15. Praise #3
Anger took over me fast, as ways to torture them crossed my mind.
If Teflon or that nigga Gunna was gay, I wouldn’t have given a fuck.
Everybody had to live their life the way they saw fit and answer to God later.
What had me heated was this bitch Laquanna was bold enough to send and prove to me that she and Nia lied bad.
Nia was alive, she was the reason why I started back making myself known to Praise.
I always felt in my heart that something wasn’t right about the bitch.
Praise was consumed with so much guilt and hurt he didn’t allow himself time to think shit through.
The four motherfuckers in this video could consider themselves dead though.
They were the ones that planned all this shit.
The cold part about it all is Praise never did anything to them for them to be so cold.
Nia had no excuses either. To play dead was some sick shit, however, they pulled that bomb off had to of cost big money.
My money, it had to come from some movie prop shit.
Which made it five people that would be dead.
That nigga Don’s ex bitch used to work for a major filming company, he probably got the equipment from her.
I definitely could let Praise take back over with me in the back seat because I felt the anger that simmered inside.
He was going to merge us together and think of a master plan to kill all these motherfuckers.
Tossing my mom my cell phone she watched on in horror.
“I didn’t raise no fag! This can’t be real.”
Tears streamed down her face rapidly as I chuckled lowly.
“But you did indeed raise one. Well, a dead one now.”
I stood to my feet as my phone started to ring back-to-back as I kept clearing the call. It was Kayori, I didn’t need the distraction.
“Now Praise- I mean Beast! Whoever you are!”
She spoke with a shaky voice.
“I’m sure there is a good explanation! If you kill my baby! I will never speak to you again!”
“Well consider me dead.”
My phone rang again before I made it to the door, I answered it pissed off.
“WHAT KAYORI? I’M FUCKING BUSY!”
She remained silent as she sniffled a little bit.
“Baby make sure you sit down for this.”
It felt like I needed to take a shit, that’s the feeling my stomach gave me. Whatever she was about to say would probably send me over the fucking building.
“Ummm Meshalay just called me and umm…”
“GOT DAMMIT KAYORI! GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!” my nerves were sending me to a place in hell right now.
“Lay tried to call Stone. Someone answered like a doctor or nurse and said that he was shot up badly in front of somebody's house. He is in surgery at Torrance Memorial Hospital.”
She cried out, and I hurled my phone at the wall and walked out the door headed straight to my boy.
He was the only loyal person I knew I for sure had in my corner.
Everybody else including my momma was a big-ass question mark.
I prayed that God let my boy survive this, even though I felt like folks like me and Stone, didn’t have a place in God’s heart.
I still said a prayer for what it was worth.
Shit was about to be a blood bath when I got to the bottom of it all.
See hate, envy, and greed always came from people close to you.
They tested you the most because they felt like no harm would come their way.
All that bullshit talk saying how crazy Beast was, would be proven with no remorse.
Bodies were about to drop and my love life was about to stop.
I didn’t give a fuck about nobody that didn’t give a fuck about me.
The way I saw it, people constantly tried to hurt or betray me even when I put them on or gave them nice things to live as comfortable as me.
It didn’t matter what you did or how good you treated a person they still found a fucking reason to do you dirty.
My mom shouted at the front door for me to come back and talk things out.
It was way too late for that shit, I wanted to get to Stone and show my support for him to push through.
I needed him to tell me exactly who shot that gun at him.
Whoever it was, they were sending me a message loud and clear.
A message that would be answered right away.
Before hopping in my car, I looked back at my mom and yelled back at her.
“I’ll do you and Michael a favor, you call him and give him a head start. Tell him I won’t come for him until a week from now.”
She dropped to her knees and sobbed loud, I had no pity for her or anybody else that tried to play me like I was a pussy.
They all knew about me and who the fuck I was, just because Praise let me simmer over the years, I was still that nigga that made bodies drop with the snap of my fingers.
I had the resources, the money, and the power to touch the fucking president if I wanted to. It was time to play chess.
TO BE CONTINUED……lol keep turning the page for part 2… I used to be cold with cliff hangers back in the day !