Chapter 13 #2
He’s in his zone. All outside noise is tuned out and his focus is his targets and how he’s going to reach each one.
Failure isn’t an option and not making it back to Sunjiya is unthinkable.
A swift, precise in and out is his plan and he’s mentally mapping it out.
When he’s a few feet from the gate, he pulls out his utility knife and pops the blade.
The knife is for the two guards at the gate.
They need to go first, fast, and without any sound.
Their booth is ideal for setting up his desert tech.
Because it has a reach up to four thousand yards and extreme power and muzzle energy, Akeem will be able to pick the other guards off one by one before they know what’s happening or see him.
After removing the rifle and laying it in the grass, Akeem approaches the gate booth. As soon as the first guard spots him, he walks out.
“Hold up,” he says in an authoritative tone. “This is private property,” he says. The other guard walks out too, confused. No one walks back here. When Akeem keeps approaching, the guard calls out louder. “Hold the fuck—”
His words halt when the blade from the knife slices his neck.
Before the other guard can register what just happened, Akeem is in his face running the bloody blade across his neck.
Both men reach for their sliced necks then fall to the ground.
One by one, Akeem hooks his arms under theirs and drags them to the other side of the booth.
Then he retrieves the rifle and steps into the booth.
Although security lights surround the massive home and light illuminates from actual rooms in the house, he needs crystal clear sight for clean, one-shot kills.
After setting up the rifle, he adjusts the scope for thermal vision and surveys the grounds.
Unlike his first night, only six guards are on the property tonight. The main entrance is down one.
Starting with the guards around the house, he swiftly takes out the three by the trees.
The two by the garage are next. The last one in front of the main entrance is so close to the door.
There’s a risk that his falling body might hit the door and cause noise to alert the inside of the house.
So Akeem packs his rifle, straps it onto his back, pulls out his nine, then sprints toward the door.
By the time the guard sees him, it’s too damn late.
Akeem sends one right between his eyes. As suspected, the main entrance to the house opens and it’s Big Man.
His life ends the instant Akeem’s bullet pierces his heart.
His large body slams into the floor and bullets fly through the door from the shooter inside.
They miss Akeem and he stealthily moves to the window.
Shots continue to fly through the door as Akeem grabs his rifle.
Once it’s positioned, he peeks through the window and spots the shooter walking down the stairs.
Akeem sends a shot through the window, piercing his heart.
When the shooter falls forward down the stairs, Akeem enters the house, rifle in hand.
“Pierre! Pierre! Louis!” Marcelin’s thick accent booms. “Sa k pase!” he yells. Akeem follows his frantic voice to the very room where they’d first met. Marcelin stands behind his desk, gripping a gun. When he sees Akeem, his eyes widen in surprise. “You?”
“Yeah, me. Where is she?” Akeem barks.
“I’m paying you to find her!” he yells.
“Drop the fucking gun and cut the shit. Where the fuck is she?” Akeem demands as he steps closer to Marcelin.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” Marcelin says, angering Akeem. He fires his gun and sends a bullet clean through Marcelin’s shoulder. The force and pain cause Marcelin to drop his gun and yelp out in agony. “Get manman ou!” he yells.
“English, muthafucka!” Akeem grits.
“Fuck you,” Marcelin spits before dropping into his chair. His arm hurts like hell and blood’s pouring out.
Akeem gets into his face and rests the still hot tip of the rifle on Marcelin’s forehead. “Tell me where she is?” he demands and Marcelin sucks his teeth.
“I don’t know what the fuck you talking about,” Marcelin grits. His refusal to tell Akeem where Tanjaya is located fuels Akeem’s anger and annoyance. He pulls the rifle back and slams it into the side of Marcelin’s face. “Get manman ou!” he repeats in his native tongue before spitting out blood.
Akeem may not know exactly what Marcelin’s saying but he gets the point.
This muthafucka’s trying to fucking flex.
While removing zip ties from his pocket, Akeem glares into Marcelin’s eyes.
“I’m going to find her and be right back.
Count yo’ minutes nigga, because when I return, I’m going to kill you.
Not one clean shot either. I’m going to pierce your thighand then your stomachso you feel each of your last excruciating minutes on this earth. ”
Akeem yanks Marcelin’s injured arm back first and he screams like a wounded animal.
Although he tries to resist as Akeem ties his arms together, the pain limits his abilities.
However, his efforts, even though unsuccessful, infuriate Akeem.
Before tying Marcelin’s ankles to the legs of the chair, Akeem removes his nine and sends a bullet through Marcelin’s knee.
“Shit!” Marcelin screams before passing out.
“Beats women but can’t take pain,” Akeem mumbles in disgust.
After securing both of Marcelin’s ankles, Akeem drags the chair from behind the desk to the middle of the room.
Then, with his nine aimed and ready, he heads out of the room in search of Tanjaya in the massive house.
As he searches, he squeezes accelerant on the floor, setting things up for their departure and destruction of the home.
“Tanjaya! Tanjaya. I’m here to help. Your sister, Sunjiya sent me!” he yells, hoping she might respond, yell out, and reveal her location. However, there’s nothing.
She might be tied up and gagged, he thinks as he ventures though downstairs.
When Sunjiya sees him turn to go down the long hall and disappear, she creeps in through the front door.
Unable to remain in the car and away from the action, she exits fifteen minutes prior and has been hiding out front, away from Pierre’s lifeless body.
The sounds of the gunshots and Marcelin’s cries sent a satisfying chill through her body as she waited and now it’s her turn with the monster.
As soon as she enters Marcelin’s favorite room, she rushes toward him and shoves Akeem’s nine into Marcelin’s mouth before he can talk. However, his bugged-out eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and deflated body says it all and shocked is an under-fucking-statement.
Pure pleasure floods her entire soul. Seeing him bleeding, injured, and tied up like this is euphoric and damn near orgasmic. She snickers as she mushes his bloody shoulder with her free hand. The muffled yelp he emits makes her snicker louder.
“Oh that hurts, muthafucka?” she asks sarcastically as she straddles his lap. “Good,” she grits. “I’ve waited forever, Mercy, to do to you all the shit you did to me to you. I’m going to hurt you tonight, real bad.”
Akeem might not truly know who she is and Aunt Pri definitely has her doubts and suspicions but Marcelin knows exactly who the woman with vengeance boiling in her eyes is. It’s Tanjaya and she’s here, but how?
“You miss me?” she taunts sarcastically as she shoves the gun deeper into his mouth.
The butt hits his throat and he gasps. “Oh, you don’t like that?
Really? I thought you loved to see a ‘bitch deep throat your shit’,” she snaps, imitating his tone and heavy accent.
Those very words used to make her throw up but now the tables have turned.
She’s got the upper hand and power. For the next few moments, she’s his predator and he’s her prey.
“Mmm,” he groans in agony and she snickers.
After shifting on his lap, she leans in and whispers into his ear.
“For almost three miserable years you treated me like shit.
You beat my ass, kept me locked up in this stupid ass house, forced me to be with those other niggas in that nasty ass club, like I was nothing. I fucking hate your coward ass.
“I’ve been plotting your death since the first time you put hands on me.
Before you die, I think you should know the truth.
Pierre, your homeboy and brother, helped me escape.
His big ass was in love with me right under your powda ass nose and you were too fucked up to know it.
It was him who left my door unlocked. He turned off the alarm system and monitors and distracted your stupid ass goons.
I left while you were high as shit. And the money!
Yeah! That was me too. I did it all and I have three hundred and sixty thousand dollars of your damn money,” she reveals and his eyes damn near pop out his head.
Marcelin’s paranoia consumes every aspect of his life.
In his cocaine influenced mind, everyone and everything is always out to get him and take what he has.
His top assets are Tanjaya and his cash.
The majority of his money is stashed in his cash room, protected by a super-sized vault door with a two-foot steel front plate that’s ballistic and people resistant.
Well, all people except her. During a severe cocaine binge, she managed to get the code to the vault, and every time he was incapacitated, she took the opportunity to pilfer stacks of cash over a year.
“You’re so fucking dumb, I swear. First, Pierre and now Akeem,” she says and his eyebrows practically kiss.
“Yeah, Akeem. You hired and paid the man who got me here, gave me the gun, and taught me to shoot. For once in my life, God favored me and look at this. The one part of my plan that was missing, you paid for it. Stupid ass,” she says, then grins.
“You paid for your own death. This shit is so perfect,” she says while jamming the gun deeper.
Then, forcefully, she yanks it out of his mouth. He tries to speak.
“You fu—” he begins but the butt of the gun crashes into his mouth instantly, stopping him, and the sound of two of his teeth shattering blends with his scream.
“Shut the fuck up before he hears you,” she says, mindful that Akeem’s search of the home for her, Tanjaya, might be ending soon.
Marcelin’s lips and tongue tighten from swelling. Even if he wants to speak, he can’t. He’s in pain, real ass pain, and his pride is bruised as fuck. Pierre betrayed him and helped his bitch escape and this same bitch is here, doing this to him.
“Ugh,” he groans lowly.
“I’m tired of hearing you cry. Shit, I’m sick of hearing you fucking breathe,” she admits with disgust before slamming the butt of the gun back into his mouth.
The pain is so great, Marcelin temporarily blacks out.
Her hand slapping the side of his face wakes him.
“Wake your weak ass up!” she yells. “It’s time for me to perform.
” After easing off his lap, she steps back and starts yelling at the top of her lungs.
“You killed her! God, you killed my fucking sister! Where is her body you muthafucka!”
Her screams are heard by Akeem at the top of the staircase and he stops midstride to make sure he’s hearing right. “Sunjiya?” he questions to himself.
“Where the fuck is she?” she yells even louder.
That is her! Why the fuck is she in here?
“Sunjiya! Sunjiya! Where are you?” he yells as he sprints down the stairs.
Hearing him, she takes a deep breath, changes her facial expression to distraught, then yells, “Where is she?” again before sending three shots into Marcelin’s body, one in his face and two into his chest. “Muthafucka,” she utters under her breath before turning around.
Akeem stands in the door, gun aimed. However, he drops it when he sees tears streaking down her cheeks.
He rushes toward her and she collapses into his arms. He catches her, and when his arms cocoon her, her fake tears turn into real ones.
Her emotions come out of nowhere and scare her but she releases and lets her tears flow.
The man who’d hurt her repeatedly for two years and eleven months finally got what he deserved.
Marcelin’s evil ass is dead and she would have never gotten the opportunity if it wasn’t for Akeem.
Marcelin unknowingly hired the very man who would make this possible for her.
Akeem taking her that day in Crescent Falls was not part of the plan at all.
The unexpected kidnapper saved her in so many ways and having him in this moment has her emotions all over the place.
As Akeem holds her, he glances at Marcelin’s slumped body.
“What happened?” he asks calmly although he’s far from it. This isn’t how this shit was supposed to play out. Fuck!
“He killed her,” she cries. “He killed Tanjaya. That bastard killed her and won’t tell me where her body is. He wouldn’t. God! He wouldn’t. I had to kill him. I had to,” she says frantically.
“Damn,” Akeem utters. “I’m so sorry.” He was too late.
He couldn’t save her and failed Sunjiya, he thinks disappointedly as he continues to hold her.
He wants to hold her all night, but right now, they need to get out of her.
Reluctantly, he grabs the sides of her arms and looks into her tear-stricken face.
“We have to go right now, okay?” he says calmly but sternly and she nods in understanding.
Her sadness causes his chest to constrict but he remains steady. “Let’s go,” he says.
After releasing her, he grabs his gun from the floor then leads her out of the house.
Before heading back to the car, he grabs a branch from the shrubbery by the door, lights it, and tosses the flaming branch into the house.
Briskly, and in total silence, they journey back to the car and drive away from Marina Bay.
As they leave, the man, her horrible memories, and the house that held them and her hostage goes up in flames.
All traces of her life as Tanjaya burn as well. She’s finally free to truly be Sunjiya.