say it, say it.”

  She continued to play with her clitoris. “Aw, fuck! You’re killing me. You’re killing me. I’m finna cum. I’m finna cum so hard! Oh! Oh! Oh! It’s Harlem! It’s Harlem, mama!” she whimpered and started to shake like crazy.

  Just hearing those words got me to shooting my nut all in her ass. I pulled my dick out and bussed all over her stomach in big globs. My chest heaved up and down. Sweat trickled down the side of my face.

  Chapter 15

  “Showbiz? Showbiz? Wake yo’ punk ass up and tell me why this bitch is laying in my spot,” Tori hissed and placed a cold metal object to my forehead. My eyes open and looked into the angry face of Tori. Her eyes were low and menacing. She held a .45 to my head with the hammer already cocked. I passed gas and felt my stomach turn into knots. “Yo, what the fuck are you doing, Goddess?”

  “N’all, nigga. You answer my muthafucking question. Y’all got this house smelling like nothing but sex. You got me all the way in Jersey, worried about yo’ monkey ass and this is what you’re over here doing? You’re fucking Tristian’s bitch. Nigga, what’s really good?” She blinked and tears dropped from her eyes.

  “Shorty, if you don’t get that fucking gun out of my face, I swear to God I’ma kill yo’ stupid ass. You never pull a gun on a nigga unless you’re ready to kill him. Real killers don’t talk. It’s too many words coming out of your mouth for you to be on some killer shit. So check yourself.”

  I started to sit up. Tori climbed off of me and put the barrel to Kalani’s head. I didn’t know how she was sleeping through all of this, but she was. She was knocked out. It seemed as if she were in a coma.

  “Showbiz, I swear to God if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on, I’ma waste this bitch. Did you know there as a pregnancy test in the bathroom and it’s positive?” she asked, wiping tears from her cheeks.

  I slid from the bed and stood up. I shrugged my shoulders. “Bitch, fuck what you talking about. I should p
op yo’ stupid ass for putting that pistol to my head.” My stomach was in knots. I felt sweaty and lightheaded. I was feening for my dope. I needed to take a hit and fast. I was jonzing like crazy this morning. Snot slid out of Tori’s nose.

  “You don’t respect me, Showbiz. Ever since you and I have been together, all you’ve treated me like is shit. Why the fuck am I in Jersey and this bitch is here laying in my spot? Tell me!” she yelled.

  Kalani’s eyes popped open. When she saw Tori had a gun aimed at her, she tensed up and tried to scoot away from her. “Tori, what the fuck are you doing?” she asked with her eyes bugged out of her head. She was butt naked.

  “Bitch, you laying in my nigga’s bed and you gon’ ask me what the fuck am I doing? I think it’s perfectly clear what I’m doing.” She pressed the barrel to her forehead and placed a knee on the bed so she could reach her better.

  Kalani grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “Bitch!”

  Boom!

  The gun went off and sent a single slug into the wall, right past my left shoulder. It put a big hole in the wall. I jumped to the side just in the nick of time. Kalani head butted Tori in the face, splitting it. Blood gushed out of her nose and mouth. “Fuck you think this is,” Kalani grumbled, still struggling to take ownership of the gun.

  Tori grunted. “I’ma kill you, bitch. I’ma kill you. You fucking my man.” More blood ran out of her nose and over her lips. Kalani head butted her again, this time so hard, Tori let go of the gun and fell backwards and off the bed. Kalani rushed her and straddled her body. She took her head into her hands and held it, before slamming it into the hardwood floor.