Chapter 2 Jaseon ‘Slash’ McKnight Jr #2
Looking both ways down the empty streets, I made sure my hoodie and mask were secure before I began to pick the locks to the small family home.
On my way out of the hospital, I received a call from Marshall asking me if I was in a position to take a last-minute job.
He was a childhood friend of mine due to our fathers being close.
Anytime one needed the other, we never hesitated to be there.
Once I heard the lock click, I eased into the home, quietly closing it behind me.
There was no security system to disarm, and I was relieved.
He also informed me that the wife and kids were out of town for the weekend, so it was the perfect time to pull up on John.
Marshall kept the information behind the kills to a minimum, and that was fine with me.
I couldn’t care less as long as I was compensated.
Oftentimes, I wondered why I put myself in these types of situations.
By no means did I consider myself a hitman.
I was simply a man who knew his way around the human body.
When Marshall wanted to get rid of a problem without raising flags with the authorities, he would call me to either eliminate the problem or to be aware of one incoming so that I could clean up the issue.
Tonight, I was the problem solver.
After making sure the downstairs was empty, I took the stairs one at a time, leading to the second floor of the home.
Upon reaching the top, I could see a small light flickering from one of the bedroom doors.
Quietly, I checked the other rooms that I knew belonged to John’s two daughters.
Coming up empty, I placed my hand on the knob to the last bedroom, pushing the door open.
Brows furrowed, I sighed as I wasn’t expecting a two-for-one special.
“Oh, John, right there…” the unknown woman moaned as she threw her head back in ecstasy, riding John lazily. “You’re on my spot.”
“From here, that pussy looks dry as fuck, but what do I know?”
My words startled them both as I entered the room. Scrambling to cover themselves, I flipped the light switch and watched as they both stared at me in horror.
“Not only will your wife come back home to your dead body, but the body of your mistress too.”
“W-Who are you and what do you want?” John stammered as he eased off the bed with his hands in the air. “I don’t have any money on me, but if you follow me to the ATM—”
“I’m not here to bargain with you, nigga.
” I crossed my arms and mugged him. “Find some draws and cover that wrinkled-ass dick. From the looks of it, you barely have enough for the missus and got the nerve to be out here cheating.” I watched him scurry to do as I demanded once I waved toward the nightstand with Kimbo, my Kukri Machete.
I kept a Glock on me, too, but my knife would always be my go-to.
“Loose-ass skin and balls just flapping everywhere. Hurry up and cover that shit before you piss me off.”
With my eyes on him as he covered himself, my ears were ringing from the cries of his mistress. She picked the wrong night to creep with a married man, and she would now pay for the sins that had nothing to do with her.
“Just let me leave, and you can sort out the issues you have with John.” She cried with pleading eyes, clutching the sheets for dear life. “P-Please let me go.”
I ignored her with my eyes still on John. “I tell you what? You keep a handgun in your nightstand,” I stated, remembering the conversation with Marshall. John’s eyes bucked at my revelation. “Shut her up, and we can talk about letting you live.”
With tears rolling down his face, he eyed me for a moment before dragging his eyes over to his bawling mistress.
I propped myself against the wall with my hands in my hoodie to see how this would all play out.
Pulling my buzzing phone from my pocket, I silenced it when I saw it was Sheena.
I guess she was off work and wanted some dick.
“Arlene, come here, baby…” John cried as he began to crawl back onto his bed.
The fear in her eyes was evident as she tried to scramble away from him. Getting tangled in the sheets, he grabbed her by her ankles as she screamed and tried to kick him off.
“Get away from me!” she shrieked as she finally broke free. “Have you gone crazy? You can’t do this to me!”
“I have a wife and kids!” he shouted as he leaped across the bed. “I have a career. If getting rid of you is all I have to do to leave here alive tonight, then so be it!”
Before she could head for the door, he sent two bullets into her naked body. I watched as her back arched before she dropped to the ground. A pool of blood began to form around her lifeless body instantly.
“Oh my God!” He dropped the gun at his feet and cried. “What have I done?”
“You did what you had to do to save yourself.” I shrugged, pushing off the wall. “I know nothing about you, but I know you’re a selfish man. It could be why Marshall wants you gone.”
At hearing his name, I could see the blood drain from his face. Stumbling to his feet, he went to speak, but the vibration of his phone grabbed his attention.
“You might want to grab that,” I suggested.
Nervously, he took small steps back over to his nightstand.
He pressed a few buttons on his phone before gasping and falling to his knees.
Walking over, I bent down and noticed a picture of his family on the screen.
An unknown incoming call flashed on the display.
Taking it upon myself, I answered on speaker to let the call connect.
“Mr. Miller… You’ve made some bad business choices and swindled a lot of people out of money they don’t have.” Marshall’s raspy voice filled the room. “You’re a selfish man, and you only think about yourself. Your family will pay for your sins.”
Disconnecting the call, I stepped back and watched this nigga curl up in a ball and cry like a bitch. Niggas killed me by doing flaw shit but crying like hoes when their back is against the wall.
“Get the fuck up nigga.” I frowned, kicking his feet.
“Don’t make me say it twice.” With his snot dripping everywhere, I stepped back as I pulled my machete from my hoodie.
If he got that shit on me, I was going to paint this room even redder.
“Somebody’s going to die, but it’s up to you who it’s going to be.
I can call M back and tell him to kill your family, or you can be selfless for once in your life and put someone before yourself.
” I nodded toward the gun that was at his feet. “What’s it going to be?”
Crying still, I could see him contemplating what he should do. He had about six minutes to make up his mind before I made it for him. Dropping his head, he picked the handgun up from the floor, closed his eyes, and began to mumble a prayer.
“Nigga does this look like a fuckin’ alter call?” I snapped, growing impatient as I pulled out my cell phone. “Consider your family dead—”
Pow!
With his eyes on me, one shot to the temple ended his life instantly at his own hand. Still dialing Marshall’s number, I stepped over the dead bodies as the call connected.
“Slash…”
“Murder-suicide.” I breathed as I jogged down the stairs. “You owe me double for the extra body.”
“Not a problem.” I could hear him exhale on the other end, and I knew it was those funky-ass cigars. “I see you got real creative with that nigga. This is why you’re the best at what you do.”
“I know,” I said, hearing him chuckling as I disconnected the call.
Slab or home, it didn't matter to Slash. When he showed up, whoever was alive wouldn't be by the time I left.
Stepping out onto the porch, I closed the door behind me as I tightened the strings on my hoodie, looking up and down the street.
Right as I took the last step, I glanced over under the streetlight and locked eyes with an unknown female.
I could see her eyes widen at my machete before she scrambled with her keys to get inside her vehicle.
Standing in the middle of the street, I placed my hands in my joggers and watched as her taillights disappeared into the night.
“Hmph.” I smirked as I made my way toward the unmarked Chevy. “Looks like I have a little dilemma.” Pulling out my cell, I went to my last call and redialed Marshall.
“Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
“Yeah, well…” I eased into the car, getting comfortable in my seat as I lit the end of my pre-rolled blunt. “We may have a problem.”
Finally home and out of the shower, the adrenaline from the day was still flowing through my veins.
Taking a life gave me a high that the strongest drug couldn’t even compete with.
Having someone’s life in my hands was powerful.
Being able to decide if one died or lived was a god-like feeling that I would never get tired of.
Hearing my phone vibrate near the sink, I picked it up and noticed that it was Sheena letting me know she was outside.
I intended to ignore her invitation to see me tonight, but after killing John, inadvertently his mistress, and the threat of the unknown broad, I had steam that needed to be worked off.
Instead of wrapping the towel around my waist, I decided to go downstairs and answer the door as is.
“Hey, baby!” She licked her lips, eyeing my naked body as I opened my front door. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to end the night without seeing me.”