Chapter 24
That Same Night
I wanted my hittas to do more damage to Truce than what they did, but that bitch-ass cop intervened. Even though Truce was fucking my niggas up, I knew eventually they’d figure out a tactic to get his big ass to the ground and stomp him to his death.
The motherfucker was like Jeepers Creepers. It was like he could never die and had the strength of Achilles. I just needed to find his weak spot to take him down, and I knew that weak spot too.
Jela Janiya Jackson.
I was going to break her ass down so bad, she was going to need a wheelchair for the rest of her fucking life.
“How bad do you want us to do her, Daddy?” Kelly asked.
“Break her fucking legs so that bitch can never run or dance again.”
“Who’s to say he has her?” Brittany asked.
“Because I know my fuckin’ brother. Always trying to save a motherfucka. He’s about to be in for a rude awakening.”
I drove behind Truce at a distance for hours until he pulled onto a residential street out in Grosse Pointe Woods, Michigan.
When I used to visit him, he always had me meet him at a condo out in Southfield.
I used to look at him crazy because the nigga built houses for a living, but stayed in a basic-ass condominium.
I never questioned him about it because I didn’t give a fuck, but the house he just pulled into was his style.
Not too big, surrounded by woods, and just big enough for him and his big-ass ego to live comfortably.
I killed the lights and pulled in front of the neighbor's house across the street. I watched as he got out, holding his side with one hand and his bag in the other.
At least my niggas did injure his big ass. He deserved it.
He entered the house, and I got comfortable. I was sure Jela and Scottie were in that house; I just couldn’t confirm it yet. My eyes squinted, noticing two big-ass men rounding the house and standing on the porch.
Shit!
They held semi-automatic weapons in their hands while their heads were on a swivel. That gave me the confirmation I needed to know Jela and my daughter were indeed inside that house.
“They’re in there… I don’t know how many niggas he has surrounding the house, so we’re going to wait until they move. Let me get my daughter away from that bitch, and y’all can do whatever y'all want to that cum bucket.”
“Whatever you want us to do, baby. We’re ready for whatever,” Whitney assured.
“That’s what I like to hear. Let’s get this shit done and be out,” I told them as we lay in wait until it was time to strike.