Chapter 18 #3
“Finna pull up and trunk that nigga?” Kasey put his phone to his ear as soon as he pulled away from the park.
He fussed at somebody on the other line for a few minutes.
Then the second he hung up the phone I had a question.
Something he had just said halted all my thoughts.
It was always Kasey with the bright ass ideas without the necessary equipment.
I was always gonna have my boy’s back, but it was those moments that always landed us in some shit.
“Lemme ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“How are we gonna trunk this nigga in a truck? Or even get him out of the fucking house to trunk him?” I stared at Kasey for an answer.
“See, yo’ ass is just like Aura. Niggas don’t listen to shit.
His baby moms live in the projects. As we speak the lil’ niggas are kicking the door down, grabbing his ass and throwing him in the trunk of the hooptie.
We are about to meet them at the warehouse on Fifteenth.
” The whole time he spoke he moved his arms and shit like he was reenacting what was happening.
It took everything in me to stay serious when I did shit with him, because he was too fucking animated.
“Just that easy?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, and they grabbed his phone too so he can hit yo’ cousin up and tell his bitch ass to meet him over there. Work smarter not harder nigga.”
I nodded my head and so did he. Nothing else needed to be said.
Everything after this point was action. After a few minutes I picked up my phone and found my way into my messages to see what Surah was doing.
I used to be uncomfortable with how attached to her I was, but now I basked in that shit.
I completely fucked with the fact that after a long ass day I could go lay up under her.
We hadn’t talked about her returning to her apartment in the city, and that was good with me.
Hopefully, she just silently moved all the way in so I didn’t have to speak on it.
She must’ve been thinking about me too, because as soon as I opened my messages a photo that she’d sent less than five minutes ago popped up.
The words under it read, Would you still love me if I walked around like this?
I didn’t realize what was wrong with the picture until I opened it fully.
I peeped that she had taken her hair down from her braids and it was all over her head.
Me: I mean as long as yeen baldhead and screaming yo’ mama gave you a perm and that’s why yo’ hair fell out you could get the dick any day.
Bae: That wasn’t the question idiot.
Me: Yeah man I’ll love yo’ bald head ass.
Bae: Where r u? when r u coming in?
Me: Soon. I just got to finish something. When I get there, you putting out?
Instead of responding she responded back using that Giff with Snoop Dog nodding his head. That earned a laugh from me before I locked my phone and dropped it in my lap. I felt the car slowing down which meant we were here.
I could smell death in the air, and it excited me.
It sent adrenaline though my veins just thinking about ending the existence of two niggas who came at me wrong.
After watching the young niggas that Kasey employed beat the shit out of Requ, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The nigga was begging and pleading in here but ballsy ass fuck when he approached Surah.
I had to admit it took a little of the fun away when he started crying and shit.
Then he gave up his phone code within the first few seconds of me asking.
Where was the fun in that? I fucked with the few moments of torture and the defeated look that entered a nigga’s eyes when they were starting to swell shut.
Now it was just me and Kasey with Requ while his boys went to grab my cousin.
“I got a family to feed. My people depend on me,” Requ sobbed.
Kasey laughed. “Does it look like I give a fuck who depends on you? It’s niggas like you that give the streets a bad look. Instead of manning up and standing up behind yo’ shit you’re in here bitching.”
I didn’t even laugh, instead I nodded my head.
Kasey was right. Niggas claimed to be street but didn’t know the first thing about them.
The streets didn’t love a fucking soul and every nigga had their day regardless of their title or status.
All that hood rich bullshit that niggas rapped about was just sold dreams. I mean why else would they leave the streets to become rappers?
Exactly, everybody wasn’t built for the shit.
As a matter of fact, none of us were built for longevity when it came to this.
It was obvious because not many niggas made it out and the ones that did always had some type of ties to it.
I blinked a few times escaping my thoughts and allowing my eyes to land directly on Requ. “I bet you regret approaching my bitch now don’t you?”
“Nah, fuck that. he regrets being fucking born right now. The fact that he isn’t getting out of here alive is settling in.”
I laughed. “About time.”
Tears streamed from his swollen eyes as he just sat there. It was all he could do at this point.
“Those tears don’t do shit for me. My girl died twice on the fucking table because you goof troop ass niggas got greedy and wanted to take from my plate.
” The sound of the garage opening made me look up from Requ.
Just the memory of that day made me want to make this shit quick, but I couldn’t… not yet.
The white hooptie backed into the dockside of the garage bringing a smile to my face. Now it was time to get this show on the road.
“Damn that smile just jumped on your fucking face.” Kasey hopped off the table that he has been seated on for the last hour and a half.
“Hell yeah. I've been wanting to see this disloyal motherfucker.”
The moment they pulled my cousin out of the trunk and he saw me he knew he fucked up. I could see it in his eyes. I wasn’t a mind reader, but when he saw me he wished he was dead and I couldn’t blame him.
“What’s good, Gunz?” I asked in a jolly tone.
“Wh..what's all this, cuz?” he asked.
“All what, bitch? You plotted on his head and now you got your goofy ass in here calling him cousin?” Kasey responded before I could.
I laughed.
“I did—”
“Ain’t no sense in lying about this shit, bro’. Stand behind yo’ shit so we can get this shit over with and I can go home to my girl.” I was fed up with the slow motion.
Gunz looked petrified. “I needed money and y'all wouldn’t help me, so I had to move on my own.”
“Yeen never heard of an hourly job? Walmart? Target? Family Dollar?” Kasey asked.
Another chuckle escaped my lips. “I respect that, but next time get shooters instead of niggas who only have the heart to rob banks.”
“Fuck you tell him next time for? You act like he ain’t finna be put in this cage and dropped into lake Michigan.” Exactly when Kasey finished saying that Knoxx came rolling a big metal cage from the back of the warehouse.
“Well damn maybe not next time. Maybe in yo’ next life if you ever find yo’self hurting for paper.” I shrugged.
“Please do—”
“Bitch, stop begging. CJ put his ass in the cage.”
While they tended to that I walked over to the spot that Requ was seated in. Besides the obvious ass beating he’s taken; his scars were superficial. I wanted to keep it that way because I wanted him to feel what Surah felt.
Pulling my gun from my back I aimed and pulled the trigger sending a bullet into his abdomen making sure it hit where I estimated Surah’s first bullet entered.
Then I sent another a little higher up knowing I hit him in at least one of his kidneys.
I stood there watching him choke on his own blood while struggling to breathe.
She lived through her injuries because it wasn’t her time.
She owed me forever, but this nigga right here was done. And I was calling his time.
I waited a while before I glanced down at my watch to gauge the time. Then I walked over to him and pressed my index and middle finger into his neck to see if he had no pulse. “Time of death is 3:53 a.m.”
“Somebody been watching too much fucking New Amsterdam. Are you ready to see if this motherfucker floats or what?” Kasey interrupted my moment.
I looked from Requ to Kasey and Knoxx before I nodded my head. “Lead the way.”
“Speaking of, where did y’all get this big dumb ass cage from?” Knoxx asked a few seconds later.
“I know a bitch with a few big cats.” Kasey’s stupid ass shrugged once we reached the water. “Anything you gotta say before you become a fucking mermaid?”
He was about to say something, but Kasey’s stupid ass nodded for his workers to push the cage into the water. Seconds later they did and all you heard was Gunz yelling before a big splash which indicated he’d made contact with the water.
“I guess that’s what they mean when they tell niggas that they’re going to swim with the fish. Well in his case drown with those motherfuckers. Aye y’all go put old boy in the burner and bleach that floor. I got dope coming in here in the morning.”
They nodded before both going back into the warehouse. My purpose here was fulfilled now all I wanted to do was go home and climb into bed with my baby. I didn’t even care how long the drive was. Once Kasey dropped me off to my car, I was hitting e-way with only mine in mind.