Chapter 19 - Jaseon Jr #2
“This nigga…” I heard Marshall chuckle behind me as I kicked in TJ’s door. “I love when these people piss you off. You’re so fuckin’ dramatic.”
Ignoring him, I walked into TJ’s house, hoping he was here.
It hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours since I found out TJ had not only robbed my father’s stash house but also approached my mother while out with friends.
That was enough for me to visit him. I didn’t care if it was a friendly hello; he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Breonna McKnight.
He knew once I became aware of his actions, it would be a fucking problem.
“I’m going to go check upstairs,” Jax called out behind me. My brother was home for the week, and he was on whatever time I was on once again. “You know I’m shooting anything moving.”
Once up there, it didn’t take long before the sounds of rummaging and overturned dressers filled the silence.
As I walked past Marshall, who was leaning against the wall, he said nothing as he lit his cigar and kept his eyes on me.
I was here for one reason and one reason only: to send a message and let TJ know I was coming.
I wanted his blood on my hands just as much as I wanted to shoot my next nut inside of his ex-girlfriend.
As I walked further into the living room, I slid the tip of my blade across the couch, ripping it open with each flick of my wrist. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, wishing it were his flesh that I was ripping open instead.
His home was nice and tidy, in an elderly-uncle type of way, but by the time I was done in this muthafucka, he was going to think Hurricane Katrina had touched down.
Eyeing his mantel, similar to the one in Blossom’s home, I sneered at the pictures and accolades from his life over the years. With my gloved hand, I placed my knife on the shelf and removed a photo of him as an infant with his parents.
“So this nigga is the reason you’re throwing temper tantrums?” I held up the photo and eyed it closely. “The bitch in you didn’t fall far from the pussy tree, huh?” I simpered, backpedaling to Marshall. “May I?”
Handing me his cigar, I used the burning tip and placed it in the corner of the picture.
I watched as a small flame began to spread until it eventually began to burn.
Dropping it to the floor, I handed Marshall back his cigar and walked back over to the mantel.
I removed a single photo of Bloss Baby from a frame before I swiped and knocked the remaining items to the floor.
"Say, bro, this muthafucka is empty.” Jax jogged down the stairs with a look of aggravation on his face. “Let’s trash the place and get out of here.”
After making sure Jax and Marshall secured their hands in medical-grade gloves, we all went in separate directions and tore through his home like Tasmanian devils.
I took my blade and shredded through his entire lower level.
Going into his living room closet, I zeroed in on a single duffel bag sitting on the floor.
Crouching down, I shook my head at the rubber-banded knots of money.
“This might move me up in Pop’s ranking of his favorites.” I chuckled, grabbing it as well as a metal baseball bat. “Let’s wrap this shit up.”
Lifting the bat in the air, I walked back over toward his glass coffee table, shattering it instantly. Repeating the same thing with the television, bar area, and dining table, it didn’t take us any time to destroy what was left of his home.
“I came to be a spectator and not part of the show.” Marshall frowned and heaved, exiting the kitchen with a variety of chips and a pack of Gatorade. “I might as well take these with me. No sense in them going to waste. I’m sure his appetite will be nonexistent when he gets here.”
“Marshall, I love how you have all the money in the world and still act like a nigga.” Jax laughed deeply as he looked around the room. Feathers from the shredded pillows floated through the open space, blowing around due to the running air conditioner. “That nigga is going to be pissed.”
“Good,” I mumbled, hearing the sound of glass under my shoes with each step I took. My adrenaline was still pumping, so I wasn’t done yet. “We got one more stop to make before calling it a night.”
Walking out of the home the same way we came, we left his front door wide open as we made our way back toward Marshall’s Escalade.
You could smell the rain coming, and the gloominess did nothing but piss me off more since it had been raining nonstop.
I wanted TJ tonight, but I knew the bitch was hiding.
With someone like him, I knew the perfect way to make him show his face, though.
“You know, when I told you I had a bye week, I thought we were going to be kicking it on some chill shit,” Jax fussed as we headed up the stairs to our next visit of the night. Thankfully, we didn’t have far to drive from TJ’s crib. “I never thought I would be spending the day with Michael Myers.”
With the handle of my machete, I knocked lightly on the front door as I chuckled at my twin.
Jax was not a stranger to my crazy, but with football being the focal point of his life right now, tonight was probably a reminder of how crazy his twin brother truly was.
I was hunting, not caring about how insane my behavior looked.
Chris was dead, and Rowan was still going to pay for sticking his nose in shit that had nothing to do with him, but right now, my dear old cousin was the one I wanted first.
“You know that nigga isn’t here,” Marshall said as he stood off to the side of us, scoping the scene of the multiple side-by-side duplex buildings.
He only wanted to tag along tonight for his own personal amusement, and since he said he would drive, I didn’t mind.
“That nigga and his brother-in-law are somewhere hiding.”
“I don’t give a fuck if the nigga is in this muthafucka or not.
” I glanced over my shoulder and mugged him.
“I’m not a hide-and-seek type of nigga, so if the bitch is somewhere laying low, I’m going to make him come to me.
And I know just the thing that will have him running to me with murder on his mind.
Here or not, I guarantee you, I’ll still make him feel me. ”
Tapping on the door once more, I finally heard the locks on the other side turn.
Stepping back, I placed one hand in my joggers as the other hand firmly held my machete.
The sun had set long ago, and the porch light beamed down on Jax and me just right.
We were in the heart of the hood, but I still didn’t give a fuck.
Tonight, I wanted to have a little fun, and no one was going to stop that.
“Y-Yes.” TJ’s mother, Mika, slowly pulled open her front door. Tightening the grip on her robe, she looked skeptically between my brother and me. “What do y’all want?”
“Good evening, ma’am. I’m Darnell.” I palmed my chest before pointing toward my brother. “And this is my twin brother, Darrell. We just wanted to stop by and ask you a question or two. With so much evil going on in the world, are you prepared for Jehovah's return?”
“I’m not interested!” She went to close the door, but my boot stopped her. “Young man, it’s late, and I’m tired. I don’t have time for your mess tonight.”
“Fine by me.” I kicked her door in, pushing her back inside in the process. “The sooner you tell me where your bitch-ass son is, the sooner I can kill his ass.”
Falling to the floor, she watched in fear as Jax and Marshall filed into the small duplex townhouse behind me.
Jax darted up the stairs as Marshall checked the bottom floor to make sure we were alone.
Angling my head to the side, I watched comically as she dragged her eyes to my hand that was clutching Kimbo as she crawled back in fear.
“W-What do you want from me?” she cried loudly as she scooted across the floor. The sound of her blaring television upstairs drowned her out. “I don’t have any money—”
“Where the fuck is TJ?” I crouched down and asked. “Your son has fucked with the wrong one, and I’m killing him. The only questions here tonight are, will you be burying him or joining him in hell with Uncle Tyreek? I have no qualms about organizing a family reunion for you muthafuckas.”
“Aye, bro,” Jax called out before walking downstairs, dragging a woman behind him that I’d only seen in pictures. “I found your granny in the bathroom, nigga.”
Hearing steps behind me, I knew it was Marshall joining us, and when he didn’t say anything, I knew Aerial McKnight was our only extra guest this evening.
It was a shame because I came here with intentions to find TJ and kill whoever was in his mama’s house to get to him.
I never thought I’d see someone in this lady’s house that had the same last name as me.
Mika’s wide eyes took me in before turning to Aerial, slowly piecing together Jax’s and my words. My eyes followed her as she stood to her feet, still clutching the robe for dear life. “Y-You’re Jaseon’s boy?”
“I’m a grown-ass man with little patience and an itch to splatter these molded-ass walls with your brains, but yeah, Jay is my father. Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, where is your son?”
“Fuck you!” She reared back and hawked spit in my face. “Fuck you! Fuck your father! Fuck your whore of a mother! It’s because of her that Tyreek was taken from me! I hope he kills her! I hope my boy kills you all!”
Using the back of my leather-gloved hand, I wiped the saliva from my cheek. Eyeing it with disgust, I dragged my eyes back to Mika. She went from fuming to frightened in an instant. I’d never been one to put my hands on women, but this bitch had me fucked up.
Whap!