Goon #3
Montana sighed, and her background noise faded.
“The only difference between me and Nisha is that she’s in control of when she wants to give her pussy up for tuition, and nobody is putting their hands on her.”
“Nigga got the nerve to be putting his hands on her?” Khaos’s nose flared, ready to whoop his ass right here and now.
I was interested in listening to more. Montana seemed chill that night I met her at Khaos’s lounge. Her friend, Nisha, was most definitely looser than she was and probably had fucked Wylie that night.
Montana was more caught up in the vibes, and wasn’t concerned with any of us, no matter how many times Meer reminded her of what to say to Capri.
“Yeah, nothing to say now.”
“Man, stop fucking acting like you not using me for what I can give you. All you talk about is how your mother lost her way. When the fuck I’m meeting her? All I ever hear about is your missing fucking sister.”
“You promised me that you would help me find her, Ollie.”
The desperation was clear in her voice. She’d put up with the unauthorized sex and abuse if that meant this fat bitch would help her find her sister.
“And I am… where the fuck you think I’m going now? I’m risking it all to bring her home to you, baby.”
“Okay, Ollie,” she surrendered.
Something she had probably done a thousand times before. I could hear the defeat in her voice, as she clung onto every lie that he was telling her. The water turned off and I could hear the shower curtain being pushed back.
“Call me when you make it home, Baby… okay? You know I hate when we argue.” His tone wasn’t reassuring.
She was probably reassured, but as a nigga who wasn’t wrapped all that tight, I could tell when a nigga is playing nice, and when he’s actually nice.
The phone chimed, indicating that she ended the call. As soon as the phone call ended, I heard him calling someone else on speaker.
“What up, Ollie?”
“Jerome, you busy?”
“Nah… sitting around. Sigel’s ass been ghost.” He sounded irritated.
“Yeah, he needs to lay low right now… shit, we both do.”
“Not even gonna pretend I wanna know what the fuck is going on. Not like niggas tell me anything anyway.” He yawned into the phone.
Those niggas sat around and waited on Sigel because he was the one who controlled their money.
When he disappeared, they didn’t fucking eat.
If they only knew that they were getting their palms greased by a fucking pig.
Given the chance, he was throwing every nigga in the Deep-water Demons under the bus.
“How your mama?”
Jerome paused. “Nigga, you ain’t call me to ask about your damn sister.”
Ollie chuckled. “I need you to ride with me to run an errand.”
“And you need me because?”
“Bitch, you ain’t doing shit else… I’m paying.”
“You need to run an errand at damn near four in the morning?” Ollie was brushing his teeth now.
He spit the toothpaste into the sink. “You sure got a lot of questions for a nigga that need the money. I can’t drive because I’m about to stomp a hole in my bitch’s back.”
“I don’t have many morals, but rolling up to abuse your battered girlfriend is fucked up.”
“Yeah and fucking on her sister is, too.”
“Nigga, I don’t fuck Sabrina… fuck is you even chatting about. She house pussy, but she not my pussy… I’m on my way.” He was offended that Ollie assumed he was fucking on shorty.
“Bet.”
I took place in the doorway of the second bedroom. Khaos went back down the steps, and stood there, as the bathroom door opened. All the steam exited before Ollie did. I was confused on where he found a towel big enough to wrap around his big ass.
“Gonna break that bitch’s neck,” he was seething as he walked past the bedroom. I didn’t know how far Jerome stayed from him, so I needed to be quick.
I cleared my throat, and this nigga threw a punch. Ducking, I nearly missed his fist, as he charged at me. “Guess I wasn’t that quiet, huh?”
He backed me up into the second bedroom, which had a small desk at the window, and racks with clothing on them. I could still smell the perfume that Montana spritzed before she went out.
Avoiding the different heels sprawled on the carpet, this nigga was coming quicker. “Who the fuck sent you?”
I didn’t respond.
I was sizing him up, and Khaos was in the doorway. He knew to remain there. We didn’t jump niggas over this way. That was the first lesson that Chef had taught us both. We handled business together, but never together.
I would have taken it as disrespect if he had jumped in. It was a sign that he didn’t think I could handle my own. Ollie was cornering me against the desk, as I watched his movement.
He walked with a slight limp, and it was the left leg. Each time he walked, he took a dip. I had a lot of fucking questions for Washington on why the fuck he hired a damn crippled bodyguard.
That towel was fighting for its life to stay around his body. I fucking prayed that shit remained, as I took his life from him. The back of my legs touched the desk, letting me know I had no more space to move. He smirked, thinking I was panicked, but I was just calculating my next move.
“Mek di pussy bwoy regret him eva underestimate yuh.”
Like I knew the bitch would, he swung at the same time that I ducked down and pulled the cheap ass rug from under him. He didn’t fall, but I sure as hell didn’t give him a chance to find his balance and become stable.
Nigga was bigger, so I had to use more muscle and calculate each move before I made it. I got down in a position like I was about to take the ball all the way to a touchdown and lunged at his ass.
Khaos jumped out the way, as I continued to bum rush his ass into the corner, causing the door to close.
I tossed punches quicker than he was able to recover.
My anger for him had my fucking ears hot.
I thought about Boobie as I tossed each punch.
The nigga was supposed to protect her and he was trying to serve her up on a platter to that nigga Sigel.
He started trying to bear hug me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. With all my might, I stepped back and slammed his ass onto the floor.
“Oh fuck!” Khaos hollered, as I commenced to stomping this nigga out.
“You like touching your dick to my wife!” I barked, as I continued to stomp his head in.
He was trying to get up, but with the way I slammed his big ass down, I knew something in his back was broken. “You were supposed to fucking protect her, you big ass water buffalo!”
My chest heaved up and down as I looked to my right, and Khaos stood there with the gun in his hand. If I had my machete, I would have carved his fucking ass up like a turkey on Thanksgiving.
“When Menace finds out what the fuck you did… it’s over for you!” Ollie spit at my feet, and I smirked, the gold in my mouth probably blinding him.
“Nigga, that’s fucking family. Who you think gave the greenlight? Send a good word up for me, ight?”
“To wh—”
Before he could finish his sentence, I emptied the chamber into his head as we watched his body jerk uncontrollably. I was thankful Khaos had a silencer on his gun, so whenever Jerome arrived, he would find his perverted ass cousin with bullets in his head, and his dick out.
“To God, fuck nigga.” I turned to exit the room, looking over everything to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind.
When we got to the bottom level of the home, the security box lit up. “All clear… cameras been fizzled out,” I heard Aimee’s voice.
“Good looking,” I replied, as we exited the house as quietly as we came.
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Whatever that was left of Castello was being put to rest today.
His home going up in flames had been all over the news.
They reported that it had been faulty wiring that caused the blaze.
We all knew that was what they wanted the public to know.
Had they released that he had been murdered and set on fire, that would raise more questions on what he had been involved in.
They didn’t want that being leaked to the public.
When they mentioned the faulty wiring as the cause of the home burning down, that was when I realized just how much bigger this shit was. Sigel was a small fish in a massive ocean, and they wouldn’t give a fuck what happened to him.
They protected their own, and he wasn’t included. He was too damn foolish to realize that they were sending a gazelle into a lion’s den to test the waters. The wild goose chase that he had been on while trying to get intel on Menace didn’t sit right with me.
My baby was sleeping with the enemy and didn’t have a clue. I knew she was internally beating herself up about the shit. Especially because Menace warned her about the weasel multiple times.
Boobie hated to be wrong, and this time she was.
As her man, it was my job to tell her that she was wrong but support her through it at the same time.
She had to learn to take it on the chin.
I needed her to realize that her brother may have been wacked out, but the nigga never played when it came to his siblings.
He would end himself if that meant they would be able to walk away without a hair out of place.
I wanted her to know and understand the same thing when it came to me. She was worth everything to me, and I was never letting shit slide or taking it on the chin when it came to Zoya Caselli. That shit that Ollie pulled was unforgivable, and it was something that I had to handle.
As a man, specifically her man, I wouldn’t let anything slide as it pertained to handling business when it came to my wife.
The funeral procession sped past me with two cops on motorcycles in the front while black SUVs followed in a single line with their hazards on. Once the black SUV’s and cars drove by, three cops on bikes ended the procession.
“Just passed me,” I spoke into my burner phone. “How far?”