by Tee Jae
“We not about to sit around and find out.” I pulled the handle of the all black rented van sliding the door back and hopping out with everyone in tow behind me. Even if I didn’t touch Gator or Khaza tonight, I was sure to send a message. If anybody knew I was a certified killer, my lil’ bro knew that shit and tonight, I would make him regret the thought of crossing me. I held the Mac-10 in front of me like a professional before smashing my foot in the raggedy worn out front door.
“Get down motherfucker!” I barked at a little scrawny ashy looking crack head trying to dart across the floor and make it out the back door. He stopped and put his hands in the air, “Who else here?” I coldly placed my weapon to the back of his head.
He boldly turned around, “Gator’s not here man. They cleaned house early this morning. Told me I could have the scraps they left behind.” He smiled a toothless smile at me.
“Fuck! I told you this was a set up. This nigga seen us coming before we even landed in the A.” Marcus kicked a tin chair that was posted against the wall.
Boom!
I blew the bum’s brain to pieces. I knew he was just a pawn in the game that Gator was playing but I needed him to understand I’d murk a random nigga in his hood one by one until he had nowhere left to hide. “Let’s go! Next location is Playmakers pool hall. I hear Gator’s only uncle on his father’s side runs the place. His name is Ragu, everybody dies in the spot except Ragu.” I called off orders as we jumped into the van and headed over to Playmakers with nothing but murder on our minds.
Playmakers 10:50 p.m.
“Ion think you understand OG.” I pressed my foot down on Ragu’s neck cutting off his supply of oxygen. The pool hall had been seized by me and my goons and there wasn’t a soul breathing in this bitch beside us and Ragu’s old ass. I dropped his cell phone smacking him in the face, “Make that phone call OG. Let nephew know I’m here waiting on him.”
He fumbled under my restraint catching the phone staring into my cold callous eyes. I pressed harder damn near causing his eyes to bulge out of his head. His old ass looked to be about in his early sixty’s, so he didn’t have much longer left on this earth.
“Y-you gon’ kill me anyway.” He managed to say with the little breath he had.
Zilla placed his gun down on the desk, “You right about that but let’s see how long your old ass can hold out.” I lifted my boot off his neck while Zilla and Terrance grabbed his arms and dragged him across the floor tossing him into a chair that sat in the middle of the small office space located in the back of the pool hall. “We will kill you but how you go out is your choice.” He reached into the black leather book bag pulling out a pair of grip pliers handing them to me.
“Hold that nigga down.” I ordered Marcus and Terrance while Zilla held his mouth open.
“Nooooo, Nooooo!” he hollered. “Arghhhhhhhh, fuck!” I gripped his front tooth and yanked on it pulling it out and throwing it across the room. “Fuckth!” he hollered, spitting up blood everywhere.
We’d hit a dead end with Ragu, he wasn’t giving Gator up it was like beating on a dead horse. Six teeth and three fingers later he was going in and out of consciousness and we still had no answers. I raised my gun sending him two shots to the dome putting him out of his misery. “Hold onto his phone it may come in handy later.” I shouted stepping over a few dead bodies making my way outside the pool hall. “Torch this bitch.” I’ll be in the car.
I was more frustrated than ever, pissed that it seemed like we made a blank trip to the A, but I had a few more stops before we hop back on the jet and make our way back home. After we torched a few trap houses that Gator wasn’t able to clear out, I felt like we sent a strong enough message we were headed to our last trap house for the night when I realized this nigga was so obsessed with my bitch that all I had to do was make her ass lure him into me.
*****
Soon as we made it back to the estate, I rushed through the doors taking the stairs two by two rushing to my bedroom,
“Khadi, what’s wrong?” Brooklyn asked, jumping up as soon as I slammed the door to our bedroom closed.
“Get up! Put some clothes on right now and meet me downstairs.”
“What the fuck is going on?” she asked frantically, looking around holding her stomach.
“Put some fucking clothes on Brooklyn and meet me and my crew downstairs so you can tell me everything about that nigga, Gator. I wanna know where his fucking mama lives, all the way down to his fucking third cousin.” I paced the floor but stopped when I saw she was just standing there not putting any clothes on.
“No.”
“What the fuck you just say?” I clenched my fist walking up to her. I would never hit her but what she just said wasn’t registering to me, so I had to calm myself down and ask her again. “What you just said?”
“I said no, Khadi,” she took a step back. “Gator’s mother is dead, and I wouldn’t tell you anything about him that could possibly end up getting him killed. Don’t put me in that situation Khadi, don’t make me choose.
I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was hearing. Don’t make her choose. I squinted my eyes looking at her in disgust, “Make you choose? Make you choose? I’m your fucking husband that should never be in question. Your loyalty belongs to me, right?” I asked still in disbelief.
“Khadi, you expect me to give up a man who I grew up with, to you, for you to kill him?” she shouted with tears rolling down her face.
“Fucking right!” I hollered. “He’s a fucking threat to my family and you know what the fuck I do to a fucking threat. Huh Brooklyn?” I paced the floor in front of her. “I fucking eliminate them!” I roared.
“Gator wouldn’t hurt me,” she looked at me through tears.
“He ain’t have no problem hurting me. You ok with that? You taking up for this nigga?” I stopped pacing and was back in her face like she was a bitch off the street. “You still loving this nigga?” I asked, waiting for her to look me in my eyes and tell me no. Instead of answering me she grabbed my arm, “Fuck off of me.” I jerked my arm away roughly from her and walked out of the room.
I’ve never been that rough with Brooklyn but her saying she would never give that nigga up was enough for me to leave home and go fuck a thousand bitches, just so she could feel the hurt I just felt.
I rode around my city for about an hour before I found myself parked in front of Khaddo’s house. He wasn’t answering my calls and I needed to tell him what went down in Atlanta. Like I said, Khaddo was more levelheaded than Khaza, so he often pondered on things before making a move. That’s a trait we both shared but as of late, I been on some fuck a plan shit and went straight in for the kill. The white baby beamer that I passed on the side of as I walked up the driveway caught my attention, but I rang the doorbell anyway.
“Khadi, what you doing here?” He asked surprised, looking over his shoulder.
“I was in the neighborhood.” We both laughed as he slyly walked out on the porch closing the door behind him. “I been calling you, why you wasn’t answering?” I tried to look past him but didn’t want to seem too nosey. “I got some heavy shit I need to tell you, bro. Put on some shoes and come take a ride with me.” I turned around and walked back over to my car not giving him a chance to object.
“So what’s good, bro? What happened in the A?” Khaddo finally asked as we dipped thru our city with the top down.
“Shiddd, we painted the city red. I’m sure his bitch ass will be looking to retaliate soon, so make sure you on your P’s and Q’s when moving around in the city. Stay strapped and always have a body or two with you, we can’t be no easy targets in our own city.” I maneuvered my matte black Ferrari 488 spider across the bridge leaving the elite part of Miami making my way to the torturous and grimy streets to make a few pickups.
“So, what’s bugging you right now besides Khaza?” he playfully pushed my shoulder.
“It’s Brooklyn, man…it’s like she still protecting this nigga.” I picked up
the speed limit getting angrier just thinking about it again. “She been with that nigga for most of her life I know she know how he moves. Why not help your husband eliminate a problem? Is what I keep asking myself.” In a way, I could be jumping on her case because it’s never been this hard for me to eliminate a problem. I’m usually on top of shit but I didn’t see this coming and it had me feeling like a woman was taking me off my square.
“Bro, it’s no doubt in my mind that she loves you but maybe a piece of her still cares for him. I mean ten years… you can’t expect her to just hand the nigga over to you.”
“Yes, the fuck I can!” I roared, hit my steering wheel. Khaddo wasn’t as street as me and Khaza he always took time out to put himself in someone else’s shoes or always looking at shit from another angle. “Listen, we made vows…if that don’t count for shit, then I might as well end this shit now.”
“We both know vows don’t mean shit.” He mumbled under his breath making me feel bad that I even bought it up. “So, what you going to do?” He turned to me in his seat asking me and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have any answers. I looked down and powered my phone off from the constant ringing of Brooklyn calling back to back, so I can concentrate.
“I don’t know. I mean, she never told me the nigga was out of jail or that he was behind the hit with Khaza and Camille. That’s enough in itself for me to walk away but I just don’t know.”
“Just give her some time, man.”
“I’m not sure if we got time, fuck she gon’ wait around for until a nigga actually dead?” I sighed, turning into Little Haiti to check out one of our traps. I put my car in parked before we both hopped out and walked up to the trap house. “In the meantime, let’s collect this money kid, the grind don’t stop.”
Chapter 12
Khaddo
I couldn’t wait for Khadi to drop me back off at home. This nigga popping up on my doorstep was definitely out of character. He never came over unannounced and I damn sure didn’t need him seeing Damere was here after he told me to cut her off. Honestly, I should be suspicious that we couldn’t find anything on her considering she came out of nowhere and wanted to get down but I couldn’t help the way she made me feel.
“Everything ok?” she walked up behind me soon as I stepped back inside the house sliding a cup in my hand.
I put it up to my nose and sniffed, “Ciroc?” I asked.
“Pineapple Ciroc.” She corrected me standing on her tippy toes so her short ass could massage my shoulders. This is what I was loving about Damere, she’s so tentative to my needs and she always fell through when a nigga called her.
“It will be once we end this shit with Khaza.” I sighed, feeling like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders before taking a couple of sips of my drink.
“What’s going on babe? You know you can talk to me about anything.” She sat me down on the reclining leather sectional while taking my shoes off and massaging my feet. See this what I be talking about, she caters to me at all times. Married to Camille, a nigga had to do the catering, she wouldn’t even touch my feet. I took another sip of my drink before relaxing and began telling Damere everything that was going on.
“So, you and Khadi are really planning to kill your own brother?” she asked, after I told her the business. She was laid out across the sofa with her head in my lap. The way she questioned it made my insides cringe just at the thought of it, like damn could I really pull the trigger on my lil’ bro if it came down to it?
I took another sip of my drink, “That’s what its looking like.” I sighed.
Damere lifted her head from my lap, smiling sexily like, that shit turned her on. She straddled me giving me a close-up view of her hard nipples that were poking through her lace La Perla bra. Feeling the effects of the Ciroc, I struggled leaning forward running my tongue across the material over her nipple.
“Wait baby, finish tell me what’s going on.” She pulled back from my tongue exposing her fat pussy lips spilling out the sides of her see thru thong. I picked my hand up to play with her pussy and she slapped my hand away. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the exhaustion of what was going on with my family, but it was hard for me to pick my hand back up. My body felt stuck to the sofa.
“Did you talk to your brother about my seat at the table, Khaddo?” I looked at her through blurred vision before dropping my head back unable to hold it up any longer falling into a deep sleep.
*****
“Good morning, baby.” Damere placed a breakfast tray in my lap while I tried to sit up in bed with a pounding headache. “Eat up it will help with your hangover.” She kept smiling at me weirdly.
“What’s that?” I pointed over to the corner of my room where a big ass suitcase rested.
“My clothes silly.” She laughed trying to force some scrambled eggs in my mouth. I dodged the fork and looked around the room.
“What the hell happened last night?”
“Well, last night…” she paused shoving the fork in her mouth taking her precious time chewing, “You asked me to marry you!” she lifted her hand showing off Camille’s wedding ring that I kept tucked away in my jewelry box.
I laughed out loud because ain’t no fucking way in hell she was being serious right now she was on some white single female shit. When she didn’t join in laughing I looked at her as if she’d lost her mind.
“So last night was a joke to you?” she flipped the breakfast tray over sending the food flying everywhere and jumped out of the bed with tears in her eyes.
I grabbed my head from the already throbbing pain that wasn’t causing me to think straight. “Slow the fuck down, Damere.” I got up and walked over to my dresser grabbing some briefs and slipped them over my naked bottom. She was frantically running around the room grabbing her things and stuffing them in her suitcase.
I was confused as ever. I mean I was drinking last night but not enough to black out and don’t remember shit. I liked Damere but not enough to marry her. “Damere, STOP!” I barked, halting her. “Stand the fuck up and make this shit make some fucking sense. What the fuck you mean I asked you to marry me last night?” I demanded. I needed answers like now.
“You’re playing games that’s what happened. How dare you make me call my daddy so you can ask him for my hand in marriage only for you to wake up and laugh about it in my fucking face.” She stood up, pulling the handle up on her suitcase with tears streaming down her face walking past me. She stopped at the doorway and took Camille’s ring off and tossed it in the air; I watched it fall on the bed. “You full of fucking games no wonder Camille was fucking your brother behind your back.” She tried to walk off but like a Tasmanian devil I was on her ass like white on rice.
That shit crushed and pissed me off at the same time. I jerked her back, “Where the fuck you get that info from?” my chest heaved up and down while I took a few breaths trying to calm myself down. Hearing that shit bought on a slew of emotions. Hurt. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal. Confusion.
“You! You told me all of this last night after crying about your failed marriage before begging me to marry you and making me promise to never fuck your brother.” She cried.
I couldn’t believe I told her that shit but fuck now I felt bad with her standing in front of me with a face full of tears, a snotty nose and hurt etched in her eyes. I wasn’t ready to marry her or no one else for that matter, but I didn’t want her to leave either. I don’t know if it was because she was forbidden fruit or because I was trying to replace a woman in my life.
“Come here.” I walked up to her and pulled her into my chest holding her tight. “Listen,” I spoke into her hair inhaling her scent, “I like you a lot but I need you to understand I’m not ready for marriage again. I just lost my wife a few months ago. I just know I don’t want you to go yet.” I pulled her suitcase from her grip and carried her back to the bed preparing to fuck the idea of marriage out of her head.
Chapter 13
Khaza
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A nigga couldn’t keep his emotions in check without my medicine and the crazy thoughts that were taking over my mind had me paranoid as hell. I walked around the hotel room I was stashed in a few hours out of Atlanta and peeped through the curtains before I pulled out my burner and making the phone call I’ve been dreading to make. I heard that Khadi came into town wreaking havoc in ATL. Gator was pissed at the number of workers he’d lost too. He was constantly blowing up my phone, so I relocated just to fall off the grid for a while.
“Hello.” He answered the phone in irritation while I sat quietly on the phone unsure of what to say. “Who dis?” he barked into the phone again.
“K-Kh-Khadi.” I cleared my throat, calling his name trying my best to hold back the tears. I was one emotional ass gangsta.
“Khaza?” he asked, sneering into the phone. I imagined his facing contorted in anger on the other end of the phone.
“I…I’m sorry, man. That bullet was not intended for you.” I gathered myself together before I broke down. When he didn’t say anything, I took his silence as a sign for me to continue, “Bro… I-I’m sick. I was-“
He cut me off, “Fucking right you sick.” His voice boomed through the phone. “You fucking off your damn rocker nigga, if you think I’d ever forgive you for what you did.” He laughed into the phone, “How’s ATL?” he questioned, and my eyes widened in shock. “See what I keep telling myself is I damn near raised you and I’m just trying to figure out where the fuck I went wrong with your disloyal ass.” he spat with no remorse. “I was gon’ let yo ass make it if you would’ve just went back to Haiti and suck on mamon’s titty but since you living so foul that you had to go and hook up with the enemy…Gator. You picked your side stupid ass.” Damn I really fucked up this time…how the fuck this nigga knew I hooked up with Gator. “Quick question though did you reach out to him cause you’re just that disloyal and hurt or did that nigga reach out to you ‘cause I was man enough to wife my bitch up the right way and its killing him?” he laughed into the phone again.
