Chapter Fourteen Trill #3
Savage nor I are Gio, but we’re his motherfuckin sons. That nigga left us everything he owns. Death or not, I want what the fuck is due to me. Savage feels the same, so we’re going to take back what’s ours.
What’s so crazy about the shit, is when most motherfuckers do some shit that will cost them their life, they run out of the state or at least the country.
This nigga was still in the same city, kicked back chilling.
The thing is the world doesn’t know that Gio has sons.
Two ruthless motherfuckers from different sides of the track.
That we actually live up to our name. When it’s time to do what needs to be done, we won’t flinch or hesitate.
The type of niggas that’ll put you six feet under and go eat a cold bowl of cereal after.
This shit ain’t a facade at all. I was ready to do this nigga in and go on about my day. He bought him a nice little two bedroom downtown. The nigga thought he was secluded. There are ways to find out where any motherfucker is laying their head. This nigga was no exception.
We didn’t even change out of the suits and shit that we had on. There wasn’t any time for that. Moves had to be made. I be damn if this nigga or anyone else cause me to miss R”
“Say no more.”
I picked the lock on the door and in no time the knob was turning. I’m a ghetto boy. One of the first things we learned to do in the hood is pick a lock. A damn skill that may never leave my mental.
The slurping noises the bitch was making was making my stomach turn. I looked back at Savage, and he just shook his head. The nigga was so focused on holding the bitch head as she slurped him up. I placed the cold steel to his noggin.
“Ohh shit.”
“Yeah babyyy”, she moaned, taking the dick out of her mouth momentarily.
When she looked up and realized what was going on, she damn near pissed herself.
“If you want to leave here alive, I suggest you develop a serious case of amnesia and get the fuck on shawty”, Savage said with his gun trained on her.
He didn’t have to say that shit twice. She grabbed her cheap Citi trends bag and hauled ass out the front door.
“Let that bitch go”, I yelled out to Mazi and Ro.
“Who the fuck are y’all niggas?!”, he asked, with his hands up.
Savage kneeled down so that he was eye level with the nigga.
“You sure you don’t know who we are. Study our faces really good. We don’t look like a motherfucker you stole some shit from?!”
His eyes bulged as big as saucers. A cat had the niggas tongue. Fear was seeping from his pores. I found amusement in the shit.
“See, had we not found that work you may have lived a little while longer. The fact that we found everything that we came here for your time is limited nigga”, I said.
I removed the gun from his dome and placed it underneath his chin.
“Tell me something. Were them bricks worth your life?”
“What type of...”
“I said were them bricks worth your life nigga?!”
“No man...”
“I guess they were because that’s the price you’re about to pay for them bitches.”
I sent a single shot that went straight through that niggas skull.
Thieves get nothing in this life. You got to work for what you want in this life.
Isn’t shit given. You for damn sure can’t take shit that don’t belong to you and think there will be no consequences.
Unfortunately, that nigga had to find out the hard way.
Savage instructed Rocko to get someone over here to clean this shit up.
Rocko and Mazi drove to our new warehouse that Grit scored for us to handle unsolicited business matters such as this one.
I hit up my crew for an impromptu meeting and Savage did the same.
Now that all of that other business was out of the way.
We had to let these niggas know that this shit is no longer Southside Coalition and ACE. This shit is merging for the better.