25. Lucia
Lucia
I leaned up in my bed with my face mask on, looking at the destruction that had unfolded in front of me. It was something out of a movie. I almost questioned if this was the news, or if I was watching a movie.
“A funeral procession turned deadly as gunfire erupted on the highway. The highway had to be shut down because of the turned over hearses with bodies inside of them. Authorities confirm that the shootout was between multiple individuals on motorcycles, shutting down traffic and leaving multiple people dead. Tanks flipped the hearses, leaving the drivers unable to get out. We’re working hard to pull footage up; however, authorities are having trouble pulling footage from nearby cameras. Law enforcement has not yet released details on suspects or motives, but they are urging anyone with information to come forward. They are working to figure out if this is a targeted attack.”
“No fucking shit, Sherlock,” I grumbled, as I whipped my favorite heated blanket from my legs and got out the bed.
No sooner than I was about to call him, his name popped up on my phone. “Tyshawn, what the fuck is going on? You claim that you wanted to take over and link with the devils… do you see what the fuck they did to that highway?”
“You fucking think we knew they were coming like that?”
Tyshawn had always been Rich’s little cousin that he kept around because he felt bad. His father was a junkie, and the boy needed guidance. He tried to lead him the right way and show him how to make something of himself.
Every time he tried to get him to do right, the boy always did wrong and then blamed everyone else for his problems. Rich had no choice but to distance himself from his cousin and step up and call the shots.
He allowed him to run around with his chest poked out like he ran shit, when in reality, nothing moved without Rich making the call. Tyshawn always wanted to be a leader and could never lead. I guess that is what happened when you were a damn junkie. Once upon a time, he had a girlfriend he was serious about. I don’t know what happened to that situation because he switched them like draws.
They never stayed around long because once they figured out the boy had anger issues, loved to get high, and he had hand problems, they realized he was more trouble than he was worth.
Even before Rich was murdered, we didn’t deal with him. All he had was one job and that was to link with the Del Devils and bring King Inferno to his knees. He took my husband away from me, then went and burned him to crisps.
I still had nightmares when I thought about how Rich looked before we buried him. He was in that coffin looking like Tiffany from ‘Seed of Chucky’. As angry as I was with him before he passed, he didn’t deserve that. It was up to me to continue going on and picking up where he left off.
The reason that we lived comfortably was because of what Rich was involved in. It was the reason we all lived decently, and with both him and Morgan gone, everything was on my back. I knew the district attorney was connected to the Inferno Gods, but she didn’t know who I was.
Each time I tried to schedule some time with her assistant, she told me she would get back to me. I’ve been waiting for weeks to sit down with her, and I still hadn’t heard back. I was starting to think that little puta was doing it on purpose.
I took matters into my own hands and showed up, pretending like I was in the neighborhood. God had been on my side because she happened to be talking to her assistant when I entered the office.
Her facial expression was stoic, and she was hard to read. I’ve been paying attention, and just because she was young and beautiful, didn’t mean she gave anybody any grace. It was floating around that she was strict and ran a tight ship.
She didn’t want me in her office, or to have a sit down, but she couldn’t toss me out. As she welcomed me in her office, I tried to make any kind of connection with her. Something that we would connect with, and she could let down her walls with me.
I tried to look for baby pictures or something that I could use, and her office had nothing. All she had was pictures of work commitments, and degrees on her wall. Nothing that let me know who she really was.
Of course, I knew she was an Inferno because of the case she had opened against the Jersey Police department, and the fact that Red sent the devils into her home. I’ve known Red for years, and he’s always been quiet.
When King Inferno killed Polo’s brother, he let the dam break and decided to go after his own blood. I’ve known about all the motorcycle gangs for years, and knew who I could trust after Rich was taken from me.
It was better to get in good with her. She would lead me to where that fucking bastard was, and I could get rid of him and Thea at the same time.
“Bitch, you hung up on me?” Tyshawn hollered.
I looked at the phone. “How does this look like you’re handling things? Tell me, how does this look like things are being handled?”
“Just cause you ask the question twice doesn’t mean I’m gonna have an answer. Polo’s fucking mother and sister are spread all over the highway. Do you think he has answers?”
I ended my call with Tyshawn, and called Red. “I saw what went on, Lucia.”
“You told me that the answer to your problem was to take out your brother, his sons, and take over the Gods so you can come back into the city. This is what you told me… said if you put the battery in Polo’s back that he would get it handled. Sure looks like he’s getting handled… his mama is on the highway and where are those Gods? Nowhere to be found like always… like ghosts. It’s like they have a secret weapon or something.” At this point, I was speaking more to myself than him.
Red didn’t give a damn that Polo’s brother was murdered. He knew that Polo had been wanting to step over lines when it came to Quasim, and he finally had the excuse. He had the motive, and all those plans failed and now I was watching this destruction on the damn news.
“I’m going to handle it. I got somebody on the inside that they don’t know about… you need to be patient.”
“Patient? I need that little boy fucking dead before we’re all fucking dead or in prison, Red!” I hollered, feeling my chest becoming tight. “Thea’s stupid ass couldn’t get the fucking job done, and now you ass fucks can’t even see how they are moving?”
“He fucking disarmed mutual grounds. My city is a fucking mess with killings and people out for blood. Quasim is like my brother, they are calculated and ruthless, you have to strike quick because you only get one chance at that.”
I had taken out his girlfriend, and he never saw it coming. It was time to send him with her. This was all Thea’s fault. Had she not been a neglectful mother and a damn junkie, he wouldn’t have taken Elijah from her with ease.
Can I even consider it taking him?
I took a deep breath and snatched my face mask from my face. “Well, strike now because if that little boy starts speaking, a lot of us are going away for a long fucking time. Fuck prison, Red… I want King Inferno dead!” I yelled, tossing my phone across the room.
Rich just had to fall in love with Thea and make plans to leave me for her. I wasn’t going any damn where. My place in Rich’s life had always been secured and I made sure to remove anyone that threatened that.
Thea was complicated because she had his baby, and he was so much in love with her. Told me that I needed to choose between him and killing her. I chose him because I didn’t want to lose him. He never threatened to leave me before, and the look in his eyes told me that he would. Rich saved her, and I knew what it meant once he got to saving bitches.
Cherie was one of his savior projects before she got with an Inferno. Despite knowing that they could never be, he still continued with her. Always calling and trying to see her, and she was always so fucking friendly.
She was being nice, as a friend, hoping that he got the picture. Rich never got the picture because he thought he and Cherie would be together one day. He thought that they would become one happy family, and she would leave her boyfriend.
As smart as he was, he never had any common sense to see that Cherie wasn’t interested in him. She handled him with friend gloves, and he was so caught up in her that he never saw it. He allowed his hate for Quasim to blind him.
I was a bit older than Rich, and I wasn’t losing him for a bitch that never wanted him. He needed me to show him the correct path, and that’s exactly what I did. He was willing to chase that gutta rat, when he had gained the attention of Vincent Morgan, and had the chance to make some real money, and not that bullshit city paycheck we were both bringing home.
Imagine moving into these big circles, because your future wife made sure that your distractions were gone. Only to turn around and he falls and sleeps with one of the bitches that we were harvesting eggs from?
Oy vey.