Chapter 17 Enzo #2
Once he was in reach, he swung immediately, hitting me in my shit.
He was quick with it. I couldn’t lie. He had the left side of my face ringing like a muthafucka.
Nodding, I straightened up and threw a jab of my own.
He ducked, dodging it with ease but was met with a hell of a body shot.
The cat was out the fuckin’ bag. He had to know I wasn’t gon’ let him just get off.
That hit to the ribs had him clutching his shit.
See, one thing I played, was crazy. A nigga always knew how to defend himself though. I ain’t never been an easy target.
“Get yo’ shit together Black. You can’t whoop me lil’ nigga. Get that shit out yo’ head,” I taunted.
He went to swing again, and I caught him with a smooth two piece. However, he ate that shit and dropped a hell of a combo on my ass. I stumbled back a lil’ from how hard he was coming. I was twice that nigga size in muscle mass, but he was hanging with me.
“Aye, ain’t gon’ be too much more of this shit,” Royce said taking a few steps forward.
I hit Black with another body shot, but he came through with two to my dome.
He was holding his own though. I couldn’t hold you.
He was giving a nigga a run for my money.
He might’ve been scrawny as fuck, but he was handing out that work.
If I was any other nigga, I probably would’ve been on my ass by now.
“Punish that hoe ass nigga Genesis and get this shit over with!” Royce shouted.
Black cocked back and hit me with a haymaker putting me on my ass. I guess Royce was the battery he needed. I scrambled back to my feet wiping the blood from my mouth. “Yeah, I’m like him nigga,” Black taunted.
Nodding, I smirked, then looked over at Royce and said, “Come get you some.” I was ready for round two.
His head fell to the side, and I watched a switch flip.
Royce always carried a crazy look to him, but this nigga low key made me get on my Ps and Qs for real.
He removed his blazer and rolled up the sleeves to his button up.
Both him and Bentley had muscle, so I knew putting them down was gon’ be a task.
“Yeah, I ain’t got time for all this,” Bentley chimed hitting me in my right kneecap with a hot one.
“Arrgh! What the fuck?” I was down on my knee within seconds screaming out in agony.
He barely moved but made the most impact. I didn’t know what it was about this muthafucka but shooting at random was him all day. If he saw the opportunity, he took it. That was how he’d always been. A straight to the point ass nigga. “Tell me something Damarius Evans.”
So, you know me? Okay…
“What the fuck yo’ punk ass want to know nigga?”
“When Pops ditch yo’ moms? You had to be what… two? How that feel seeing yo’ trifling ass mama get dropped like a sack of Idaho potatoes? Boy, I would’ve paid to see that,” he provoked.
Bentley wanted a rise out of me, and I’d be damned if he ain’t get it. Coming for Corrin wasn’t gon’ ever fly with me. He wanted to try and make it seem like our father chose the better woman, but I knew something he didn’t.
“Yeah, and I would’ve paid the day to see yo’ hoe ass mama find out the only reason Bentayga went after her was to use her as bait.
He never had any intentions of fuckin’ with that bitch for real.
My mama told me all about how they came up with the plan to rob Senior through Rhema.
That bitch was a pawn that fucked around and got pregnant.
She was never the love of his life.” I started laughing off the fact that the city of Miami really painted this picture of Bentayga and Rhema being this Bonnie & Clyde when she was really just a part of the game.
Before I knew it, I had another hot one in my shoulder.
The same shoulder that was injured a year ago.
Outside looking in, people saw a calm individual that didn’t let shit get to him.
A normal day, this wouldn’t. However, I was on his slut ass mama, and he ain’t like that too much.
The truth hurt sometimes, and I was glad I was the one to reveal it.
The path I was on was ending soon anyway.
“You run yo’ mouth too much for me.” He pulled out his phone and made a call on speaker. If I knew my lil’ brother the way I thought I did, he was phoning Kong.
“What we on?” he answered ready for whatever. I had to applaud Kong. He had this fuck nigga back to the fullest.
“Aye, you did what I asked?” Bentley questioned him.
“Yup. He had a bad lil’ bitch too. She cussed me out in Spanish before I chopped her head off.”
Angel!
“And the kid?” Bentley inquired.
Tears streamed down my face as soon as he mentioned Amada. She was the most innocent thing in my life. I covered my basis putting her and her mama up. They were never supposed to be found.
“I fed her to Sarabi and Nyla this morning. We good nigga. Where he at?” Kong countered.
“My fuckin’ daughter? You a bitch ass nigga!” I shouted.
“Damn, I thought I was the nigga you wanted to be. I thought I was the nigga you decided to betray for ten million fuckin’ dollars as if I wasn’t gon’ notice.
I thought… I thought I was the nigga that broke you off so much muthafuckin bread that you and yo’ family was finally able to upgrade yo’ poor ass life.
Am I not that nigga?” he asked firing off bullshit after bullshit.
Royce chuckled as he shook his head. “Boy, I ain’t never met a bigger dummy. Wait, yes the fuck I have. Walt’s bitch ass.”
“Walt was a fool that didn’t stick to the script,” I chimed. “I ain’t got time for all this. If you gon’ kill me, then kill me. Blood ain’t make us family no way so what the fuck you stalling for.”
“That is right, you is part of Bentayga’s bloodline. If he was unloyal as you say, you took that trait no doubt. Ungrateful and disloyal as fuck. Looks to me you walked in yo’ daddy footsteps without regret,” Bentley antagonized.
“Well, at least I actually got to meet my parents. Yours… yeah, I’ll see them in hell,” I voiced followed by a hearty laugh.
“You goddamn right you will, right along with yo’ hoes ass mama and sister.” Bentley unloaded the clip into my chest not missing a single time. I felt every burn from the bullets as life slipped away from me at a fast pace.
Everybody that meant something to me was gone due to my greed and relentless revenge.
All I wanted was to make sure they was straight.
I fucked over niggas to keep food on the table for them, to keep the bills paid, and the roofs steady.
I was as good as a man, father, son, and brother as I could’ve ever been.
I was the only man in their lives making that sacrifice.
I knew from the jump I was taking a risk going in as a narc. My agenda was for personal gain. I was doing this shit to get the respect back that Bentley never gave… that Bentayga never gave me and my mama. We were thrown to the side like trash and never thought of again.
When it came to leaving this shitty ass life, I knew it was gon’ be by my brotha’s hands. He was the only one that had the balls to do it and the only that had the right to. He took everything from me before I could the same to him. That get back was crazy.
As my vision became blurry, I watched my lil’ brother stand over me. With everything we been through, that bond was never created, and that revenge didn’t taste as sweet.
“I could’ve spared you, but you took this shit too far Enzo. I’ll see you in hell in due time nigga,” he said sending the final shot to my dome.
In due fuckin’ time.