Ethan Whitmore
Ipuffed on a fat ass blunt as I swiped through my phone, looking at different real estate properties that were for sale. I needed the perfect spot to open a legit business and I think I finally found exactly what I wanted. In the middle of scrolling, my phone rang.
“Yo?” I answered.
“Package just dropped.”
“I’m on the way.” I ended the call.
I dabbed my blunt out and threw on my shoes to see what was waiting for me at the warehouse.
When I arrived, my boys stood with their guns in hand while guarding my “package”.
Everybody had a ski mask on to conceal their identities.
Quietly, I nodded and dapped up everyone before standing in front of the drop I requested.
I smiled at the sight before me. It was like taking candy from a baby.
I had Ava’s bitch ass husband snatched from outside of his own club.
I heard he was a cocky muthafucka. I was ready to see if he would have that same energy sitting in my face.
I nodded to Duke giving him the signal to snatch the sack from his head.
“What’s up man?” I sat in front of him.
He didn’t respond right away as he looked around the room.
“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?”
Yeah, I was gonna have some fun with this one. He asked them questions with nothing but base in his voice. Chest poked out and shit. A real tough guy.
“You know exactly who I am. But if you’re really not sure, I’ll be nice enough to tell you.” I leaned forward with my hands clasped.
“I’m the muthafucka that’s taking your wife. She’s what I want.”
I stood up from my seat and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows.
“Do you know why I want your wife, Robert? Or do you want me to call you Rob?” I waited for him to answer, but he didn’t.
“There are a number of reasons why I want your wife. The first one being, she has some bomb ass pussy. It’s really good, damn near addictive, if you ask me.
It’s sweet too. But we’re not here to talk about all of that.
The main reason why I want your wife is because you don’t fuckin deserve her. ”
As I spoke, I laced both my hands with brass knuckles. Rob was quiet as a church mouse. That energy he had moments ago was nowhere in sight.
“You don’t have shit to say about that?”
“Fuck you, white boy.”
This dude hawked up spit and aimed for my shoes but missed.
“Damn, nice try.” I laughed in his face.
Duke and Ace stood off to the side, cracking up. Real quick, I delivered two blows to his face. Muthafucka didn’t even see it coming.
“That shit doesn't feel too good, does it?”
Blood leaked from his nose and mouth, but that was just small wounds.
Images of the bruises he left on Mi Amor flooded my mind.
I rocked his ass a few more times before an idea crossed my mind.
I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone.
A wide smile spread across my face once I found exactly what I was looking for.
This muthafucka needed to see just how well I handled the woman he mistreated.
“Check this out, bruh,” I smiled. “This shit is crazy. You're gonna love this, I promise. See, this was just the other night when I had her stay over my place. Matter of fact, this was the same night you reported her car stolen and had the police pick it up.”
I turned the screen toward him, so he could get a good view. I even turned the volume all the way up, so he could hear Ava screaming out my name while I fucked her from behind.
I heard Ace smack his lips, and when I looked over at him, his dumb ass had his ears covered.
“You see how I was beating that shit up?” I grinned. “She loves that shit, dawg. I’m not gon’ lie to you.” I chuckled.
“See, the difference between us, bruh. You like to put your hands on her. Leaving bruises and shit. Physically hurting her because you think that shit doesn't come with a price. Me, on the other hand, the physical pain I cause her will always be mixed with pleasure. You know shit that she’s not going to be able to get enough of. There are plenty of ways to punish a woman, but that’s some shit you’re not man enough to understand. ” I held eye contact.
“But, look. I need you to do me a favor. That's why I got you here. After you get this ass whoppin, you need to sign these papers. I’m actually trying to be nice about this shit because I’m a father, so I know how detrimental it is for Savannah to have you in her life.
I have a lot of love and respect for baby girl, so I wanna play fair, not only for Savannah but Ava too.
So, you should consider yourself lucky because it’s rare that I choose to play fair. ”
“I’m not signing shit. Ava is my bitch! We bonded for life, ain’t no way out.” He spat.
“Nah, nigga, that’s where you got shit fucked up.” Ace said, pulling his mask up to reveal himself.
I saw a flicker of fear in Rob’s eyes as he tried to hold his composure. I was sure, Ace being present was the last thing he expected. My boy had murder in his eyes and I knew he was ready to put in work on his sister’s behalf. Shit, I was too but we had to play this game the smart way.
“So, it ain’t no way out, fuck nigga?” Ace fist connected to Rob’s jaw.
“Aye, chill dawg.” I chuckled, while pulling my boy back.
“There’s definitely a way out.”
“You can’t have her.” Rob said, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Muthafucka, I already have her. What are you talkin’ about? I need to play that video again?”
“Don’t do that shit, bruh.” Ace shook his head in disgust.
“You’re gonna sign these fuckin papers. You and Ava will go through the process of divorce.
Once that shit is finalized, the only thing y'all should have to talk about is Savannah. Don’t comply with the orders I’m giving you, and shit will get even wilder.
I promise, and I always make good on my promises. ”
I glanced down at my watch to check the time.
“My brother in law here has been itchin’ to put a bullet in ya head, just to let you know.”
“Nigga, yall not even married yet.” Ace smacked his lips.
“Yet, muthafucka. I’m more than positive that day will come soon. Trust, I’m not going out of my way for nothing.” I stared Rob in the eyes.
“I’m not gonna let him kill you. He is about to fuck you up, though.” I laughed, taking out an ink pen from my pocket.
I made sure to mark every line that needed either a signature or initials. There was no need to read or discuss any of the documents, it was non-negotiable.
“Fuck you, I’m not signing shit.”
If he wanted to handle this the hard way, I was all for it.
I walked over to a little tool box we had sitting on the floor a few feet away.
When I came back, I nodded for Duke to hold this fool left hand out.
He put up a fight, but his strength was no match for my dawg.
I focused on Rob’s hand to be sure I delivered a clean hit in the exact spot I wanted.
Within seconds, I striked him with enough force that I’m sure I broke four of his fingers.
He yelled in pain while jerking around in the chair.
“This nigga squealin’ like a little bitch.” Ace laughed.
Before I tossed the crowbar, I had to double back and strike his ass again.
“That’s for my lady.”
Sweat dripped all over his face and his breathing was uneven. I sat the papers in front of him and again, held out the pen for him to go ahead and sign.
“See, that’s all you had to do to begin with. You made shit hard for yourself.” I chuckled. “Aye bruh, leave the muthafucka breathin.”
Ace had made it clear that he wanted to be the one to beat the shit outta this bitch.
Apparently, they’ve had smoke for a minute, and Rob thought he couldn’t or wouldn’t be touched.
I stood off to the side and watched as Ace and Duke took turns lighting this muthafucka up.
After an hour of exercise, I had them strip his ass naked and toss him into the trunk.
I paid one of my young boys to drop him off in the middle of town to find his own way back home. Humiliation at its best.
“Aye, y’all trying to pull up at Frankie’s?” Ace asked as he observed his knuckles.
“I’m down,” Duke agreed.
I could use a little more excitement and enjoy a good show.
Shit, I didn’t have anything else planned for the night, so I was with it.
We all left the warehouse and went our separate ways.
We agreed to meet back up in the next two hours.
In the meantime, I was taking my ass home to take a hot shower and smoke a blunt.
“Man, these bitches on one tonight!” Ace yelled.
We had just walked into Frankie’s, one of the hottest strip clubs in the area.
Frankie had the baddest bitches, with bodies stacked something serious.
It had been a little minute since I’d been through.
I was kinda glad Ace suggested we come out and have a little fun.
I needed that shit. I was ready to pop bottles and make it rain on those hoes.
I hadn’t made up my mind if I would pick a shorty to take home for the night.
That all depended on how faded I got. As always, love was shown from all over the club as we made our way upstairs to VIP.
Duke had already dropped the bread to have a few girls sent up for private dancing.
After I threw back my first shot, I thought about Ava.
I knew she had a busy schedule at work, so I hadn’t bothered to text her.
I figured she was home and chillin by now so I sent her a quick text.
What you doing?
As if she was already waiting for me to text or call her, she hit me back immediately.
Hanging out with Julia. You?
I’m chillin. I miss you.
She sent a blushing and kissing face emoji.
I’ll call you as soon as I get back home.
She texted again.
Bet. I replied with a kissing face emoji.