“No, no I ain’t gon kill y’all yet. Git da fuck up y’all bitches. Yeah nigga it’s me muthafuckas. Remember me? I’m the one y’all bust ‘em caps in the last time. Yeah, that’s right. Luck was on my side…”
“I-I-I wasn’t involved, mister. I wasn’t even in the city. I was…” Josephine said shuddering.
“Bitch you tryin’ to mock me? You better fall back over there with the rest of them ‘fore I start with you. Yeah muthafuckas, finally,” Lil’ Long said prancing around with two guns held high and gloating. He pointed one point blank at Eric’s dome and moved in closer.
“Let the girls go and…” Eric quickly jumped in.
“And what bitch ass nigga? You gon pay me off, huh? Don’t even think about running to the Range, bitches,” Lil’ Long said shooting the girls a glance sideways. “I’ve got bad news for ya, the driver dead and stinking in thurr.”
“This between me and you, man… it’s got nothing to do with the girls.”
Lil’ Long appeared amused when Eric spoke. He waved one of his guns side to side. The other, he aimed at the girls.
“Uh huh, it’s got urrh-thing to do with the bitches… I did-n’t know this fine ass black-bitch that me and my man ran up in was your fam, dogs? I know you ain’t see the way me and my man dug the bitch back out, so I’m a brake you off a lil’ show, an encore you unnerstan. A lil’ sump’n, sump’n for making me wait so muthafucking long to kill y’all muthafucking asses already. But first I’m gonna do this…”
Two rounds punctuated Lil’ Long’s words and Eric fell to the ground.
“Ugh… agh... shit you shot me…”
“Yeah, hold ‘em shots and fall back bitch ass. I’m a return you to da essence just like I did that fat nigga, Busta and all ‘em cops and wops you sent at me. First thing first: I’m a have some fun and I’m a make sure you stick around to enjoy the show, then I’m a kill your ass.” Lil’ Long said, grabbed Deedee and pushed her to her knees.
“No don’t!” she screamed.
“Chill bitch, you know you want it. I waited a long time for this. Bitch reach up in there and grab hold of my dick and start sucking.”
He smiled menacingly and continued.
“Yeah bitch, let your uncle see how well you learned to take my dick. Get it nice and hard bitch,” Lil’ Long said. Revenge clouded his eyes and his breathing sounded labored.
“I’ll pay you whatever you want man, please don’t…” Eric begged.
“Shuddafuckup, begging bitch ass nigga! Watch your niece take some a this real dick.” Lil’ Long aimed the gun point blank at Eric’s dome. “I was in jail dreaming about this moment…”
“Why you wanna play us like that, yo? If you’re gonna kill us just get it over with,” Coco said.
Lil’ Long pushed Deedee away and walked over closer to where Coco stood.
“Oh, I see it’s true what they say about you, you got heart, huh bitch?”
“I’m saying yo…”
Lil’ Long fired his gun twice and silenced Coco. Josephine tried to jump to her aid but Lil’ Long grabbed her.
“Bitch, you move and I’ll kill ya fucking ass!” He said.
Josephine’s fear left her frozen in tears. Deedee screamed.
“Now you bitch get over here and used all that lungs on my dick. You hear me bitch!” Lil’ Long ordered pointing his gun at Deedee. He yanked Deedee roughly by the neck. Josephine’s body shook as she cried and watched.
Both Eric and Coco were shot and blood was dripping from them. Eric was still conscious, but Coco was lying unconscious. Deedee resisted as Lil’ Long grabbed her by the back of her neck and furiously tried to shove his dick in her mouth.
“C’mon now, bitch. Don’t front like you don’t wanna swallow this.”
He slapped her face so hard that Deedee fell backwards. He stood over her with his guns ready.
“Ahight I see you gon show out cuz ya uncle, huh? Ahight then fuck it bitch. You leave me no choice… In order for me to be immortal all y’all weak ass muthafuckas and bitches must die…”
There was an explosion.
“Oh shit… uhg…” Lil’ Long grunted. He whirled and grabbed his shoulder. One of the guns fell from his grip. Eric immediately tried to reach for it.
“This is the police. Nobody move.” Lil’ Long looked up, recognizing the face, he smiled.
“What you shoot me for, detective? I was doing y’all po-po a lil’ favor and you shoot me?”
“Oh yeah, what favor is that?” The detective asked bending down and ripping the gun from Lil’ Long’s clutch.
“I know, y’all know that this da king pin right thurr. Eric Ascot, he’s got the mob sewn up and he be ordering hits on muthafuckas left and right. Drugs, he running that…” Lil’ Long paused to laugh. “Yeah, I’m a snitch on ya… fake-ass music producer.” He continued laughing.
“Is that true, Ascot?” The detective asked.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about. He was trying to murder us. If I was connected, why did he… he tried to rape my niece… again.”
The detective’s eyes followed Eric’s stare to where Coco laid. Deedee joined Josephine and they were both crying over the fallen precocious teen.
“Is that true? Did this piece o’ shit try to rape you again?” The detective asked. Deedee nodded. The detective stared at the contortions of pain all over Eric’s face.
“Who you gon believe man? Kowalski, we partners,” Lil’ Long shouted.
“No, we’re not.”
The detective saw Eric’s wide-eyed expression when he unloaded the gun in Lil’ Long’s body.
“My partner was killed,” he said. Lil’ Long’s body was in death’s dance when the detective grabbed Eric’s hand and tightened his fingers around the smoking gun. “I want you to know what it feels like to take a life and I want to know the reason my partner was murdered. Do we have a deal?” Kowalski asked.
Eric’s answer was barely audible but the detective was satisfied. He was on his horn.
“Gunshots fired, two people hit. Officer needs assistance.” Kowalski said.
He shoved the phone back in Eric’s pocket after giving the location.
Deedee hurried to Eric and hugged him. He was bleeding but still standing and holding on to the gun Kowalski had given him. Josephine sobbed softly with Coco’s head resting on her lap. Blood quietly leaked from the dome of the precociousteen.
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