Chapter 15 #2
“Baby, where you going? I thought we was going to have a little fun,” Arielle asked softly.
She looked sexy as fuck but she picked the wrong damn moment, so I snapped but still kept my cool.
“If you ever call me baby again, you will never feel or see me again Arielle… understood?”
“Yes King.”
With nothing else to say, I proceeded in what I had set out to do.
If Rellianah thought she could dictate on what I had going with Layloni, she was sadly mistaken.
I should’ve never got a taste or hit of pussy so good as hers.
Layloni was mine, whether she wanted to be or not, and that was final.
I couldn’t figure out what exactly I wanted to make out of us until I handled my unfinished business.
The same unfinished business that made me not sleep well at night.
I tossed and turned and slept maybe two good hours before waking up upset and full of anger.
Rellianah triggered more hatred towards the niggas that killed my father, and I planned on indeed finishing this shit for once and for all.
I was going to kill Troy, then go after my uncle Prince and that was that.
After finishing up my shower, I got dressed in all black and made a couple calls to make sure my target was right where I wanted him.
I put a girl on Troy before I left a couple months back to go back to Cali.
He moved her up as his main bitch and had her toting guns and training her to protect his bitch ass.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized she’s one of my bitches that was head over heels for me.
I knew I was going to have to end her, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
I was doing this mission solo, I didn’t need an army of niggas to back me like these niggas did.
I pushed every conflicted thought out of my head and slid into the used bucket I bought off a crackhead who probably stole it in the first place.
The inside of the car smelled like cheap cigarettes and stale liquor, the cracked steering wheel was rough beneath my palms as I started the engine and headed toward my destination.
Anticipation crawled through my body like electricity. My chest felt tight, my pulse heavy in my ears. I had waited for this moment for what felt like forever. Truth was, I had plenty of men who could’ve handled this for me right now. All it would’ve taken was one call.
But I wanted this myself.
I made it my mission to look all three of these men directly in their eyes before they took their final breath.
I didn’t give a damn how long it took to avenge my father or how long they thought they had to get away with it.
What they took from me could never be replaced.
They fucked me up in the worst way possible mentally.
Physically, I was strong. I knew how to move, how to calculate every step, how to protect myself. When my father died, I stepped right into his shoes like it was expected of me. The crown fell onto my head and everybody knew it belonged there.
But that didn’t mean I was happy. A year ago I finally admitted the truth to myself.
I was depressed, most times a nigga felt lonely and fucking loss. All the money in the world didn’t put a hold on my internal battles.
No matter how much time passed, I couldn’t imagine a world where my father’s absence didn’t haunt me.
Every other night I woke up soaked in sweat, my sheets twisted around my body after another nightmare replayed the night he died. My mind constantly tortured me with different scenarios—ways I could’ve saved him, ways I could’ve stopped it.
I replayed that night in my head at least five times a day. Sometimes more. It was unhealthy and something I learned to deal with.
These punk bitches shattered something inside me and probably didn’t even realize how deep the damage went.
The worst part? They weren’t strangers.
They were men who stood around me my entire childhood. Men who sat at our table, who laughed with my father, who watched me grow up. I called all three of them uncle.
Only one of them actually shared my blood.
I pulled myself out of my own repetitve thoughts, I slowed the car and parked a block away from the house Troy stayed in whenever he came to town.
The night air felt thick and humid when I stepped out the car. The street was quiet, the only sound was the faint buzz of insects somewhere in the distance.
Troy thought he was slick. Smart enough to build his empire, dumb enough to think nobody knew his routine. The only one who stayed hard to get close to was my uncle Prince.
That snake switched locations like he switched women and always had an army surrounding him. I already knew getting to him would be the hardest part.
After all, he was my father’s brother.
I adjusted my guns tucked into my waistband and checked the one in my hand, making sure the safety was off and silencer was secure.
I checked my burner phone then sent one quick message.
Everything green?
My phone buzzed almost immediately.
Green. In the master bedroom. Back door open.
A crooked smile spread across my face. This was almost too easy.
Too easy for my liking. Troy had always been stupid when it came to women.
Most of his security was female, and half of them he was sleeping with.
That was his first mistake. This nigga liked to flex women, its what made up most of his pride.
What he didn’t see coming was how pussy would certainly be his downfall.
You couldn’t expect jump-offs tangled in your bed to protect you with full loyalty.
Most of them hoes were only there for the money anyway.
He had one main girl who got jealous when he started favoring Meka more than her.
Meka told me that woman had already left.
That worked perfectly in my favor. Meka was trained.
Deadly. Point-blank accuracy every time.
I slipped through the open back door and stepped quietly into the laundry room. The house smelled like perfume, weed smoke, and something sweet burning in the air.
Music blasted from upstairs.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I saw two women standing at the counter completely naked, bent over a mirror with lines of cocaine laid out in front of them. The light-skinned one looked up first.
Her eyes widened.
The darker woman followed her gaze and froze.
Neither of them even got the chance to speak. I quickly sent two quiet shots. Both bullets landed dead center in their foreheads. Their bodies dropped instantly, blood slowly pooling beneath their heads. I stepped over them casually and walked into the living room.
Three more women lounged on the couch with their backs turned to me, laughing at something on the television.
Big mistake.
Three quick shots to the back of their skulls. Their laughter died instantly. They never even saw who sent them to meet their maker. I glanced toward the staircase which was clear. I quickly reloaded my favorite gun then head towards my last location.
My heart pounded hard with every step as I climbed two stairs at a time. The music upstairs thumped through the walls, vibrating through the house. I had studied the layout of this place long before tonight. I knew exactly where I was going.
When I reached the bedroom door, I turned the knob slowly and looked inside.
The sight almost made me throw up.
Troy was on all fours on the bed, his hairy ass pointed straight up in the air while Meka was behind him with her face buried between his cheeks like she was starving. She slapped both of his hairy ass cheeks then shoved two fingers in his ass.
The disgust that hit me was immediate. I swallowed down bile that rose up my throat. I couldn’t even look at this shit for more than a second.
One shot.
The bullet hit the back of Meka’s head, and her body collapsed sideways instantly.
Troy jumped off the bed so fast it almost looked cartoonish, he scrambled around the bed like a scared dog searching for his gun. The gun that wasn’t there. I silently thanked Meka for removing them earlier. May she rest in peace blissfully. I eyed her limp body.
I fired a shot beside Troy just to watch him panic. The fear hit him so hard he pissed himself. The stream of pee sprayed across Meka’s lifeless face.
“It’s not respectful to piss on the dead… although I enjoyed pissing on Carlos.”
Troy slowly turned toward me. The terror in his eyes was almost satisfying.
“King…” He said with hope in his tone. “Let’s talk money.”
“Fuck money,” I snapped. “I got plenty of it. Where the fuck is my dad?”
He dropped his head in defeat.
That only made my rage explode. I shot him in the shoulder then got annoyed with the high pitch scream he released.
“My pops in the dirt, nigga!” I roared. “That’s where my father is!”
Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his bleeding shoulder.
“I didn’t want this shit, man!” he cried. “Prince wanted it! Me and Carlos got caught up in it!”
I stared at him coldly.
“Grab that phone on your nightstand and call Prince.”
“Just kill me, King.” He whimpered out like a pussy.
“I will kill you,” I said calmly. “But I’ll make it slow if you don’t do what I say.”
He shakily grabbed the phone of the nightstand, clicked a couple of buttons then placed it on speaker. The moment Prince answered, I snatched the phone.
“What the fuck you want now Troy?” Prince snapped.
“He wants his life, Prince.” I said gravely.
Prince chuckled.
“Wrong move, King. You should’ve stayed out the way, nephew.”
“Just like you should’ve stayed out my father’s way.” I negated with a flick of my hand.
Silence filled the line. That was enough for me. I emptied the clip into Troy’s skull until the gun clicked empty. Then I spit on his body. I snapped a picture of him and sent it straight to Prince with a devil emoji.
Two down. One left.
Prince’s death wouldn’t be quick like Troy’s. I planned on making that nigga suffer.
Because now…
I was playing chess.
And the last thing I had to do before leaving Mississippi was bring my mother back to California with me. This time she didn’t have a choice.