by Paige Green
Chapter Fourteen
“Good morning baby,” Remy said as she lifted her head from up under the sheets before planting a wet kiss on Tyson’s lips.
“Good morning, babe. Are you hungry?” Tyson asked as he started to step out of bed.
“Yes, but you can lay back down. I’m going to make us breakfast,” Remy said before stepping out the king size bed, heading over to the closet, and pulled out Tyson’s robe before placing it on her naked body. “Babe, when are we going to head to North Carolina?”
“Whenever all of this is over, Remy. I don’t won’t that shit travelling with us to a different city and we damn sure not going to run. We’ll finish off this bullshit here and start all over in North Carolina like we planned.”
Remy nodded in agreement as she tied the robe around her waist before walking out the room.
“Wait, don’t forget your gun, baby!” Tyson yelled after her as he held Remy’s .45 in his hand.
Remy chuckled as she walked back into the room, grabbed the gun out of his hand, and walked back out of the room.
Walking into the kitchen, she placed her gun onto the kitchen table before she opened the refrigerator door. Taking out a handful of eggs and she then placed them on the kitchen counter. Making her way over to the cabinet and opening it up, she took out a box of pancake mix, placed it beside the eggs before rolling the sleeves of her robe up.
As she started to crack the eggs, she heard a big boom coming from the living room.
“What the fuck?” she yelled before running over to the kitchen table, retrieving her gun and gripping it in her hand.
Ducking low as a stampede of footsteps were heard in the distance, she steadied her gun, ready to aim and shoot.
"Get your ass up, bitch!” a man dress in all black with a ski mask on said as he carried a heavy AK-47 in his hands.
Remy stared at him with her .45 aimed at him, refusing to move. Pressing her hand on the trigger, she was ready to shoot him but as four more men, dressed in all black with ski-masks covering their faces, walked from behind the man and made a small crowd around Remy, pointing their different kind of guns at her, Remy knew she was no match for them.
Standing to her feet with her gun still gripped in her hand, Remy kept a stoned face as one of the men snatched her .45 out of her hand before hitting her with the butt of his gun.
She fell to the ground in pain, clutching her cheek as blood oozed out of it. Just as she started to stand back up on her feet, she heard the loud echo of gunshots coming from upstairs.
“What the fuck are they doing up there?” one of the men said before running out the kitchen and making his way up the stairs.
Remy stayed lock in place with the four men still pointing their guns at her, silently waiting for her to move so they can have a given reason to shoot her.
“Remy! Remy! Where are you?” Tyson yelled at the top of his lungs as he was being forced down the stairs with a group of seven other men pointing their guns at him.
“I’m over here, Tyson! Help me!” she yelled back at him.
Her heart slammed into her chest as she then glanced into the living room and saw a bloody Tyson being forced outside with a group of armed men following behind him.
Instantly gripped with anger, she boldly reached for one of the men’s gun as one of them then took the butt of their .9mm, harshly smacked her upside her head with it, instantly knocking her unconscious.
“Get this bitch up and get her in the van,” one of the men demanded before walking out of Tyson’s loft.
The three men quickly obliged, lifting Remy’s limp body from off the floor before walking outside and forcing her into the van.
All twelve men hurriedly got into the two vans that were waiting outside for them before pulling out of Tyson’s drive way.
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“Remy...Remy...Remy…wake up, baby! Remy, please baby….wake up!” Tyson yelled through the dimly lit room.
Remy slightly moved her head back and forth and as a low moaned escaped from her lips.
Remy and Tyson were both bound to a chair with heavy chains tied around their midsections and duct tape tightly tapped around their ankles and wrists, preventing them from moving.
Tyson, who had blood oozing from the side of his face from fighting the men off earlier in his loft, tried his best to awake Remy, who was still knocked unconscious from the hard blow of the gun.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Egypt said, smiling mischievously as she walked into the dull room with her group of armed men walking behind her.
Egypt, who was dressed in a pair of black pants, black shirt, and all black heels, looked down at Tyson before she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled him.
Twisting his nose up in disgust at her, Tyson gave Egypt a death glare before gathering up all the spit glands in his mouth and started to spit on her. But before one drop of spit could even touch her, Egypt quickly placed her hand over his mouth, wrapped her other hand around his neck and bitterly said,
“Have you lost your fucking mind? You don’t want that bitch of yours to end up dead first, now do you? I advise you stop while you’re ahead!”
Tyson clenched his jaw in anger as he swallowed not only his spit, but his pride, too.
Standing to her feet, Egypt smiled before patting the top of his head and walking into the middle of the room.
They were all in an abandoned building in a deserted area where they could get away with just about anything. Egypt and Shemar’s old worker’s knew that was the perfect place they could get away with killing the people that killed her late lover and their late boss.
“Somebody get that bitch up!” Egypt said, referring to Remy.
Germs nodded his head as he walked over to Remy before harshly smacking her across her face. The room erupted into a small laughter as they watched Remy awake in a frantic matter with her eyes almost bulging out of her head.
“Did little momma have a nice little nap? Don’t worry boo-boo, you gone have enough sleep after I silence your ass forever,” Egypt smiled before stepping between Remy and Tyson, who were sitting across from each other.
When Remy noticed Egypt, a great amount of anger arose within her chest, causing her to grit her teeth and psychotically try her best to move her limbs, but it was to no avail.
“Baby, calm down! Remember what I said; never think off your emotions, Remy! Calm down and just listen to them!” Tyson said, glancing at a crazed looking Remy.
Deeply inhaling, Remy closed her eyes, counted to three before calmly opening her eyes and staring at Tyson.
“There you go baby, just keep your eyes on me, Remy. It’ll all be okay, I’m going to get us out of here baby, I promise,” Tyson assured her, trying his best to keep her calm.
Remy nodded her head as she kept her eyes glued to him, refusing to look at Egypt and the rest of her soldiers.
“The only way y’all motherfuckers are getting out of here is in a body bag, you hear?” Egypt growled with venom before she turned to her left, snapped her fingers and asked, “Remy, you remember Co-Co, don’t you?”
Gazing at Egypt with confusion, she shook her head no. But a couple of moments later, Co-Co, who was also dressed in all black, walked up towards Remy, completely surprising her.
“Oh, so you don’t remember me, huh bitch?” Co-Co asked with a murderous glare on her face.
“Oh, you mean her? You lucky I’m tied up or I’d whoop your ass again!”
Racing up to Remy, Co-Co balled her fingers into tight fists before delivering two hard blows to Remy’s nose and cheek, instantly drawling blood. She continued to hit Remy mercilessly, until Egypt finally stopped her.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough for now,” Egypt said, grabbing Co-Co and forcing her off of Remy.
Co-Co, whose chest heavily heaved, glanced at Remy one last time with pure hatred, before gathering up a glob of spit in her mouth, and spitting on her before angrily walking out of t
he basement.
Remy, whose face was completely swollen, spat out a glob of blood yet kept a hard, stoned glare on her face and asked,
“Is that all y’all got?”
“Hell, no, bitch! Y’all two are going to pay for the shit you did to my man!”
“Your man? Excuse me?” Remy said, shifting her eyes to Egypt. “I can care less about Shemar’s ass but you done lost your rabbit ass mind, Egypt. The last time I recalled, you fucked my man, while I was pregnant, and you were supposedly my best friend? There is something really wrong with you, girl.”
Marching up to Remy, Egypt glanced down at her before she yelled,
“I don’t give a fuck, Remy! I was more of a woman for him then you were ever! All the fuck you ever did was bitch and complain, instead of playing your part! I smuggled in drugs for him, helped him built his empire, and held him down, so you know what? Hell yeah I was his woman! The only thing you were was the mother of his child but thank goodness I got rid of that problem, too!”
Squinting her eyes and tilting her head, Remy replied,
“What the fuck you mean you got rid of that problem, too?”
“You know what Remy? You are one dumb ass bitch, you know that? Here I was, fucking your man right under your nose and behind the murder of Jeremiah? Yeah, don’t be so surprised, baby girl. That was all me!” Egypt harshly spat before releasing a loud, demonic laugh.
“Wait, you killed my son?”
“No, I didn’t kill that little bastard. I talked Shemar into hiring Psycho into killing you, not Jeremiah, and with the power of the pussy, Shemar agreed. But you see, I went behind Shemar’s back and paid Psycho an extra five grand, just to kill that little bastard of yours! I didn’t want any part of you alive when you were dead. Shit, Shemar and I could’ve made a baby of our own.”
Remy bit down on her lip, trying her best to fight back her tears as the venomous words Egypt spat at her sliced into her like a knife. She closed her eyes again, counted to three before opening her eyes and briefing looking at Tyson then back at Egypt.
“You know, you are one cold, heartless bitch, Egypt. For all these years I thought I’ve known you, I really didn’t know you at all. You got my son killed? How can you do some foul shit like that? We’ve been friends damn near our whole lives!”
“Fuck all that friend shit! You always thought you were better than me and shit when you got with Shemar. So, fuck what you’re talking about! I wish I would’ve killed y’all in that damn hotel room! I should’ve known that bomb wouldn’t work with Mr. Marine over here,” Egypt continued to spit harshly.
“What do you mean I acted like I was better then you when I got with Shemar? That nigga treated me like shit! And, that was you who send that bomb to us? I knew I should’ve killed your ass the day I walked in on you fucking Shemar!”
“Well, you didn’t now, did you? Too bad I got the chance to kill you and Mr. Officer over there first, huh? You see, I would let y’all go easy with one quick bullet in y’all domes, like you did Shemar. But, that’ll be too easy. So, instead, I want both of y’all motherfuckers to suffer a slow, painful death, okay?” Egypt laughed before turning her attention to Germs. “Germs, watch them for a half an hour, I’ll be right back.”
“Baby? Remy? Look at me, girl,” Tyson said as he stared at Remy who slightly held her head low.
When Remy looked into his eyes with her exhausted, jaded eyes, Tyson firmly said,
“I promise no matter what, we’ll make it out of her someway or somehow, don’t worry okay? I love you, Remy.”
“I love you, too, Tyson.”
Chapter Fifteen
Trigger-Happy laid back on his king size bed as he glanced up at his flat screen television while he browsed through the channels.
Taking a small cup filled with liquor off of his headboard, he placed the cup to his lips before taking a small sip of it.
“Baby, why don’t you turn off that TV and watch me,” Trigger-Happy’s girlfriend, Kyra, said as she walked out of the bathroom.
Kyra was a beautiful woman of Mexican and African American decent. She had a flawless olive complexion, mid-back length hair, and a thick frame to complete her appealing looks.
Trigger-Happy and Kyra been together for the past year and all though he had women tossing themselves at him left and right, Kyra was his first and only choice.
“I’m sorry baby if I’m not giving you a lot of attention, my mind is elsewhere,” Trigger-Happy replied.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Just thinking about Shemar, that’s all.”
“You seem tensed and stress, let me help some of that go away,” Kyra said as she climbed into bed next to him before pulling his basketball shorts down.
She held his thick penis in her hand, briefly mesmerized by the size and width of it. Placing her tongue against the head of his penis, Trigger-Happy groaned as his thick member then hit the back of her throat.
As Kyra continued to go to work, the loud ringing of Trigger-Happy’s phone echoed loudly throughout the room, irritating them.
Reaching onto his headboard and grabbing it, he ignored the call before turning his attention back to Kyra.
“Oh shit, baby,” he continued to groan as she expertly nearly swallowed his penis.
Just as he started to ejaculate, the loud ringing of his phone interrupted him again.
Finally glancing at his phone and noticed it was Germs calling him, he exhaled deeply before finally answering it.
“What’s up, Germs?”
“Man, where the fuck you at, Trigger?”
“I’m at the crib, why? What’s going on?” Trigger-Happy replied, noticing the hype tone in Germ’s voice.
“You need to get your ass down at the abandoned building we used to handle our work about Shemar! Not now, but right now! I’ll tell you the rest when you here,” Germs said before ending the call.
Trigger-Happy awkwardly stared at his phone before dropping it on his chest. Glancing down at Kyra, he tried his best to continue to enjoy the oral sex she was giving him but with his mind racing a mile a second, it was to no avail.
“What’s wrong, now?” Kyra asked, noticing the uneasiness in his eyes.
“Look baby, I’m sorry but I just got a call from one of my homeboys. I got to go and handle some business,” he said before sliding away from her and climbing out of bed.
“Let me come with you, baby? You know I can be your die or ride chick,” Kyra said as she seductively licked her lips.
“Girl, it’s ride or die, first off,” he laughed. “And second, you know I don’t allow you to get involved with shit like this. I’m just going to see what he wants and I promise I’ll be back.”
Kyra nodded her head as she then watched him dress into a pair of shapeless sweat pants and a Puma jacket.
Trigger-Happy kissed her one last time before grabbing his car keys and heading out the door.
When he arrived in front of the abandoned building, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Germs number.
“Yeah Germs, I’m outside.”
“Alright, I’ll be right there just give me a second,” Germs said before ending the call.
Two minutes later, Germs walked out of the abandoned apartment before walking over to Trigger-Happy’s Aston Martin and hopping in.
“What’s going on, Germs? What’s so urgent that you had to stop me from getting the best head in the world?”
“Man, fuck all that shit right now, Trigger. Did you know that we got Tyson and Remy in there right now and shit, right?”
“Wait, you do? Say no more, let’s get those motherfuckers!” he gritted as he started to open his car door but Germs quickly stopped him.
“Chill out, homie. I wasn’t even done explaining. So anyway, we got them in there tied up and shit and earlier Egypt and Remy were going at it, right? Did you know that that bitch Egypt was behind Jeremiah getting killed?”
“Yeah, Shemar told me. He said she talked him into hiring
Psycho to kill Remy but instead of killing Remy, he killed Jeremiah instead, and that wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Yeah, all that is true but what Shemar didn’t know was that that crazy broad went behind his back and paid Psycho an extra five grand just to kill Jeremiah? That’s why Psycho killed Jeremiah but Shemar never knew that! That bitch is the cause for all of this shit, Trigger! I’m telling you, it took everything in me not to snap her neck,” Germs growled.
Trigger-Happy shook his head in disbelief. “You should’ve snapped her neck, man. I knew if Shemar would’ve known that, he would’ve killed her himself. What’s the plan now?”
“Well, she left for a second but now she’s back to prepare to get rid of Remy and Tyson. I say we just kill that bitch first, then those two.”
“Yeah, let’s go in there. Just follow my lead,” Trigger-Happy instructed before stepping out of his car and making his way to the front door of the apartment.
Walking into the deserted living room, he made his way into the basement with Germs following behind him.
“Ugh!” the loud, grueling screams coming from Remy echoed throughout the basement as Trigger-Happy walked towards them.
He watched as Egypt took a four inch blade and ran it across Remy’s stomach, instantly slicing her stomach open.
“Baby, look at me, fight the pain! Look at me, Remy!” Tyson yelled as he watched the love of his life being sliced like a piece of meat.
Remy tried her best to lift her head and stare into Tyson’s eyes but with her body becoming weak and the brutal pain unbearable, it was to no avail.
Remy’s body shook uncontrollably as Egypt laughed demonically before angling the blade against her chest and started to slice her again.
“Wait, wait, wait, girl! How are you going to start the party without me?” Tyson smiled as he walked up towards Egypt.
“Trigger? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted no parts of this?” Egypt asked, looking at him skeptically.
“Change of plans, girl. Why do you have all these men down here? I thought you were a big girl and could handle this shit yourself?” Trigger-Happy asked, staring at all twelve men that were standing around.
