Chapter 7 #4
When I arrived at his location, I banged three times on the front door.
All I could hear was a bunch of fucking moaning as I waited on the other side for it to open.
After about three minutes of me knocking that mothafucka down like I was the police, it finally swung open, and some naked bitch answered like I was fucking up her good time.
The sneer she wore turned upward into a flirty grin once she did a once over of me.
“Damn, you here to join the festivities?” She licked her lips and leaned against the frame of the door.
I shoved that shit open so hard she stumbled back and hit the floor.
I didn’t give her a chance to scream or budge before I hit her with a hollow tip through the dome and left her brains on the floor.
Stepping over her body, I did a quick survey of the room and caught everybody trying to scatter.
Three different bitches were now leaking life as Karmine sat forward on the sofa in the living room.
A tray of cocaine sat spread on a tray in front of him, and he didn’t seem rocked by the fact that I had killed everyone around him.
“Frequency, what a surprise.” He used his first finger and thumb to plug his nose after finishing a line from a rolled-up hundred-dollar bill. “You know how to make a fucking entrance, don’t you… brother.” He chuckled stupidly, and I hovered right above him on the other side of the table.
Never could I have ever envisioned this moment, but somehow, as it played out before me, it seemed inevitable given my history with our father.
Karmine couldn’t let it go. No matter what Kut did, he worshipped the ground the nigga walked on.
In his eyes, he could do no wrong. I couldn’t allow anyone around me with that kind of mindset.
Right beside his tray of coke was his Desert Eagle, and I could tell that he wanted to reach for it.
I already had mine ready, so it was whether or not he wanted to take the risk.
I knew that Mine was a decent shot, but he didn’t have shit on me.
“It’s one thing to have enemies outside the circle. But it’s another type of betrayal when it comes from within.”
“The way I see it, nigga should always see it coming, especially when his own loyalty is questionable,” Karmine spoke like he had a bitter taste in his mouth while his face curled into a menacing glower.
“Who I owe that shit to, Mine, hmm? You, Karrin, Kara? Maybe. Kutlass? Fuck no! Him being the nigga that helped contribute to my DNA don’t make him my fucking daddy.
Maybe you can give him the benefit of the doubt.
You do what the fuck you need to do. But I don’t owe a dead man shit, and I didn’t owe it to him when he was alive.
Fuck all the shit he provided for us and look at how he treated us, like fucking afterthoughts, and you know it.
He only came to us when he needed something.
Funny how I didn’t peep until now just how many of his traits you inherited. Kara still got enough in her to grow.”
“You think so? You think after you do what you came here to do that she’s going to fuck with you?
That’s my sister. We are a lot tighter than you, remember?
You abandoned the family, decided to stay here.
and try to separate yourself from the rest of us like you were too good or some shit.
What makes you better than Kut? You do the same fucking thing! ” Karmine accused.
“You want to know the fucking difference!” I sniped at him.
“I don’t go around intentionally setting out to hurt the people I care about.
I don’t hide behind my own fucked-up experiences and make excuses as to why I treat a mothafucka the way that I do!
I’m not better than anybody, but I damned sure ain’t shit like Kutlass Roth.
You think following in his footsteps make you a man or you superior to me? Think again, mothafucka.”
“So why you sitting here talking instead of just doing what you want to do?”
“I know what the fuck you did. I know you gave that reporter the story on Harbor. I came to confront you about it, see if you wanted to talk your way out of it. I see right now you just another lost cause.” I waved the gun toward him.
Karmine acted quickly, his hand going for his gun. Before he could even brush the surface, I sent a shot through his chest.
“Agh!” He fell back into the sofa cushions, hand covering his wound as his face filled with anguish. “You deserve everything you fucking get.” He managed to gasp before his breathing labored and he struggled for every inhale.
“Yeah, I know,” I mumbled, lowering the gun and searching the house quickly to make sure nothing was missed.
After my sweep came up clean, I left the premises and drove back home to the estate.
My mindset was in no way prepared to deal with anything else after the events that had transpired.
I needed a whole bottle at this point to get my shit together.
Knowing what awaited me back home was overwhelming a nigga enough.
Ledge
All the events of the day had caught up to a nigga.
When I whipped my truck into the driveway of our home, I killed the engine and checked on the kids in the back seat before giving Chevy my attention.
She yawned, and I could tell the day had been just as eventful for her.
An entire birthday party took place above our heads, kids were having the time of their fucking lives, and we were down below laying a mothafucka down permanently.
“You okay?” she questioned, worry filling her gorgeous ass face.
Staring off ahead, I shook my head while my hand rested on the spot on my face between my nose and mouth, covering it.
“I don’t know. Nigga got a lot on his mind.”
“Tell me about it. Can you believe all that shit with Harbor and her sister? Between her and Ivana? I don’t know how we ain’t somewhere bonding that girl out. You know I would have snapped like a fucking twig,” Chevy ranted.
“I found out who hit the apartment,” I muttered, relaxing in my seat.
“Who was it?” Chevy swirled in my direction.
“Kemper Evans,” I revealed, and her face lost all expression.
“What? Why would he do something like that?” Chevy queried, breath stalling while the color drained from her face.
“Same shit I want to know. Nigga suspicious for a reason, Chev. What you say to that?” I was testing her.
“We went on a few dates, Ledge. It wasn’t nothing serious or no shit like that.”
“Well, I just found out that this nigga’s father is also my father. So I need to know what the fuck he’s doing here.”
“Your… What… Are you sure?” Chevy asked, disbelief filling the curiosity in her eyes.
“The last thing I am is fucking stupid, Chevy. This nigga broke into my shit looking for something. What you tell him about me, hmm?” I questioned, getting in her face.
“Nothing. You know me better than that,” she countered, and I peered down my nose at her.
I was tripping. I knew she was solid. If this nigga was sniffing around, he already knew something. I didn’t have to give him anything, because he was already searching for it.
“I’m bugging, ma. This ain’t on you. I’m going to help you get the kids in the house, and then I got some shit to handle before I lay it down.” Unloading the car, I did just that, and she met me at the door once we got them tucked in.
Chevy rested against the frame, arms hugging herself while she stared out at me.
“I don’t have a good feeling about any of this, Ledge.” She pouted.
“It’s up to the big God if it’s my time or not.” I planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Her hand fell on the back of my neck, and she reeled me in closer. Our tongues did a dance before I nudged away from her gently and searched her deep, crayon-brown eyes.
“I love you,” I told her, pecking her lips one last time for good luck.
Once I was in my car, I dialed the phone number that I got from Chevy’s phone for this fool.
I wasn’t a hide my hand kind of nigga. If I did some shit to you, I wanted you to see it coming.
There was no use in beating around the bush with this dude.
Brother or not, I needed to know what the play was for my own sake.
“Hello,” Evans answered, sounding unsure.
The random number probably made him suspicious.
“’Sup, swine,” I greeted him like the asshole I was. “You know, if you wanted to visit a nigga, all you had to do was ask for an invite.”
“The fuck you talking about?” he quipped.
“How you want to do this? I’m not about to play this game with you.”
“I’m in the middle of something right now,” Evans answered, annoyed.
“Grayson Pier, one hour,” I instructed before hanging up.