by Natavia
He turned around before he walked out and said, “Don’t trust that bitch around your family, Cam! She hating and a blind person can see that!”
“Royal doesn’t see it!” I said sadly.
“He will before it’s too late. He not a dumb-ass nigga but I will call before I come scoop Parker up next weekend,” he said. Koran was a totally different person.
“You know I like this new you!” I said laughing.
“Yeah, fucking with that crazy-ass bitch Tashondra was a wake-up call for me!” he said.
“Now that you mention it, I’m sorry for what happened to her,” I said. Although, she had something to do with what happened to Royal, she wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. Besides, she left four kids behind. I felt sorry for them because they had to grow up without a mother.
“Thanks, but it’s cool. I felt nothing when I saw that shit on the news!” he stated. She must have really pissed him off because if memory served me correctly, while we were together, I walked in on him telling her he loved her.
“I hear you got a new chickkkkk,” I sang and he blushed.
“Yeah, I’m feeling Tyran. She was my angel when they were doing that fucked-up shit to me! Still, till this day, I cannot believe how all of this played out! Shit crazy as fuck, though!” he said.
“You know things happen for a reason! She might be the one!” I told him.
“Yeah, I feel that way, too. But, I’ll holla at you, she calling me now!” he said cheesing with his boyish smile. I waved him off but I was happy for him. I really hoped they work out because everyone deserved love. Koran was growing up and it felt good to just talk to him as a friend.
Corey
I walked down the dark tunnel then looked around before pulling open the rusty door. Down the stairs there was a bodyguard leaning against the wall. I showed him my tattoo of a bloody rose on my wrist and he opened the door.
This was a whole other world down here that no one knew existed. I was a hit man and only people who knew were Royal and Killa. The MFH had a new assignment for me. Like I told y’all before, slinging drugs was okay but I made the majority of my money killing motherfuckers.
Royal and I were at Chang Pu’s shop a few years back, the old Chinese nigga that makes the special knives that I have. But anyways, his nephew Kang Li was there. He had an aura about him that spoke volumes. You knew not to fuck with him without him even saying shit.
Chang Lu gave me the throwing knives to test them out. He was the one who taught me the correct way to use them. Our father was into Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan. The shit had rubbed off on us. But anyway, five tries and all five knives were in the center of the dummy head he kept in his shop. I was a beast with it. But anyways, his nephew came to me and told me his uncle had been showing him for years and he still couldn’t do it. While Royal was looking around, him and I chatted. He asked if I was down for making my own money and I told him, “hell yeah.” He gave me an address to meet him later on that night and it changed me forever. A part of me was awakened that I never knew existed.
Two years ago…
I looked at the address Kang Li gave me. I’m not going to lie it was a creepy-ass place. It looked to be an old church and there was not one car on the street. I walked around the back and lifted the double doors to the seller like he instructed me. It was dark—the only light that was on was the one that hung from the ceiling. It didn’t do much justice because it was dim. I knocked on the door once then slid it back like the paper instructed. I walked in and it was like a church and on the podium there was a white man tied to a chair with his face badly beaten.
“You made it!” Kang Li said, coming from around the back.
“Yo, what the fuck is this bullshit?” I asked. I wanted to whip this nigga’s ass! But you know a nigga is down when money was involved. Royal was doing his thing and looked out for us but that was exactly what it was, his own thing. I needed to do my thing because I wanted my own money. I couldn’t believe this scary motherfucker got me in here like he ready to perform some voodoo-Satan type shit.
“You know a killer has no soul when you look into their eyes,” he said.
“What the fuck your crazy ass talking about?” I asked.
“I admire you. For such a young person, you have a heart of a lion; you are fearless! I can see it in you because I was just like you when I was your age. I see myself all over you,” he said and I laughed.
“What the fuck your chinky-eyed ass is smoking?” I asked.
“You see my friend, you still talking shit when I can kill you in a spilt-second. You would be dead in a blink of an eye! Now, there is one hundred thousand dollars on this man’s head. But you get twenty thousand of that when you kill him. He has been killing innocent black men. The city wants him out! Now, the small talk is over. What are we going to do?” he asked in his raspy voice. He didn’t have an accent like his uncle. He spoke very clearly.
“Twenty thousand dollars just to kill this fool?” I asked, seeing dollar signs. What he said about me must have been true because I didn’t give one fuck about this pig.
“I’m giving you five minutes!” he said.
“Where is the money?” He tossed me the small book bag that was at his feet. I opened it up and the smell hit me, this shit was definitely real.
“You know I see something in you, and that something is nothing. You have no emotions. Now, let’s cut the crap and kill this pig!” he said, handing me a combat knife.
I took it and the cop looked at me with pleading eyes. His mouth was duck-taped but his eyes were pleading for his life. I didn’t care about his ass, though, as I stood behind him holding his head, and slit his throat from ear to ear. I walked to the front of him and watched as blood poured out of him, his pupils getting darker. Seconds later, they rolled to the back of his head and death welcomed him with opened arms.
Kang Li handed me the book bag and a phone. “We never discuss business over the phone! You will get a text from me to meet me when there is a job to be done! You can’t contact me, I only contact you! A word of this to anyone is a death certificate! You killing him is signing the contract and once you are in, that’s it,” he said. Then, just like that, he was gone. I didn’t give a fuck, though. I was eighteen years old with twenty thousand dollars all to myself.
I was the youngest hit man that he had. I grew up way before my time. Sometimes I forgot that I was twenty because I saw a lot in my life. I had been saving my money up for the past two years. I had a secret bank account that Tee-Tee didn’t even know about. I was a professional at what I did and within two years I did thirty assignments. Kang Li sent me a text earlier so I was just seeing what assignment he had for me.
I walked down the long hallway and flashed my tattoo in front of the screen and the doors to his office opened like elevator doors. He was sitting on the floor eating Sushi and drinking sake. I removed my shoes then sat down with him.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He slid me an envelope with my next hit pictures and information: address, social- security number, all of that. I opened it up and got the shock of my life.
I slammed that shit down. “What the fuck is this?” I asked.
“Your assignment!” he said. I wanted to kill this motherfucker. He was a hot head but he and I never really bumped heads. But I would kill this motherfucker if he thought I was going to do this shit!
“I’m not doing it! And neither is anyone else!” I told him. He let out a deep breath. “Okay, fair enough. But you will pay me the money that was put on his head. The full amount!” he said.
“What’s the amount?” I asked.
“One hundred thousand dollars! I want that in the next few days!” he said.
“Yo, you a foul-ass nigga! I will give you the money but you knew what the fuck was up! I’m in some of those fucking pictures!” I yelled. But he didn’t give a fuck, it was all about the money. But he was fucking with the wrong one!
“Money talks!” he sai
d.
“Oh, yeah, money does talk. But we all know them motherfuckers on them bills are dead! So you talking money is like talking death!” I grilled him.
“Are you threatening me?” he laughed and I smiled.
“Look here, you slanted-eye, cat-eating motherfucker! I’m not scared of you! So, if you feeling salty about this situation, let me know now!” I told him.
“Your loyalty is very strong for someone who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. You are a very unique person. I even somewhat admire the fact that you still can do this and manage to still have a heart,” he said.
“Look, man, I would meet you with your money in a few days! But if I pay you and someone kills him, I’m hunting everybody down and killing their asses. No life would be spared, children, either. I put that on my life!” I told him.
He chuckled but I was serious. “Who put the hit on him?” I asked.
“The less I know about them, the less they know about me,” he said drinking his Sake.
“Fair enough! I will see you in two days!” I told him.
I walked out and got in my car ready to kill anything walking. When I found out who put a hit out on my nigga, Killa, I was killing their ass! No funeral, no autopsy report! Nothing! I was going to make their ass disappear like Houdini.
Killa was like a brother to me! I loved that nigga just as much as I loved Royal. I was riding for my nigga! I could be fearless and heartless at times, but I was capable of caring for people who were loyal to me. Killa was a loyal nigga. He was my fucking ace. I pushed the petal to the metal. I needed to get home to have a drink. I had to figure out some shit and they better be ready because I was hunting their asses down!
Ashaun
That bitch ran her mouth which was not a surprise. I hoped Corey and Royal didn’t hear about me putting my hands on their sister. But I do know one thing they wouldn’t hear it from Killa. As much as I didn’t like the nigga, he was not a snitching-ass dude. I pulled up in front of Tyran’s new crib to get my son for the weekend and this fuck nigga Koran pulls up behind me. I heard the rumors they were messing around but I didn’t know how true it was. I also didn’t know Tyran had a sister, wasn’t that some shit? Liyah and Tashondra were on some “G” shit, though, the way they came for Royal and had that nigga Koran missing for months.
Come to think about it, I didn’t even know much about Tyran besides the fact she trapped me, gave me a son and then caught feelings for me. I knew nothing about her family.
My face was healing but I had to get a wire in my jaw. That nigga fucked my mouth up, ole’ bitch-ass nigga.
Koran got out of the car the same time I got out.
“Fuck you doing here, nigga?” I asked him.
“Seeing my fucking shorty! Fucking problem?” he snapped at me, ringing the doorbell.
“Your shorty? Nigga, you don’t even have a key!” I laughed at him and he just grilled me. Even Tyran young ass moved on, two women that I both dogged the hell out of but managed to both come out on top. Well, I really didn’t do much to Jamie but her going through the pregnancy alone was wrong on my part. I should’ve been more compassionate. I was so curious about Cali that I just temporarily lost interest in my wife.
Tyran opened the door and she didn’t even have a shocked expression on her face about me, and this nigga, standing here. Koran walked in and she blocked my way so I stood outside at the door.
“What I tell you about having niggas around my son?” I asked her.
“Get the hell over it!” she said turning around, yelling for A.J to come down the stairs. He came running to me and I picked him up. It had been a while since I last saw him. I couldn’t really talk at first but now I could. My words were clearer now, but it still sounded a little muffled.
She kissed him goodbye then looked at me, rolling her eyes and slamming the door in my face. This bitch was really on some shit but I wasn’t sweating it. I didn’t miss her, just the chase when she wanted a nigga.
I hadn’t talked to Cali in weeks. She hadn’t even called me. I was hard on her but I shouldn’t have been because she changed. She admitted to coming on to Corey once, and that shit made my blood boil. But she told me she wasn’t in love with me then. Either way, I kept her around because, in some way, I fell for her, too. That’s why I been so fucked up lately fighting my feelings for her because she was a whore.
I was miserable as fuck and there was nothing I could do about it. A woman that fucked Royal and showed Corey her pussy was pregnant with my child and I had feelings for her. Them niggas were clowning me, I just knew it. If that wasn’t bad enough my ex-wife was with a nigga I’d known for years.
My ego was bruised because I didn’t have no control of the women in my life. I was supposed to be that nigga! The one with the fly cars, jewelry, expensive crib, expensive clothes and shoes. That shit was supposed to come with a bad bitch on my arm.
I was also mad because that nigga, Killa, had Jamie acting right. She didn’t get smart with him and she always laughing and shit around him. She didn’t even get mad when Cali came with me to dinner. When she and I were together, she would scream on me in front of anyone and basically talk to me like a nothing-ass nigga. She did come to see me at the hospital, though, but they had me on all types of pain medication. I was high as a kite. I couldn’t even remember what she said to me or if she was really there.
But, anyways, I was jealous because she was acting like the perfect-ass girlfriend for this nigga but it was I who helped her with her dream. That salon broke my fucking pockets! That ungrateful-ass bitch! I asked myself all the time was I mad because I still loved her or was it because I gave her my all and she shitted on a nigga.
I swung by Cali’s crib and she was home. A.J and I got out and I knocked on the door. She opened it with a sad look on her face, but as soon as she saw A.J, she hugged him. Jamie never really interacted with him. She didn’t show signs of dislike but when he was around, she would stay away. I guess me having a baby on her really fucked her up. Cali was older than I, she was thirty-two. She had me by seven years.
“What do you want?” she asked letting me in.
“I miss you!” I told her. I did miss her, though. I just didn’t understand how a woman that was so beautiful could be so flawed. She told me about all the niggas she done fucked and it was a lot. She even had set up some niggas to get robbed and all of that. I knew she was a freak from how I met her, but damn, all that shit she had done surprised me.
“Really? Or are you just using me as a scapegoat because Jamie is with Killa?” she asked.
“Naw, shorty, I really do miss you!” I told her. She handed A.J some juice and chips then turned on cartoons for him.
She pulled me in the room. “What happened to your face?” this was her first time seeing me after Killa done fucked me up.
“Killa whipped my ass,” I told her. It wasn’t any sense of lying about it because my face proved everything.
She crossed her arms. “What did you do to him? You just need to let them be happy! Don’t you see, you are coming in between them? I can’t really stand the bitch but I’m happy for her. I take some of the blame, too, because I knew y’all were married. When you told me she was pregnant, I still didn’t care. She deserves to be happy! Remember that day she was with Killa and they caught us in front of my job? You couldn’t see the love he had for her? I noticed it as soon as they got out of the car. You so damn worried about stupid shit you didn’t even realize your woman was in love with another man. He was very protective over her, you even asked him why he was! I think if I had popped her in that smart-ass mouth he would’ve killed me. I wish a man loved me like that and protected me like that. You can’t even stick up for me! You let them ghetto-ass friends of yours talk to me any kind of way. I get that my past is fucked up but I’m human too. I have feelings!” she cried.
“I know, Cali, and I’m sorry for the way I been acting but I’m going to honest with you. I didn’t expect this to happen! I treated you t
he way I saw you. If you don’t respect yourself, how can someone else respect you? Look at how we started off. You just sucked my dick without knowing a nigga! Could you imagine how I felt when Royal told me you did him the same way? Then you came on to Corey! Those niggas probably clowning my ass! So, how can you get mad at me for expressing myself? Okay, I do love you! It was crazy as fuck how it happened but you got a nigga, no lie! But Killa fucked me up because I put my hands on his girl and I had no right doing that shit,” I told her.
“YOU DID WHAT?” she yelled.
“I put my hands on her and she told her man,” I wasn’t telling her that I pulled Jamie’s hair. That was really some faggot shit. I felt bad afterwards but it was either that or beat her ass.
She shook her head. “You deserve what he did to you! She doesn’t belong to you anymore! She never did belong to you! That was his girl you was messing with! When will you understand that?” And there was the truth and that’s why I was pissed off. Jamie never belonged to me. All these years Killa had to sit back and watch her marry another nigga and get pregnant by another man. Damn, this shit was crazy.
