Chapter 11
“Fuck, baby! Yesss! Fuck me, Damien!” Britt yelled while I gave her back shots. King Von’s “Took Her to the O” blared through the speakers of her two-bedroom townhouse, which I purchased two weeks ago to keep her ass from doing what she promised.
Sweat poured down my forehead as I fucked her until she could barely talk.
I had been fucking her for over thirty minutes now, since I was high off the X and Hennessy.
Both of my phones had gone off multiple times, but I ignored them, trying to bust this nut on Britt’s tonsils.
When I felt myself about to blow, I pulled out of her.
“Catch this shit,” I told her.
Without hesitation, she flipped over, opened her mouth, and I shot my load down her throat.
I fell over on the bed, trying to catch my breath as she began kissing my chest and down my stomach.
I grabbed my phones from the nightstand, seeing multiple missed calls from my best friend, Shooter, and my lieutenant, Rock.
Off top, I knew it had to be an emergency.
“Stop!” I yelled, pushing Britt off me when she tried to suck my dick to get me back up.
She pushed me back. “You need to fucking chill. Stupid ass.”
“What the fuck you just say?”
She scooted from the bed and headed out to the room. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, you say that shit on your way out the door because you know I would have busted you in your shit. You better be glad I don’t feel like beating ass today.”
I could hear the bathroom door slam as I hit Shooter’s number to hit him back. The phone only rang once before he picked up. “Nigga, where the fuck you at?”
“Around. What’s going on?”
“Mannn, them bitch-ass Renegades just ran up on Monty, beat his ass, and took his work. One of them niggas told him if we cross over into their territory again, they coming with the choppers. We need to handle them niggas like yesterday, fam.”
Anger seared through me as I picked up the bottle of Hennessy and guzzled some down. “Where y’all at?”
“At the main spot.”
“In a minute.” I hung up and began tossing on my clothes. Britt brought her fat booty ass back in the room, and I was tempted to let her finish what she started.
“Where you going?” she asked. “You’re not going to shower with me?”
“Nah, I gotta go. Some shit went down that I have to go take care of.”
“Are you coming back?”
“I don’t know, Britt. Just stay cool until I come back.”
“If you don’t come back within the next twenty-four hours, I’ll be right at your front door with my bags. Don’t play with me. Buying me this townhouse ain’t gon’ stop me either.”
“Man, gone with that bullshit.”
“Think I’m playing!” she shouted at my back as I hurried down the stairs and out the door.
The twenty-minute ride to my house was cut down to fifteen.
I sped through traffic trying to get to my house to grab my choppers.
Since niggas wanted to act out, I was about to nut the fuck up.
Fuck Law being Truce’s best friend. That nigga was about to feel some fucking heat for fucking with my hitta and my money.
I pulled into my driveway, and something seemed eerily off.
There wasn’t one light on in the house. I hurriedly got out of my truck and rushed up the walkway.
My first thought was that those bitch-ass niggas unalived my girl and my baby, but no one knew where I lived besides my family, Shooter, two of my other loyal soldiers, and Brittany.
I pulled my gun from my hip and opened the door, leading with my gun.
“Alexa! Turn on the lights!” The house lit up, and my eyes scanned the living room, dining room, and entrance to the kitchen. “Jela!”
No answer.
I walked over to the intercom and called for her. Still, no answer.
“The fuck? Jela! Yo’ ass better be in the fucking shower!” I yelled, rushing up the stairs to our bedroom.
When I made it up, I pushed open the doors. I looked around but didn’t see too much out of the ordinary until I checked the closet. Half of her clothes were gone, and a few pairs of shoes. I checked the drawers, and her underwear was gone, along with her jewelry box.
“I know this stupid bitch ain’t leave this fucking house!” I growled out, rushing to my office to check the footage.
When I opened the security app, I could see everything up until she walked into my office, and then the video feed cut.
I swiped the computer onto the floor, realizing what she had done.
There was no way this broad had the guts to leave me.
Somebody had put a battery in her back, and I knew it had to be Neveah’s tack head ass.
I hurriedly dialed her number, but it rang out to voicemail.
I checked Jela’s location, and it showed that she was here.
I went through her text messages and phone calls next, using the phone clone app, and all I saw were her last messages to me, my moms, and the wedding planner, canceling the wedding altogether.
“Fuck!”
I called Neveah’s phone, and her shit went to voicemail, too, so I sent her a text.
Me:
If Jela don’t bring her ass back to this house with my daughter, I’m gon’ fuck both of y’all up! I ain’t playing with you, Nev, since you want to be captain save-a-ho!
I then sent one to Jela.
Me:
I don’t know what drugs you smoking, but if you don’t bring your bitch ass back here, I’m going to come find you and you ain’t gon’ like what imma do to ya ass! You got me fucked up!
I walked out of the office and went to take a shower. When I got out, I hurriedly dressed, then checked my phone, seeing no text from Jela, but one from Neveah.
Nev:
First of all, don’t you ever threaten me. You got me fucked up. If she left you, good for her! But you don’t want these problems Damien. So cool the fuck out.
Me:
You saw what the fuck I said. Try me.
Nev:
LOL! Goofy ass nigga. You try me and see what will happen.
I don’t know who the fuck she thought she was, but just for that, I was going to choke the shit out of her dumb ass. These hos had me fucked up. Once I got my hands on Jela, her funky ass was going to wish she had never left this fucking house.
I pulled onto the block, noticing all of my workers in attendance.
I didn’t need to say shit as they all hopped in their rides.
Shooter got in the car with me, and everyone followed us to Roben, where the bitch-ass Renegades hung out.
One thing Damien Senior taught me was to never let shit slide with nobody.
Them Renegade niggas really thought I was pussy or some shit.
They asses were about to learn today.
“This shit has been long overdue. It’s time to stop playing this fucking cat-and-mouse game with these bitch-ass niggas.”
“Facts,” I responded to Shooter, getting in my zone to kill these motherfuckers.
“You better warn Tru that he’s about to put on that black suit.”
“I ain’t telling him shit! Fuck Tru and fuck Law too. This nigga been playing with me for too long. I’m about to shut his ass down, permanently.”
I could feel Shooter’s eyes on me, and I knew why.
I had never said, “fuck my brother” before, but Truce was on some shady shit at the moment.
I didn’t want to think he had anything to do with Jela leaving me, but it's mighty funny that right after I introduced them, her ass started stepping out of pocket.
Then, Neveah mysteriously wanted to start hanging out with her, and days later, that bitch call herself “leaving me.” Yeah, it was starting to smell real fucking fishy around this bitch, and I was about to catch me a few of them motherfuckers—hook, line, and sinker.
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d say fuck him. What he do?”
“Nothing, nigga…”
“I’m just asking. He always thought he was better than everybody, anyway. So, yeah, fuck’em.”
“I’m the only nigga that can speak ill of my brother. You can't, so don’t do too much, my guy.”
Shooter chuckled. “Yeah, okay, D.”
The rest of the ride was silent as I put out a text explaining how we were about to shut these niggas down.
Me:
No questions. No stopping. Light the block up.
They replied, saying “say less” as we approached the block.
Approaching the location, my heart thumped, but not out of fear. My ass was ready to handle this, so I could find Jela and beat her ass for playing with me. Before I could turn the corner, the sound of gunshots filled the air that didn’t come from my shooters or me.
“Fuck!” I screamed out.
I did a U-turn in the middle of the block, rolling my window down slightly to signal my team to fall back.
Shooter and I were in my bulletproof whip, but my team wasn’t, so while we were good, they were in danger.
I could see three of the five cars that came with me trailing behind us as we sped back down the block.
They were shooting back, but apparently, they were missing since the gunfire didn’t stop until we were off the block.
“How the fuck did they know we were coming?” Shooter yelled.
“I don’t know. I’m sure they were anticipating us coming through. I should have fuckin’ waited,” I replied. “But this shit ain’t over. Believe that.”