“Get in the van. Smooth taking y’all back to the house,” I urged.
They nodded walking off then…
“No, the fuck, they didn’t. Who touched you? Banks, slice they muthafuckin’ hands off,” she barked, causing Kimmy to flinch.
“Don’t worry bout it, I’m good, I gave better than they did. I’m tired and sleepy, come on, Neesha,” Seaqual whined a lil’.
Her anger dissipated at his words. She nodded, while treating him like a baby, while helping him in the van. Smooth threw me a head nod as he pulled out. He wasn’t leaving until we do, he’s just moving them outta harm’s way. Walking back in the house, Dawg and Demon had tied up Bear and Shark.
“Goat and Bumps in that bedroom, they both fucked up,” Dawg whispered.
“Get they ass too,” Stone spat.
They nodded, as we walked into the other bedroom where Turtle’s bum ass was at.
“He’s one ugly muthafucka,” Racks hissed, causing me to shake my head.
“That’s why his ass gotta try raping to get pussy. Fucking lil’ ass kids and shit,” Stone hissed.
WHAMP!
He punched Turtle’s ass awake.
“Wha’ the fuck?” He howled, grabbing his face.
“Wakey, wakey, muthafucka. How you be?” Stone greeted.
Turtle’s eyes widened, while glistening with unshed tears.
“I think his ass thinks he’s having a nightmare,” I taunted.
“What’s good for nightmares?” Racks questioned.
“Some say speaking softly, as not to spook them, in doing so, it allows them to wake on their own,” I added.
Stone nodded, before leaning closer to Turtle. Quicker than a snake strike, his hand clasped round Turtle’s neck. His hands instantly went to Stone’s wrist.
“Don’t. Touch. Me. I. Can’t. Wait. To. Torture. Yo. Bitch. Ass,” he hissed, sounding demented as fuck.
The hair on my arms stood straight up, like they received an electric shock.
“Yo ass ‘posed to wake his pussified ass up from the nightmare, not put his cry baby ass in one,” Racks taunted.
“I misunderstood,” Stone gritted out, with a shrug of his shoulder.
“Racks,” was all he said, before releasing Turtle’s neck.
Before Turtle could inhale a full breath…
BAM! BAM!
Racks knocked his ass back to sleep.
“Demon,” Stone called out, turning to leave out the room.
Demon didn’t speak, he just lifted Turtle over his shoulder.
“This fucker stink,” he grumbled, while moving his large ass through the house.
Walking back in the living room, I began shaking my head at what my eyes were witnessing.
“Dawg, why, nigga?” I questioned.
“I was bored,” he stated with a shrug.
“Yo ADHD having ass, how the fuck he ‘posed to walk?” I questioned.
“He ain’t gotta walk. Let his snake ass slither on his belly, where he belongs,” he argued.
“Tight work, Dawg, that ain’t a bad idea, at all,” Stone added, causing Dawg’s twisted ass to smile.
“Bear, Shark, Goat, get y’all bitch asses the fuck up. Y’all bout to take a muthafuckin’ ride,” Stone snapped.
“Fuck you, bitch. I ain’t doing shit. Kill me, pussy ass, nigga. Soft ass doing all this shit over a big, nasty, ugly, bitch. Yo weak ass can suck my dick, bitch,” Shark growled.
CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK!
“Who the fuck’s next?” Stone grumbled, after shooting Shark.
Bear and Goat didn’t make a sound, they both just stood, then began walking. Well, not Goat, he hobbled.
“The fuck happen to yo ass?” Racks questioned.
He paused, with a grimace etched in his face.
“Lil’ nigga shattered my knee cap wit ah steel baseball bat,” he ground out.
“Yo bitch ass got taken out by a thirteen year old? Yo soft ass should’ve been a teacher, not a gangsta. Yo balls ain’t big enough,” Racks taunted, while pushing him in the back.
He grumbled something unintelligible.
“Fuck, man, this shit hurts,” Bumps whined.
Looking down at his weak ass, that’s when I noticed the bandage wrapped round his torso.
“The fuck happened to yo ass? Y’all niggas looks like y’all just came back from war, damn,” I questioned.
“Lil nigga stabbed my ass,” he ground out, steady slithering cross the floor.
“Dayyumm, my lil’ nigga got mo’ heart than all y’all weak muthafuckas. Shidd, he could’ve taken y’all out on his own,” I boasted.
“Demon, get this muthafucka. I ain’t got all damn night. Dumb muthafuckas picked on the wrong lil’ boy, and got they ass whupped. This bitch been gutted, the other fucker ain’t got but one leg, Turtle’s bitch ass missing some fucking teeth. Y’all should’ve just kilt yo damn selves,” Stone spat.
“I’mma have to get my girl to give my ass a massage. All this heavy lifting and shit,” he grumbled, while lifting Bumps none too gently.
“Umph, fuck,” Bumps grunted.
Bear’s short, stubby ass, walked out on his own. Eyeing his ass, I’m trying to figure out why his ass even in on this shit. He ain’t built for this shit. I knew his ass from school, nigga was a math genius.
We loaded in the van, but not before Dawg torched the house. Racks turned the gas stove on before we walked out the back door. We pulled out, but not too far, before the house exploded.
“That’s beautiful as fireworks,” Dawg whistled out.
Shaking my head at his words, I settled in for the ride. Everything in our lives had been going pretty decent, until a punk muthafucka tried to be a damn man.
An hour and a half later……
‘The Cave’
“Is she sleep?” I questioned, upon venturing deeper into the cave.
I stayed outside when we first arrived and toked on a blunt. I had to get my mind right to deal with this off the wall, demented shit, Stone’s ass was bout to do.
“Un huh, something is truly wrong wit her ass,” Lenny answered, standing from his seat.
“Wha’chu mean?” Racks asked, positioning his self on the wall.
Demon, Dawg, Loco, and Spazz, brought in the guests of honor as we stayed outside and smoked. They positioned each one on their own pulley. Bumps tried fighting, but got knocked out. Turtle still knocked out. Racks ass got some serious power in his ass. I done told’em he should’ve been a fucking boxer. He told me he can’t do that organized shit, it takes away from his creative process. I let that shit go. I wasn’t having that damn conversation.
“We got here, I blindfolded her ass; the sedative wore off. She became alert. Instead of being afraid that she was tied up, I removed the blindfold, she threw the pussy at me. Talmbout going against y’all. She had all these ludicrous plans, along wit her hatred towards her family and shit. She even went as far as blaming her father, a father she admitted to never meeting. Her ass just ain’t right. Rid the world of that bitch,” he explained, looking exasperated.
“Tight work, go head, go home, get some rest,” Stone told him.
He slapped hands with us before leaving out. Looking towards Ocean as she sleeps without a care in the world, I’m tempted to go back on my word. Her ass don’t deserve to live, at all.
“Loco, get the water hose,” Stone called out.
He moved without a word. Loco doesn’t speak a lot. At first, we thought he couldn’t talk, he was always doing sign language. We learned that his younger sister was born deaf. Because of that, he learned sign language, while teaching it to her. He’d gotten so accustomed to not talking, ‘til he didn’t.
“Thanks,” Stone acknowledged, once the hose was in his hand.
This damn hose, it similar to what the firefighters use, with the same level of power.
“Dawg, turn this bitch on,” Stone called out.
Dawg ran to the nozzle. His lil ass enjoys this s
hit.
SPEWWW! SPEWWW! SPEWWW! SPEWWW!
“Arrgghhhh!
“Hhaaahhhhh!”
“Urrrgghhhh, shit!”
Sounded out amongst the soon to be dead.
“Shut the fuck up! It ain’t nothin’ but some water!” Stone bellowed, steady spraying.
The niggah’s ill, I thought, watching his ass.
SPEWWWW! SPEWWW! SPEWWW!
“Oh, my Gawddd!” Ocean whimpered.
“Fuck!” Turtle hissed.
“Shit!” Bear whimpered.
“Uhhh!” Bumps grunted.
“Okay, okay, y’all are clean enough. So, how y’all be? Long lost lovers reunited. Did y’all miss each other?” Stone spoke, dropping the hose.
No one said, anything they were too busy panting, tryin’ to catch their breath.
“So, now that I have y’all’s undivided attention, I shall start wit y’all dumb fucks. See, this whole situation is very fucking interesting. Trust, I’m not surprised a weak bitch wanted what doesn’t belong to his bitch ass. Plenty have tried, that’s what makes America so fuckin’ great. But usually, there’s a just reason foe the disrespect. Now, I have a theory,” he paused, pulling a chair up, and taking a seat.
He angled his self so he’s in front of Bear, Bumps, Goat, and Turtle. They all just stared at him with a look of confusion and fear etched in their faces, all but Turtle. He was too busy mean mugging Stone.
SWOOSH!
“Awww, fucccckkkk,” Turtle howled, as my blade lodged in his upper shoulder.
“Damn, Banks, warning, nigga. Yo ass almost sliced a dread off,” Stone acknowledged, while smoothing his dreads down.
“Never that, nigga. Bitches just so disrespectful,” I answered.
“Much respect,” he stated, before repositioning his self.
“That’s what loyalty looks like, in case y’all are unsure of what yo bum asses are witnessing,” Stone added.
“Now, like I was saying. I-” Stone started.
“Why the fuck am I still alive? Seaqual musta lived, such a damn shame. Please just kill me, already. I’m sicka looking at y’all muthafuckas. I don’t want to witness this bullshit,” Ocean blurted out, mugging us.
“Man, put ah dick, sock, pickle, something, in her fuckin’ mouth. I ain’t never heard no ignit shit like that before,” Dawg called out.
“Shut the fuck up!” Racks, Stone, and I, barked, at the same time.
He just shrugged, before climbing the pulley to sit on the landing that sticks out from the wall. His lil’ ass is the only one who sits up there.
“Now that the uneducated hoe has made her wishes known, I can get on wit proving my theory right. Y’all have been hoodwinked by a bitch made muthafucka. He gave y’all false hope. I bet y’all never once asked why he was doing this bullshit.
He didn’t tell y’all that he’s an emotional, no balls having, bastard, that wanted revenge on one beautiful Preshus. Why, do you ask? Well, let’s see. One, she wouldn’t fuck his ass. So, he attempted to rape her, after assaulting her. To which she sliced, diced, and damn neared beat his ass to death with a stiletto heel. When his bitch ass didn’t succeed, he tried to take what the fuck she worked hard foe. Not being a man tho, he tried to intimidate her outta her shit, forgetting she’s a real fuckin’ solider.
Let this be a lesson to you, you shouldn’t always follow, check some shit out. Had yo asses done that, yah dumb asses wouldn’t be hangin’ here now thirty minutes from death. Y’all know he’s a quick to snitch bitch, while tucking his dick and running. Bumps, he set yo cousin, Bo-Bo, up. See, he’s a pussy hound, young pussy hound, dumb fuck, listened to not one, but two, young bitches-”
“Fuck you, Stone. That big, ugly, bitch, ain’t shit. I fucked that hoe in all her holes. Bitch sucks a mean dick,” Turtle seethed.
Stone stood from his seat, making Turtle flinch. Chuckling at his punk ass.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Urrggghhh, fffuuuccckkk!” He howled, as his teeth flew outta his mouth, along with his jaw cracking.
Stone tried to send his fist through that nigga’s face.
“Yo, Spazz,” Stone gritted out.
“You dumb, ugly, pussy, summabitch. Yo ass done fucked up now. Yous ah ugly, bitch made, motherfucka. Ain’t no woman, a real woman, fuckin’ yo ass, underage dumb hoes don’t count,” Dawg called out.
“Yo lil’ shit talking ass needs a fuckin’ muzzle,” Racks barked, eyeing Dawg.
“Racks, yous ah hater. I just said what y’all been thinking,” Dawg argued, causing Racks to shake his head.
Spazz pulled out a machete, then, with the precision of a trained martial arts fighter, he shredded Turtle’s clothes from his body, without nicking his skin.
“Now, this shit should be against the muthafuckin’ law. If there was ever a time that I wished I couldn’t see, this is it,” I stated, truthfully, while eyeing Turtle’s body.
Fucker got knots, bumps with white heads and puss in’em, cuts, and raised skin. Fucker looks like a damn STD.
“It is an ugly sight. Fucker looks contagious. Ocean, yo ass really don’t give ah fuck, yah nasty ass fucked that,” Racks added, with the nastiest scowl on his face.
Ocean turned her head towards Turtle, before grimacing slightly. She cleared it, to mug Racks.
“Fuck you, white boy. Yo dumb ass fuckin’ Kimmy’s slut ass. Do you know how many dicks that bitch done fucked? Pull out the fuckin’ phone book. Check yo shit. Fuck around be burning and don’t know why,” she spat, eyeing Racks.
He chuckled, before moving to her ass. She cowered, after talking all that shit. He placed his hand on her head, before moving to her neck. With the quickness, he pressed two fingers in her neck. She froze, nothin’ moving but her eyes and mouth.
“Damn, Racks, yo ass is the truth, paralyzing bitches and shit. Teach me how to do that shit. I could use that on the hoes who talks too much while I’m bussin’ down they walls. They be fuckin’ up my concentration and shit,” Dawg called out, causing Racks and me to chuckle.
“If yo lil’ ass was fuckin’em right, they wouldn’t be talking,” Demon taunted.
“Shut the fuck up,” Stone snapped, standing from his seat.
“He told yo ass, Demon,” Dawg called out.
Stone bent, picking the hose up.
“Aww, hell no! Quit playing, Stone!” Dawg yelled out, trying to run, with nowhere to go.
SPEWWWW! SPEWWWW! SPEWWWW!
“Aaaarrrggghhhh! Oh Lawd! He killing me! I can’t, I can’t swim! I’mma drown,” he yelled out.
Fuck the situation, we hollered at his lil’ ass hangin’ on the pulley, being pinned against the wall wit the power of the water.
SPEWWWWW! SPEWWWW! SPEWWWW!
“It burns!” Dawg yelled out.
Stone dropped the hose, walking off like he ain’t do shit. Dawg’s lil’ ass was hanging onto the pulley, soaking wet.
“Cr, cr, cr, crazy mo, mo, mofo. I, I, I, I ain’t do, do, do shit,” he stammered out, after pulling his self back on the landing.
His damn teeth chattering. Stone ain’t make a sound as he walked down the corridor.
“Aww shit, is Stone getting Monster?” Demon questioned.
“Un huh,” Racks answered, while shaking his head.
“What the fuck is a damn Monster?” Bear grumbled.
Bumps looked sick, he knows what the fuck is up. His bitch ass ain’t never been to this bitch. But that don’t mean the ones who have, hadn’t let them know bout Monster, and them fucked up frogs. Changing my stance, I eyed Bear. Something occurred to me.
“Bear, how the fuck yo ass get caught up wit this bitch?” I questioned.
I don’t know why I needed to know that shit. I just hate when shit nags at me.
“He saved my lil’ sis life,” he grumbled.
I eyed him, then Turtle, who had blood running down his chest. His eyes widened a lil.
“Yo sis, Latisha?” I questioned, to make sure.
“
Yeah, man, she’d been, um, hooked on that white girl. After she was attacked, he, um, got her clean, while taking care of her. I ain’t seen her in a minute, but I get to talk to her,” he explained.
“Damn, y’all really shouldn’t believe everything a fuck boy tells you,” I grumbled.
Pulling out my burner phone, I pressed the number six.
“Shad, put’er on,” I stated, once he answered.
“Bet,” he stated.
“Um, hello,” she whispered.
“Latisha!” Bear yelled, shocked.
“Um, Bear? Bear, I need you to help me. Dealing with that damn Turtle, I’ve been held hostage, Mi-Mi too. I can’t believe this. That ugly fucker ain’t worth shit,” she wailed.
“What?” Bear barked.
“I’m sorry, Bear. He told me not to ever tell you the truth. He never saved me from nothing. I thought, I thought, I was in love wit’em. I’m nothin’ to his ass. He doesn’t even take care of Mi-Mi. I’m so sorry, Bear,” she wailed, as I hung up.
“Pussy, dick suckin’, muthafucka,” Bear hissed, tryin’ to fight against his pulley.
Grrrrr, Grrrrrr, Grrrrrr.
Everyone stopped moving upon hearing Monster’s growl.
“Don’t act like yo balls hang low now, Bear. Kill that bitch in the after life. Sick bitches hooked up wit a fucked boy fa’ no damn reason. Fucker would’ve never been king,” Stone bellowed, as he reentered the area.
“Haaaahhhh! What the fuck? Crazy muthafucka!” Bumps yelled, sounding like a whole bitch.
CA-CLACK! CA-CLACK!
Two shots to the dome, dead.
“Pussy muthafucka,” Stone growled.
Grrrrr, Grrrrrr, Grrrrrr, Grrrrrr.
“Not yet, Monster. Aye, take that fucker down, put his ass on the smoke pile. He’s distracting Monster,” Stone ordered.
Shaking my head at Stone and Monster, it’s crazy. The fucking gator walks beside his ass like a trained dog.
“Release that bitch, Racks. Her off ass giving me a complex,” Stone stated, causing me to chuckle.
Racks pressed down in Ocean’s neck.
“Hhaaahhhh,” she gasped, blinking like a nut.
“Don’t speak, don’t open yo motherfuckin’ mouth,” Stone barked, before she even had a chance to speak.
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