31. Beast #2
He sobbed out as I watched Dion take the bullet out of his knee, and he howled out loud in pain.
It looked bad as fuck like mine, but I didn’t give a damn.
I wanted Michael to feel the pain I was feeling.
He needed to see what it was like to be out of control and have a mothafucka plotting hard on you.
I wanted him to also sit and watch the show.
He needed to see what would happen if he ever thought to cross me again.
“Gag his fuckin mouth! Sit him in the chair and leave his eyes uncovered. He needs to see this,” I ordered.
Brick finally walked into the room with Laquanna looking and smelling bad.
She had shackles on her legs and wrist, making it hard for her to walk.
She had shit on the back of her pants, and her hair was matted up.
I nodded my head towards the folding table and chair that had her last meal awaiting her.
Snatching the duct tape from her eyes, she started to instantly cry and beg as her eyes landed on me.
I shook my head no. I was not God; I had no plans of trying to hear her story or hear her beg for her worthless ass life. Each cry was like music to my ears.
“Want me to take the tape off of her mouth?”
Nodding my head yes, I gave my attention to only her as I smiled. Brick snatched the tape off her mouth as she silently cried, saying words I couldn’t make out. Looking at Dion, I told him to bring the ax in and took note of how big Michael’s eyes got.
“Undo that bitch’s hands so she can eat.”
“What you gon’ tell Mattea, Beast?” Her voice was so raspy, and she sounded like a man. Her throat must have been dry as fuck. Looking at her crusty ass lips that now had dried up blood, I could tell she was weak and dehydrated.
“Drink your water and eat your meal before the fun begins. My fish are just as hungry as you are.”
There was no way I was answering her questions.
I felt nothing for her. She was the worst kind of person.
She believed her fucked up actions were valid, like she had a good reason to do the shit she had been doing.
Watching her eat somehow reminded me of the first time I took her to a five-star steakhouse.
If I knew what I know now, I would’ve taken her ass to Taco bell.
“I remember when I first met yo fine ass, you went on and on about how you never ate at a five-star restaurant. So, what did I do? I took you to one…Since that day, your life was upgraded. That just wasn’t enough for you, though.”
“I’m so sorry, B. Please just don’t kill me.” She couldn’t stop the tears even if she tried. Laquanna was far from her comfort zone. She probably was more concerned with how she looked and felt right now than the fate she had coming.
“Eat up, Quanna. It’s your favorite. The first meal I ever fed you is in front of you. Unfortunately, it’s ya last, but you already get my drift. If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it. So again, try to enjoy.”
She picked up her steak knife and fork and then dug in.
I did her like the pigs did inmates on death row.
I let her enjoy good food because it would be her last. She had a Tomahawk steak, stuffed potatoes, and asparagus.
The warehouse was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was her smacking and drinking the water I provided, taking big gulps.
I took my focus off her and watched my fish swim back and forth.
I cringed at the sound of her gulping the water down and burping loud like she was a grown-ass man.
Nodding my head at Brick, it was go-time.
Time for the action, and I needed some entertainment.
All of this waiting and being well reserved was not my style.
Picking up the ax in one swift motion, Brick chopped one of the guys’ arms off.
My eyes scanned the room and landed on Michael; he was in and out of consciousness.
“Grab some water from the tank and pour it on that nigga. He needs to see this shit.”
Brick remained quiet as he moved calmly with this nigga’s detached arm.
He made his way to the table where Laquanna sat.
Grabbing her red plastic cup, he threw the remnants on her face.
She gasped out loud. Ignoring her, he walked to the water where my fish were and filled the cup with cold ass water.
Throwing it on Michael, he woke up like he was drowning and looked around frantically.
Brick smiled at him and used the chopped-off arm to wave at him.
I got tired of hearing the unknown man cry out in agony, so I shot him right in the head.
“Let this be a lesson to you motherfuckas! I am not that nigga you fuck around with or play stupid games with!” I smiled and laughed sinisterly, aiming my gun at the second guy that was at my home. He was the nigga that went in the room with Mattea.
“You fucked up, big fella.”
His lips quivered, and he started to do that begging shit as well, so I silenced him with one shot.
Brick threw the first unknown guy’s arm into the huge pool, and the fish immediately devoured it.
They swam around in a frenzy, enjoying their dessert.
Laquanna threw up, Michael had fear in his eyes, and he shamelessly let the tears leak from his eye sockets.
“Quanna, you came to my home… you requested that you see your bitch. Technically, she was my bitch first, but I guess you had a hold on her more than I did… In the end, she sucked my dick and took this big dick all in her guts before I let her eat up my bullets. Brick, go get that bitch from the back freezer.”
“You son of a bitch! I’m gon’ kill you!!!” She tried to stand and leap towards me, but the shackles on her feet prevented her from moving a step forward as she fell face first. I couldn’t hold back the laugh.
“You invested so much in me, Laquanna. And for what? ‘Cause I didn’t want to wife yo hoe ass? You thought helping Nia fake her death, then fucking her, and my brother would give you a one-up on me. In the end, they both ended up begging me and crossing you,” as I spoke, Brick carried Nia’s frozen body into the room and dropped her in front of Laquanna.
She dragged herself on top of Nia’s naked frozen body, crying long and hard.
“These are the ending results, Laquanna. You could’ve been a paid bitch!
I would have never seen you out here doing bad when you gave me the best gift a nigga could ever have, which is Mattea.
You brought all this shit on yourself. Now, say goodbye to that weak ass bitch, and man the fuck up! This shit is chess, not checkers.”
She used her free hands to hold on tight to Nia, leaving me to shake my head at the pathetic scene in front of me.
I told Brick and Dion to pry her free and dump her ass in the water alive.
She screamed and tried to hit Brick with all her might.
She was still frail and weak, so it did nothing.
Dion took the chains off her ankles to free her legs, and she started to kick out, leaving a funky smell in the air from her not bathing for two weeks.
I sparked a blunt and inhaled as I watched the show.
“Animated ass nigga.” Stone chuckled as I took another hit of my blunt.
Nigga ain’t said much since he been here, so I knew he was enjoying the show like I was.
Brick dropped her in the water, and them piranhas attacked her ass like she was dessert.
She tried to fight them off, and she swam around frantically, fighting for her life.
The water that was once clear was now crimson red.
She was for sure a fighter. She kept fighting them off as they all attacked her.
“Put her out of her misery, Beast,” Stone said lowly. I passed him the blunt and picked up my Desert Eagle, and shot her right in the forehead. I purposely starved my pets, so I knew they would do away with her in five to ten minutes.
“I want all her bones taken out, so use the net. Throw the chemicals that will kill them muthafuckas and cover the tank until the cleaning crew comes. I looked at Michael’s drenched face. He had vomit seeping through the duct tape.
“Burn those two bodies and drop his bitch ass off at the hospital… Don’t fuck with me ever again, Michael. Stone, let’s roll.”
This was all the closure I needed. While Brick helped wheel me back to Stone’s car, a thought crossed my head.
“Hold off on those chemicals. I don’t want my fish dead… I might need them again.”