26. Beast #2
“I don’t want you killing Michael. I thank you for stalling him out all this time. You got that look; I don’t want you harming my baby.” Her lips quivered as I smiled at her, that’s all I could offer.
“Shit happens Ma, your son violated again. He should have never approached my bitch! I’ll be putting his weak ass out of his own misery anyway. He’s a fucking dope fiend.”
Opening up my liquor cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of Remy.
“Praise Kentrell Brownston, if you kill my son… I will never speak to you again!”
“You don’t talk to me like that now, unless you want something.”
“I’m not staying here then to help do anything.”
Taking a big swig from the bottle, I checked my pockets for my keys.
“Alright, leave tomorrow, first thing in the morning. After that, stay the fuck away from me and my family.”
I walked out the kitchen without saying another word.
Opening up my garage, I hopped inside my all black 1964 Chevy Impala.
It was a classic, I never really drove it.
The windows were limo tinted and the interior was all black with leather seats.
Opening up my glove compartment, I pulled out a fresh burner phone.
Calling the security that I hired to watch over Kayori and telling them to meet up with me at a particular address.
I sent a text out to my own personal security to meet me there as well.
They asked no questions; they would be there before me.
Cranking up my engine, I lit my blunt while I waited for my car to warm up.
Reaching in the back seat I grabbed a duffle bag that contained all the items I needed for tonight.
Putting on my black gloves, I opened my car door and stepped out.
Taking off the clothes I had on, I replaced them with my black Levi Jeans, a black Celine hoodie, then I stepped into my all-black Timberland boots.
I sat back down and tied my boots tight, looking up Kayori stood there with a sad look.
“Baby, can you come to bed?”
She stood by the garage entrance with nothing on but her Versace robe that matched the one I wore around the house. Her swollen feet were bare, and her hair was wrapped up in a scarf.
“Go in the house, Juicy. I got some shit to handle and it don’t got shit to do with you.”
“Everything you do concerns me, though. Beast, I don’t want you getting hurt. Mattea and I need you too.”
“Kayori, take your ass back in the house. You starting to piss me off, acting like you don’t know the deal with me. You know what a nigga about, you knew before you even fucked with me.”
Now I was making my way to her, getting into her personal space, I pulled her close as I held on to her tight. Staring down in her eyes, she looked down at the ground as I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me.
“It’s only so much a nigga gon’ change for you…
I stand on my respect and loyalty, when a muthafucka violates they get handled.
I ain’t candy coating shit for you, you want to be in my mix so bad and know how the fuck I really get down, here it is.
If you would mind your business this shit will never find its way home to you.
When you poke and try to go looking for shit like now, then you hurt your own feelings Ma.
Now go in the house, worry about resting up, kicking your feet up.
Keep the pussy warm for me and my bed occupied until I get back. ”
Before she could speak, I kissed her deeply and slapped her on the ass.
I didn’t have no more time to waste so I turned my back leaving her standing there with tears in her eyes.
I didn’t have a soft spot for certain shit.
Right now, I craved murder. All I wanted to do was grip my gun and take a worthless life because they served their purpose.
Kayori was a big girl, I loved her, but she needed to stay in her fucking lane.
My lane wasn’t for her to understand. I was a street nigga, and this was what I was about if I wasn’t on no suit and tie bullshit.
Pulling out the driveway, I made sure she took her ass in the house. Nodding my head at security that stood at the front door, I peeled off.
I made my way to the warehouse I purchased out here in Vegas a couple of months back.
Eventually I wanted to turn it into a business center, right now I had an office space set up and I had lots of boxes from shipments sent there.
What I liked most about the shit was it was kind of in the middle of nowhere.
My mind somehow bounced back to Kayori. She was starting to have a major effect on me.
I used to be so angry and upset about little shit, if the wind didn’t blow right, a nigga would be pissed.
Now she had me consumed with thoughts of her on a day-to-day basis.
She made me lose focus on what the fuck I really was supposed to be doing.
Her different facial expressions haunted me throughout the day.
Every action I made, I would think about how she would react.
I was good at pushing good things away, Kayori was a good thing.
Comparing her to me she was a pure soul while my shit was tainted.
Pulling up to the warehouse, I was met by Brick and Dion.
They said nothing, as they followed me to the entrance while the other three security guards waited at the door.
I could smell the fear on them, it angered me.
I didn’t hire pussies, I failed Kayori hiring them.
Opening up the door with my key we all walked in and kept walking until we reached the back of the warehouse where all my boxes were that contained different guns that was just shipped in from overseas.
I turned around to face the men, Brick and Dion pulled their pieces as I stared hard at the security detail I hired for Kayori.
“You muthafuckas standing before me right now ‘cause you compromised my bitch today.” I spoke calmly as I turned around and grabbed the gun from Brick’s hand.
“Boss man, we didn’t know-”
Pew! One down two to go.
“Anybody else want to speak out of turn?”
Watching their Adam’s apple move down their throats from swallowing down hard, I took note of the tall lanky one whose cargo pants became wet. Looking at Brick, I scratched my forehead with the tip of his gun.
“Did this sick insect looking nigga piss on himself?”
Only offering a smile, Brick shook his head.