1. Mattea aka Reaper #2
“I’m sorry Ma, I just been a little busy.
I’ll come by next Sunday for dinner.” I started to talk fast. “A week? Mattea what you got going on?” She asked worried and I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
I hated to lie, so whenever I didn’t want to answer a question, I remained silent.
I declined her FaceTime call and remained on the line as I kept my eyes fixed on Chad.
His eyes were now opened and wide. Full of panic, I smiled at him and waved.
I placed my index finger over my mouth, signaling him to keep quiet.
“Mattea, we gone have a long ass fuckin’ talk when you get over here.
I don’t like all these secrets. Are you taking your medicine? ”
Fuck! She’s starting to get on my nerves!
My patience was running thin now. I just didn’t like disrespecting Kayori like I sometimes did my dad. If it was him, I would’ve hung up the phone. “Yes ma, I take it every day. I’m running low so I will be making my doctor’s appointment to re up on it.”
“Good, cause if you don’t bring your dog ass to this house in three days, I’m gone haunt you the fuck down and drag you here and lock you up until you tell the truth!” There he was my crazy ass father. “Beast, that’s not how you solve shit.” Kayori fussed.
“Like you told the truth about my momma?” I asked being sarcastic.
I really ain’t give a fuck about Laquanna, after I heard everything about her.
I just felt like sometimes my father snatched the chance for me to decide and judge who she was.
His reasoning for killing her was crystal clear.
She was a snake ass bitch that had to go.
My problem with him was how he lied all the way up until I turned twenty-three.
He constantly made-up different stories to protect my feelings and how I viewed him.
Outside of that, he was brutally honest. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit!
You ain’t too old to get beat the fuck up Mattea!
Bring yo ass home!” He yelled louder. I heard him and Kayori arguing before the phone went silent.
I hated to piss my father off but couldn’t help it most of the time.
Our love hate relationship was starting to take a toll on me.
Tucking my feelings, I shoved my phone inside my pants pocket and stood to my feet with my eyes on Chad.
“We all sometimes live double lives Chad. If my father knew I killed people for a living… he would try to kill me himself and do it for free!” I chuckled a bit, reaching into my pocket to grab my pack of cigarettes.
I lit one up and took a hard hit, I felt my nerves starting to calm.
Kill this mother fucker now!
The voice inside of me raged loudly as the center of my forehead started to throb.
“You’re wondering why I’m here…it’s because of your sick ass double life Chad…
you molest and create videos of children; you might argue that they’re teens.
In my eyes they’re kids. One of your colleagues want you dead.
Paid a hefty price to make sure the job got done because he hired me.
” I pointed to myself for emphasis to taunt him as I ashed my cigarette on the nice carpet flooring.
“Everyone calls me Reaper, Reap for short because I’m really like the Grim reaper.
I haunt sick people like you down and I end your worthless lives.
No matter how bad you beg and lie, I have all the facts before I accept the mission.
I could’ve killed you a while ago. I guess the sick part of me wanted to see how you lived.
See how you fooled people into believing that you’re a good ol’ holy man.
When in reality you’re a sick nasty ass shrimp dick, insecurities at an all-time high type of man.
I must say, I’m going to enjoy killing you, Chad.
” I walked to my bag and pulled out an envelope with lots of pictures of all the proof I needed to take the job.
I didn’t look at all of them because it was some sick shit he had done with underage teens.
Practically kids, I walked up to him and tossed the pictures in front of him and spread them so he could see.
The ac was on full blast but one look at the pictures before him, he started to sweat like it was a hundred degrees in the room.
His eyes welled up with tears. While he cried, I laughed.
Taking a hit of my cigarette, I squatted by the bed.
“It’s funny because you’re only crying for one reason.
Everyone will see just who you really are.
No one will come to your funeral and mourn you.
You probably won’t have no one there but your mother and other sick colleagues that do the same as you, sitting there, front fuckin’ row.
Believe it when I say their time is coming soon too.
” I took my cigarette and put it out on his forehead.
“You fucked up Chad…. Usually, I let people say their last words. In this case, you won’t be allowed to say shit. ”
I stood to my feet and pulled my gun from my pants pocket.
His eyes grew wide again as he choked on his own spit and tears.
He mumbled through the tape and tried to squirm and move.
I bet his heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.
I allowed him to feel like he was getting away.
Once he fell onto the floor, I made my way to the other side of the bed and lifted my gun.
“Chase death muthafucka.” I emptied my clip into the side of his dome.
I went to the bed and picked the pictures up and threw them on top of his dead body.
I went back to my small duffle bag and pulled out the DVD tapes and USB drive that had all his sick porn on it and laid it on the bed with a card that said, “You welcome” After gathering all my things, I sent a text and left as fast as I came.
My job was done. I had many more jobs listed this week but would be done fast and easy.
All of them were his sick ass colleagues.
People like them didn’t get long jail time because of their skin color.
Street justice is what people like me gave them.