Chapter 15 Ghana
The bum-ass Flo Ridaz had finally touched down in our city.
I had been waiting for this moment for over a week, and the day had finally arrived.
The fact that this nigga thought he could send a few of his flunkies down here to infiltrate our crew was his second mistake.
His first was threatening me like he didn’t blow my whole fucking life up, like he didn’t fuck my chick and have a baby with her.
When Nichelle called me with that information, I immediately asked Ruger to call for a meeting. I told them what Nich told me, verbatim, and when I thought they would try to talk me out of slicing Nico’s head off, they surprisingly were on my side.
Our crew typically didn’t condone violence, and Ruger and Jaxson would try to settle any beef before things went that far. But not only was Ruger pissed about the nigga sending the threat my way, but he was also pissed about everything that had happened before the hospital incident.
He didn’t like what went down at the park with them any more than I did. He especially hated that it upset my sister and had her coming out of character for the fuck shit Nich pulled, so he immediately sent ten of our crew members to Memphis to put their ears to the streets.
Omar and Chance, two of the MCR’s enforcers, told us they were headed our way fifteen deep, so the twenty-seven of us loaded our weapons, hopped on our bikes, and headed to what they thought was their hideout here in Highland Park, Michigan.
The amount of disrespect Nico exhibited to a nigga like me had to be a big joke. By now, I was sure Nichelle had told his ass about me.
They didn’t nickname me Gruesome for no reason.
Instead of him coming up here to face me and handle me like he said he would, he sent some of his crew up here to handle his light work.
Big fucking mistake.
Coming to another man’s territory with beef was like suicide, and the fact that Nico was back in Memphis, hiding like a bitch, proved that he was nothing more than a pussy with a mouth that hid behind panties.
And he was about to get fucked.
Ruger walked to the center of the warehouse, and I already knew he was about to give the speech.
“Listen up. Y’all already know how this goes.
We take care of this shit and get back home to our families.
One band, one sound, and no Rebel left behind.
Y’all got the plan, so let’s execute these niggas and get the fuck on.
” He looked at me. “Usually, I’d be getting in ya ass for always getting us into some shit, but this time, it ain’t on you.
This time, I’m a hundred percent in with shutting his ho ass down. ”
I nodded. “I was trying to be cool.”
“You’ve been doing good, my baby. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, man.”
He nodded.
“Yeah, we can always count on Grue to get us some action!” Slick exclaimed as everyone laughed.
“Let’s go shake their fuckin’ boots, my nigga,” Jax said.
I looked at him and said, “Indeed.”
“Rebels, let’s roll!” Ruger yelled.
I pulled my helmet down, turned up “Aktivated” by Sada Baby, and we all sped out of the warehouse.
It took us twenty minutes to get to the industrial block in Highland Park.
We parked at the far end of the block, a few buildings away from where they were, and waited.
According to our lookouts, they were set to ride on us in the next ten minutes.
We killed the engines on our bikes, keeping it quiet until they decided to emerge.
My heartbeat sped up and adrenaline surged. Even though I took my meds today, that burning feeling still heated my skin as soon as I heard the engines of their motorcycles. As soon as the first bike came out, I smiled menacingly at what I was about to do to these niggas.
“It’s showtime,” I said through the headset.
We all started our engines and sped down the alleyway to cut them off.
As soon as I saw the first bike, I stuck my foot out and kicked him hard.
He and his bike swerved hard, and he flew into the light pole.
That alerted the other members of their crew, and they sped up, trying to get away from us.
To no avail.
I sped up alongside them with Jax and Henny on my left, Ruger and Slick on my right, and the other MCR members behind us. When we got close enough, I pulled out my Desert Eagle and sent a shot to the back of one of their heads. He went down, and I kept shooting, using them as target practice.
“Surround ’em!” I heard Ruger. The crew sped up, trying to surround them, but they sent bullets our way, prompting us to fall back.
“Dirk! Fall back!” I yelled at one of our members when I saw one of the Flo Ridaz aiming a gun at him. Dirk merged down a block just before the nigga sent bullets his way.
That shit pissed me off.
“These niggas think they gon’ come to our city and fuck shit up?
” I was seething as I sped up on the nigga that shot at Dirk, then pulled on the side of him and sent a bullet through the front of his helmet.
He dropped on impact, and I kept going until I was on to the next nigga.
Holding my bike steady with one hand, I extended the other, grabbing him by his vest and yanking him off his little Ducati.
I kept a firm grip on his vest, dragging him against the pavement. I could hear his screams and felt an immediate satisfaction that he was in pain.
“Primo, you, Draco, and Villain, hit Pontchartrain. Tip, Slick, and Soul, y’all go through Palmer Park to cut them bitches off!
” Ruger said through the headset. I saw them trying to split up, but the Rebels were on their asses.
The one I was gunning for was leading the pack and was none other than Jeremy’s fuck ass.
I recognized his bike from anywhere. He always made it his business to try to stunt on me with the flip-flop orange-and-gold paint and chrome piping.
I became laser-focused on his ass alone as more gunshots could be heard. I could see him signaling to one of his members to go around the parkway, but before his crew member could get away, Ruger came from the left, putting a bullet into his head.
The streets were full of pandemonium and chaos. Jeremy hit a quick right, and I spun my bike around, following him.
“Grue!”
I heard Jaxson yell in my ear, but I was too focused on getting to the pussy nigga who thought it was smart to come for me. We raced down McNichols until he hit another right, going down Pilgrim. I smiled on the inside because up ahead was a dead end.
“Yeah, ho-ass nigga.” The dead end was approaching, and I pulled alongside him, kicking him off his bike. When I saw him go down, I hurried and stopped my bike, turning back around to go back to where he lay on the ground, groaning.
I stopped my bike and got off, hurrying over to him.
“Motherfucka!” he yelled out, holding his shoulder. “You broke my shit!”
“I’m about to break more than that, bitch.
” I took my boot and kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold.
I took out my phone and called John, who was on standby with the getaway van, and told him where to meet me.
He pulled up ten minutes later, tied Jeremy up, and tossed him in the back of the van.
“Take his ass to the warehouse,” I told him.
“You got it,” John replied, hopping back in the van and speeding off.
It was only a matter of time before Nico’s ass would be mine.
Back at the warehouse, Jeremy lay tied to the wooden table in the back room. I sat in the corner in a chair, waiting for his fuck ass to come to so I could find out Nico’s whereabouts. I knew he was still in Memphis because Chase and Omar said they lost him over the past few days.
Ruger had informed me an hour ago that they had executed the remaining Flo Ridaz and had our clean-up crew sweeping up the dead bodies from the streets.
My patience had run thin as I waited for his ass to wake up. I grabbed the sledgehammer, lifted it, and swung it as hard as I could at his ankle. The screams that filled the room got me excited as I repeated the process on his other ankle.
“Ahhhh! You bitch-ass motherfucka! Ahhh shit! Fuck you!” he screamed and cried.
“You should have stayed yo’ ass in Memphis and left me the fuck alone. Now you about to go back in a fucking box!” I sneered, pulling out my Swiss Army knife and slicing both his cheeks. “Tell me where that bitch Nico is hiding.”
“Fuck you! Puss’-ass bitch!”
I put the knife to his neck, pricking his skin while looking into his eyes.
“I’m trying really hard to spare ya life, but if you keep trying to stand behind that nigga, you gon’ lose a limb every time you don’t give me his location.”
“Fuck you, retarded-ass nigga! He found out Nichelle tipped you to us coming and off’d that stupid bitch. You ain’t gon’ never find that nigga. He went off the grid.”
Somehow, hearing that he did something to Nichelle did something to me.
Even though she did me dirty, I’d never wish death on her.
I didn’t believe his bum ass would take a new mother from her baby.
That nigga was too scared to come here and handle his business with me, so I didn’t want to believe he would do shit to Nich.
“And you ’bout to go off the grid with his ass.” I lowered the table until it hit the ground, just as Ruger, Jaxson, and Slick walked through the door.
“Damn, homie. You look like you pissed Freddy Krueger the fuck off!” Slick yelled while Ruger and Jaxson chuckled.
“We found him,” Ruger confirmed, letting me know they had Nico. “They’re about twenty minutes out.”
“Good. Make sure they bring his ass to me.”
“What you got planned for this sucka-ass nigga?” Jax asked.
“Watch and see.”
“Come on, man! I ain’t have shit to do with yo’ bitch fucking that nigga and having his baby! We wasn’t even coming here on that shit. He just told us to grab you up and bring you back to him!” Jeremy screamed.