Daughter of a Hood Legend 2

by Latoya Nicole

  “Wait, where are you going?” The look of annoyance made me realize this stunt could make me lose him.

  “I need a break. I’ve taken a lot of shit off you Breezy, but this was too much. If I have to fight killing you, I need to leave. This shit unhealthy and I can’t do it. Just let me clear my head.” I had a million things I wanted to say, but he didn’t give me the chance. His ass walked out leaving me looking stupid. The tears came and I grabbed my phone. I needed to talk to Roulette.

  “Hey best friend. Are you busy?” It sounded like she was out of breath and her ass better not be fucking and I was over here miserable.

  “Naw, we just now finishing up. Me and daddy out here fucking shit up. We done killed so many people tonight I can barely breath from the adrenaline. All these years we could have been reigning supreme together, and I was scared to tell him. I’m glad he knows now because we out here fucking shit up. Bitch what’s up with you?” I wanted to hang up and say nothing, but the tears came and I started crying as I tried to explain.

  “He left me. Glitch left me and I don’t know if he’s coming back. You know I’m a stupid crazy bitch, I didn’t mean it. Can you call him and tell him not to leave?”

  “Bitch you beat that man with pots and pans, what you thought was gone happen. I actually thought he was gone beat your ass and leave you for dead. Wait, he didn’t beat your ass did he?” Laughing through my tears, I knew she was the right person to call. I knew she would make me feel better.

  “Best friend I just told you my man left me and your ass on my line cracking jokes. You know me so well. Thank you for not making this shit more depressing. Can you come over and drink with me, I need a male bashing night. We can talk about niggas and how they ain’t shit.”

  “Oh, I’m on the way as soon as I drop granddaddy V off. I am with you on the bashing shit. This nigga got mad at me because I hit him and he bent me over and fucked me in the ass with donkey dick. I been limping all damn day. My ass feels like it got stretched out by a damn truck.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?” Hearing Uncle V bust in on her conversation had me in tears I was laughing so hard. Now that shit was worth the call.

  “Daddy, get out of my conversation and finish dropping your tongues off. I’ll be there in a lil bit. Make sure you got me a good pillow.” Man I loved my best friend.

  Getting up, I headed to the kitchen to put some wine in the fridge. Thinking it over, I grabbed some Hennessy and put that shit in the fridge as well. If we gone do the shit, I want to go all out. When I went to sit down, I thought about something. How the fuck was he leaving to get some space but didn’t take his clothes? That means he been had to have some shit at that hoe house. It didn’t matter what the fuck I did, his ass was leaving anyway.

  What I did tonight just helped push him out of the door. This nigga thought he was slick, but I was about to go Bernadine on his ass. Running up the stairs, I grabbed his clothes and threw them on the lawn. It took me four trips to get his shit. Grabbing some lighter fluid out of the cabinet, I grabbed my Bic and headed outside.

  I couldn’t complete the look without this last item. Jumping in my car, I ran to the gas station and grabbed a pack of Newports. As soon as I got to my house, I stood over his shit. I was about to punk out and in my head, all I heard was get your shit. Get your shit and get out of my house. Hearing Bernadine voice in my head, I lit that shit with my Bic. Walking off, I lit up a cigarette and looked like a bad ass doing it. Glitch wanted to play, well fuck him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  REBECCA

  Pacing the floor, I had to try and calm my nerves. Vicious got me fucked up if he thinks I’m dumb enough to tell my men where I lay my head. His ass out there on a rampage taking my men out and cutting out tongues. I knew how he thought and that’s why I set up the fake pick up.

  They think because I’m a woman, I don’t have the sense they do. See, I watched Vega for a long time which means I saw his mistakes as well. When he would fuck up, I would analyze over it for days until I figured out what he could have done to avoid it. Physically, they were a beast. Mentally, I was a savage and Vicious could never win against me.

  Now that he thought he won, I was trying to figure out my next move. Right when the enemy thinks they are on top, you snatch they ass down and yell boom bitch. Knowing he was out there with Roulette, I got the perfect idea. Calling my driver, I got in and instructed them to take me to the ghetto bitch. It wasn’t the cream of the crop, but it would definitely send the message I was trying to send. Pulling up to their house, we were about to get out when Roulette’s right hand walked out. This was even better than the ghetto bitch. Roulette would cry over her friend, but this hood rat was the key to their entire organization. He practically ran the entire thing.

  Whatever happened, he was so pissed, his ass never paid attention to us behind him. Ghetto ghetto must have shown her true colors, because only a woman can piss you off this much. We followed him all the way to the city. His ass pulled up at some broke down ass house and I knew it was now or never.

  “Fernando, grab him quickly and quietly.” Jumping out of the car, he did exactly what I asked. Watching him go down, a smile spread quickly across my face. This was going to be fun. After he threw him in the trunk, we headed back to the house. Getting out of the car, I walked with a new purpose.

  “Set up the workshop please.” Fernando smiled and went to get his tools. He loved doing twisted sick shit to people in order to get them to talk. I’m sure Glitch wouldn’t, but I would have fun watching this show. Who knows, maybe after so much pain, he would have no choice but to give in. Heading down to the basement, I sat down in a chair not too far away from him. It took him about thirty minutes to wake up.

  “Glad to see you finally woke up to join us. I thought you were a weak nigga and was gone go down from a punch to the head. You look confused. Do you know who I am?”

  “From how you talk as if you are in charge, I would assume you’re the bitch we’re looking for.” Laughing, I knew for a fact I was going to enjoy this.

  “Good, then I don’t have to tell you what kind of person I am. If you know what is best for you, then you will tell me what I need to know. Where is my son?” The confused look on his face let me know he had no idea what I was talking about. That just deemed him useless to me.

  “Dead as far as I know.”

  “I believe you. I’m sorry, if you have no valid information for me, then you are of no value to me. You won’t die for a long time and you will suffer greatly. Until I find my son, you will take the punishment every day until I do.”

  “You don’t scare me. Do what the fuck you have to do. I’m built for this shit. When you live by the street, you die by them mother fuckers.”

  “I do have one more question for you. Why were you leaving the house so upset? It’s not relevant to the conversation, I’m just curious. What did ghetto bitch do?”

  “She didn’t do anything. Now do what the fuck you have to do lil bitch.” Nodding towards Fernando, he grabbed a hammer and hit him in the knee with it. Glitch screamed so loud, I thought he would pass out and die from one hit. It’s funny how he said he was built for this. I hoped so, he had a long ride ahead of him. Standing up to leave, Fernando stopped me.

  “Boss lady, what would you like me to do with him?” Rolling my eyes, I swear everyone around me was a bunch of dumb ass imbeciles. If I just said he was going to be tortured until I found my son, then that’s what the fuck you do, torture him.

  “I don’t care what you do. Just remember, he is to stay alive until I find my son. Make sure he can’t bleed to death or die from shock. If he dies, I promise you will regret it. Torture him and make it good.” Rolling up his sleeves, he laughed and started grabbing some tools. Walking out, it felt good to win. While Vicious was out there getting useless information, he didn’t realize he was losing the war.

  Chapter Fourteen

  CAPONE

  I knew I wasn’t going to see Ro
ulette after that night. I didn’t mean to fuck her up like that, but I needed her to know that I wasn’t going to tolerate the bullshit. Now that I got my point across, I was regretting it. She hadn’t even called to check on my progress. Since I was doing so good, I dismissed all the staff and it’s just been me here.

  Every day I have been waiting for her to walk through the door. Not only have she stayed the fuck away, but her deadline was approaching. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t have faith in her plan, but in two days, I was leaving this fucking house. It was time for me to start making moves and I needed to finally come back from the dead. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Shitz number.

  “Either somebody playing a cruel ass joke, or somebody got the wrong damn number. Who the fuck is this?” I should have fucked with his ass, but it was more important things at stake here.

  “It’s me nigga. Look, I’m gone text you an address I need you to meet me at. Don’t tell nobody you’re coming and I mean nobody.”

  “How the fuck are you on the phone and I picked up your ashes? This some freaky shit.”

  “I’ll explain it all when you get here. Just make sure you do what the fuck I said and come right now mother fucker.”

  “Say less.” Shooting him a quick text, I gave him the address and headed to the shower. I wanted to be out and dressed before he got here. As soon as I was done with my hygiene, I got out and threw on some jeans and a T shirt. Throwing on my McQueens, I walked downstairs waiting for him to arrive. As soon the bell rung, I grabbed my gun and went to the door.

  “Damn, you gone shoot me? I don’t know whether to hug you or get the fuck up out of here. What up Cap.” Giving him a quick hug, I let go because I wasn’t with that homo shit. Heading to the den, we sat down. It was weird because his ass kept staring at me. Shit was making me feel uncomfortable. If his ass turned gay while I was gone, he was gone have to move the fuck around. I’m not a homophobe, but I wasn’t about to be watching my booty every time my homie was around.

  “Stop staring at me like that, shit don’t feel right. You booty snatching?”

  “Tell me what the fuck is going on before I shoot your ass myself.”

  “Just making sure. Now, my wounds wasn’t life threatening. When I told you to get Roulette up there, she came. When she got up there, shorty say my mama was trying to kill me. Then went on to explain why she lit me the fuck up.”

  “That bitch lying. Why would your mama be trying to take you out, that don’t make sense?”

  “Same shit I said, until she told me why she lit me up. Vicious is the one that killed pops. My mama lied to everybody and that doesn’t make sense at all. Why wouldn’t you want revenge on the nigga that took your husband out? Once she found out Roulette was his daughter, she started pushing me to stay with her. She would say lil shit like you only here because I put you here. I’ll handle Vicious you out of your league shit like that. I don’t know the motive, but my mama moving flaw as fuck. Shorty didn’t trust her coming back to the hospital again and moved me here. She faked my death to protect me from my mama and her daddy.”

  “Damn, that’s some deep shit. Well, I guess shorty ain’t as bad as I thought. She kept my nigga alive and I owe her one. Now, that the nice shit is out of the way, when you want to take your mama out?” I looked at this nigga like he was crazy. That’s why we call him Shitz. He’s always down to do whatever no matter who it is.

  “You sound like shorty. Nobody is killing my mom but me. I need answers. What I can’t figure out is how I tie into the story. Other than being her fucking son, what do I have to do with the revenge shit? Once I piece this shit together, if she flaw then you can take her out.” Shaking his head, he relented.

  “If she tried to kill you, we already know she flaw but whatever. What you need me to do, what’s the plan?” That’s where I got stuck. I didn’t know what my next move should be. If I played my hand too fast with my mama, she could get the upper hand.

  “That’s why you here nigga. We need to figure out the right move before she finds out I’m still alive. I have to be ahead of her before she take my ass out. Right now we need to take advantage of the fact that she doesn’t know I’m alive.”

  “You got me. I ain’t never been shot let alone a ghost. You always been the thinker, I just enforce the shit. Get to thinking shit.” He was right, but I thought for once his ass would have an idea other than going to the damn strip club. After thinking it over, I said fuck it.

  “Take me to my mama. Best way to figure out what you want to know is to go to the source. Bitch don’t scare me and I need to know what the fuck is going on.”

  “See, I knew you would figure it out. You ugly as fuck but you smart. Let’s go. If at any moment you want to take that bitch out, just give me a head nod and her ass is done.:

  “If my mama is going to die, it will be by my gun. I don’t want that guilt on nobody else. Let’s go.”

  “Say less.” Heading out, we jumped in his car and I gave him directions to the hide out. The only reason I knew where it was because I pay the bills. Every month I get a bill for this property but my mama never spoke anything about it. Money wasn’t a problem, so it never became an issue. Now I’m thinking she didn’t want me to know for this very reason. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kill my fucking mama.

  “We’re a block away. Turn your headlights off and drive as slow as you can.” He did what I asked and we parked. You could see movement in the house, but I don’t know how many people were in there. Pulling our guns, we walked slowly up the stairs. Twisting the knob, it was open so we walked in. Fernando and my mama were sitting in the front talking about something. Conversation stopped when we walked in. She had the nerve to look happy.

  “Oh my God, son you’re alive. How? This is a miracle I can’t believe it.” She actually walked up on me and tried to give me a hug. Dodging that shit like gonorrhea, I side stepped her ass.

  “Yeah, I’m alive no thanks to you. Tell me mother, how do I fit into your plan of revenge? I understand everything else, but why did you try to kill me? If Vicious killed dad, I get why you are upset. What I don’t get is why you pushed me to date his daughter then tried to kill me like I was the fucking enemy.” This crazy bitch actually started laughing.

  “You’re so fucking naïve. I should have known that little bitch saw me. Since the cat is out of the bag, I may as well tell you. At this point, I really don’t give a fuck. You might want to sit down, you know you’re weak. Don’t want your knees to give out.” My trigger finger itched like it never has before.

  “Now Cap?” I almost laughed at Shitz. He was ready to take her ass out before I got the answer I needed.

  “Naw, we gone sit our weak asses down and listen. Go head ma, tell me why you tried to kill your son.”

  “Twenty two years ago, I was your father’s mistress. I did whatever the fuck he wanted me to do. When he wanted me to sleep with other men, I did it. I took the beatings, the embarrassment, and the miscarriages. The last time I was pregnant, he kicked the baby out of me. Said I wasn’t built to be a parent. Vicious had a meeting with him and the plan was for me to fuck with him and find out everything and tell it to Vega. He was going to kill him and take over his operation.

  Instead, Vicious came back and killed him. You were in the room with him. You watched Vicious kill your dad. I always wondered if you would remember how your mother came in the room screaming. The sounds were killing my ears and I needed her to shut the fuck up. I had a plan and she was about to ruin it. Grabbing Vega’s gun, I shot your mother right in the mouth and then in the head.

  Out of nowhere, your father started coughing begging me to take him to the hospital. His bitch ass had survived the shooting and should have known he wouldn’t go that easy. They always said you couldn’t kill the devil but I did.

  I raised my gun and shot that mother fucker until his face was no longer recognizable. Taking some shit out of the house, I made it look like a robbery. His team didn’t kn
ow what to do and I took charge. I knew everything and they trusted me because I was always there. I’ve taken care of your bastard ass all these years and you weren’t shit but an ungrateful, worthless, weak ass bitch. The one thing I needed you to do was get Vicious’ daughter to fall for you. We were going to do what Vega tried to do, but I was going to succeed.

  You couldn’t do that and you let her damn near take you out. There was no use for you anymore. As soon as this is over, I’m going to finish what I started. Was that enough for you son.” Looking over at Shitz, his face wore the same expression as mine. This bitch not only confessed to trying to kill me, but killing my parents as well. All these years I’ve always felt a disconnect to this bitch and now I knew why.

  “You’re telling me, that you aren’t my mama?”

  “Ain’t that what the fuck I said. Do you know how hard it was pretending to love you? Vega killed every baby I got pregnant with, but I had to raise you. The woman I hated for so many years, I had to raise her fucking son.”

  “No you didn’t. Why didn’t you give me away?”

  “Because his crew wouldn’t have let me in if I did that. You were just a pawn at power. Now that I have it, I no longer need you.” Not needing to hear anything else, I raised my gun at her. When Shitz saw me do that, he raised his as well.

  “Do you think I’m about to let you walk the fuck up out of here? You have spent your last day on this mother fucker.”

  “Oh, I beg to differ. If you kill me, you will never be able to do the trade. Life for a life.” Looking at Shitz, I think this bitch was trying to tell me she had Roulette. Grabbing my phone, I called her but she didn’t pick up. Shit was going straight to voicemail.