Chapter 10 Jaseon Jr #2
“You know… I can do more damage with this little knife than I can with a bullet.” I took the sharp blade and dragged it across his chest. Even though trickles of blood began to appear, I didn’t apply that much pressure, so his muffled screams weren’t warranted yet.
“Do you want to tell me what happened to my dad’s shit?
” His eyes traveled over to my dad before he brought them back to me. “I don’t have all day.”
Walking over, Uncle Mitch removed the tape from his lips. Tears ran down the corner of Chris’s eyes as he glanced around the room at us all.
“Y-You all made my baby brother kill himself!” he responded with spit and pure venom in his tone. “You took him from me. J-Jamal was all I fuckin’ had.”
Taking my knife, I pressed it deeper into his chest, causing his flesh to split open. Blood squirted everywhere as his tissue came into view. Chris was talking, but he wasn’t saying anything I wanted to hear. Dragging the knife up higher, more tissue became exposed as he cried out in pain.
“Wait a minute, Slash.” My father walked over, stopping me from slicing him deeper. “What the fuck do you mean we killed your damn brother?” Glancing over his shoulder, he eyed Mitch. “Didn’t we let that lil’ nigga go because he said he wanted to get out of the streets?”
My Uncle Mitch nodded as he walked back over and leaned against the wall.
Giving his attention back to Chris, my father frowned in confusion.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about then.
We let you go because you said you weren’t getting enough money.
Then, we let your brother go because he wanted to better himself.
Shit, we even gave that nigga a job at the casino after that because he was solid.
So tell me, after all of that, why in the fuck did you think it would be a smart idea to run in my shit? ”
Chris’s eyes bulged at the revelation.
“Yeah, nigga, we have cameras, and you’re the only one that didn’t have a fuckin’ mask.”
“You better tell me something useful, or I’m going to make you suffer all night.
” I gripped his jaw, causing him to yelp in pain.
It was apparent that it was broken by his slurred speech.
“To make you more inclined to give us some info, let me let you in on something.” I pushed his face away from me, making him scream in agony.
“Jamal didn’t kill himself, but someone did.
You thought you were running in my father’s shit to get what?
Revenge? You thought he was behind your brother’s demise when all he wanted to do was help the lil’ nigga.
You might as well go ahead and tell me who you’re working with.
It’s not fair that you and your brother die and those niggas don’t. ”
“Ahhhh!” he screamed out in pain as I grabbed a bottle of alcohol and squirted it all over his open wounds. “I-I didn’t know he was murdered!” He cried as his body shook from the pain. “I was played. H-He told me—”
“Womp. Womp. Wompppp!” I heard my father sing behind me, causing us all to cackle. “Who the fuck helped your dumb ass run in my spot? It’s late, and I’m ready to go home and fuck—”
“You better not say it, nigga.” I tossed a sneer at my father and pointed the scalpel at him. “If you mention my mama, I swear, I will gut you next. I’ll send you home to Mama like a fillet-o-fish, Pops. Keep playin’!”
Huffing and puffing like the shit meant something, he folded his arms and mugged the shit out of me. The fellas laughed at our antics, but I was serious. My dad knew that shit made me sick to my stomach when he spoke about my mama in that manner.
“Listen, I don’t know much about the other guys…
” Chris’s scared voice pulled me from thoughts of cutting my dad.
“I met Rowan in Willow Springs when I started serving him. As far as the other guy, all I know is he is fuckin’ on Row’s sister.
” His body shook as he cried uncontrollably.
“He was more of Jamal’s friend, and I don’t know much about him outside of him owning a construction company here in the city. ”
Hearing a chair behind me screech, I noticed it was Jamir.
He was so quiet, I damn near forgot he was here.
My brother was smart as fuck, but he was awkward at times.
He didn’t care too much for this part of the business, but he was the truth when it came to all things tech.
My father usually used my Uncle Tef when he needed information, but Jamir was adamant about being able to help in some way.
“You okay, baby boy?” I called out to him with my voice full of concern. He looked like he wanted to throw up and be anywhere but here. “Maybe you should step out for a minute.”
“I-I’m fine.” He gulped loudly and typed away at his computer. “Just give me a second to find this Rowan guy before you kill the man. I may need more information to locate him.”
Giving him a quick nod, I leaned against the table that held Chris and waited for Jamir’s findings. To those on the outside, I was cold. I didn’t give a fuck about anyone who wasn’t my family. To the ones I loved, I was a patient man, especially when it came to my parents and siblings.
“Got something.” Jamir stood from his seat and walked over to the metal table. The fellas gathered around, but I stayed back because I didn’t want to get blood on anyone. “It says here that Rowan Reid is the owner of Reid’s Construction. He’s been in business for over a decade.”
He continued to type as we all viewed the photos and findings of the Rowan nigga. Seeing that he was somewhat known meant nothing to me. Governor’s son or not, if he had something to do with my people’s shit being stolen, he was dead.
“Here’s a family photo…” He placed the laptop down so we all could see. “This is him with his father, Governor Carlton Reid, stepmother, Clarice, and sister, Blossom.”
Blossom.
Leaning up so I could see the picture, I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I zoomed in on my prettiest little problem.
The smiles of her pictured family faded away as I studied her.
The photo appeared to be a few years old, and she was just as pretty as she had been the days I ran into her.
Dressed down in a sweatshirt and leggings, she gave off a girl-next-door vibe.
Her innocence, mixed with a hint of spunk, exuded from the screen.
Just like before, it was her eyes that called to me.
Staring at the photo, not only did my heart rate increase, but I could feel my dick stiffen in my joggers.
What is it about her that has me so intrigued?
“Slash… Did you hear me?” Jamir called out to me loudly as he tapped my arm. “Where did you go just now? I called your name three times.”
“My bad.” I blinked a few times, trying to refocus. “What did you say, baby boy?” I turned, giving him my attention before frowning. “And what did I tell you about that Slash shit? To you, I’m JJ.”
Once my fascination with slicing and dicing the human body came to light, someone started calling me Slash, and it stuck.
It didn’t help that the paparazzi called Jaxson “Flash” because of his abilities on the field.
The two words rhyming and us being twins made the names feel natural, but I liked to keep things separate.
For the most part, my family didn’t really know the extent of my name, and I wanted to keep it that way.
I’d told Jamir time and time again, I’m only JJ to him and the rest of our siblings.
I never wanted them to be associated with the darker parts of me.
“I just thought since we were here…” He shrugged, pushing his glasses up on his face. “My bad.”
“Nah, no apologies.” I stopped him. “Just know no matter what setting I’m in, I’m always your big brother, JJ. Got it?”
“Got it.” He grinned, causing me to do the same. I swear, he was strange as fuck, but I’d kill an entire village behind him. “I was asking if you wanted me to print the information out for you on Rowan. I have a printer set up in the office up front.”
“Do that for me.” I nodded. “The entire family, though.”
Gathering his things, I watched as he dismissed himself and walked out of the room.
I never wanted him to see more than he had to, so I was happy he wasted no time leaving.
This shit was about to get gory as fuck, and the sight wasn’t made for everyone.
Hearing a scuffle behind me, I locked back in on the man of the night.
“I told you all that I know!” He snatched at the straps that had his wrists and ankles restrained. “You have his information. Please! Let me go, I have a wife! Children!”
“And you don’t think we do?” Uncle Mitch called out from the other side of the room.
When things got too bloody, he wanted no parts.
Auntie Jade would kill him if he came home with stains on him.
“Between the three of us, we have about ten kids with that nigga leading a fuckin’ tribe.
” He nodded toward my dad, who gave him the middle finger.
“You didn’t give a fuck about taking out of their mouths, so we don’t give a fuck about yours.
” Dragging his eyes toward me, I could see the anger in them.
He was the one who was most involved with the drugs and streets, so he was pissed the most. “Make it messy, nephew.”
Grinning, I happily walked back over toward the table where my dad made sure I had all the tools I needed. Placing a mask over my face, I picked up a bone saw and powered it on. As I turned back and faced Chris, realization and fear crossed his face, causing him to cry out and plead for his life.
“Sit tight…” I smiled, taking small steps as the humming of the saw settled in my bones. “This may hurt a bit.”
“It’s about time you came over to see me. It’s ridiculous that I have to schedule an appointment to see my own man.”