Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Loco.
“This girl want me to kick her mothafuckin’ ass,” I hissed, hanging up the phone when I got her voicemail again.
“Ay, Lord, lock in,” Prynce said, hitting my chest. I glanced up from my phone, noticing the run-down house we were sitting in front of. “Here.”
He handed me a tablet that displayed the video the drone was recording. I’d given the shit a few weeks, long enough in my book to let them think that shit was sweet, but now that shit was done. All of them pigs down at ACPD were gon’ be national news.
My eyes were trained on the countdown in the bottom corner of the screen until it hit zero.
The corners of my lips lifted into a smile when I watched the building explode.
It had been hard as fuck to catch the crew that was working the night I was arrested on the same shift after threatening Collin’s little bitch ass, but Kyng worked his magic and got an inside man to make the shit happen.
Thankfully ACPD was only a holding facility, so they transported anyone that they arrested.
After that part of the business was done, I handed the tablet back to Prynce then focused on the house in front of me. I was still tight as fuck because Diamond was ignoring my calls, but I’d deal with that when I went to pull up on her ass once I was done.
“Aight, the heat signature got like six niggas in there. How you tryna do this shit?”
I smirked at Prynce. Since his ass had gotten married, he wasn’t out terrorizing the streets like I was anymore, but he’d invested hella money in all the new toys and shit his ass had like the drone he had flying over the police station.
We hadn’t ever pulled up on niggas and used no fucking heat signature, so the shit was lowkey comedic seeing it.
“Heat signature?” I chuckled. “Who you? James Bond now, Lord?”
“No, nigga, I’m just trying to get the shit over as quick as possible,” he replied. “You should have been ended these niggas. Let me find out you been slippin’.”
“Fuck out of here,” I waved him off and laughed. “I was on a whole tour, mothafucka.”
“And? Yo’ ass basically live here now, so don’t give me that,” he smirked.
“You don’ fell in love and suddenly this shit don’ took a backseat to that.
” I got ready to reply and decline the idea, but he stopped me.
“Ain’t shit wrong with that. You wild as fuck, so I’m glad you found someone to slow yo’ ass down.
I need you to live forever with me nigga. ”
I chuckled lowly before replying, “I’m gon’ do that shit regardless, Lord. You know it’s me, you, and Jay ‘til this shit over.”
“Facts, but a nigga need some nieces and nephews, so once we handle this, cool out for a minute. Let the lil’ niggas wreak havoc for a while.”
“Aight, Lord, I hear you,” I chuckled. “We can go catch some bodies now or you got more of ya lil’ pep talk?”
“Fuck you, bruh,” he laughed, turning his attention back to his screen. “How you wanna do this?”
“Just wanna go in there and smoke the niggas for real,” I admitted. “Diamond ain’t been answering for me in two days. I need to push up on her.”
“Ah hell, what you do nigga?”
“Nothing,” I shook my head. “She had to deal with some shit with her sister, so she might be in her feelings about that, but I’m pullin’ up when we done so I can make it clear she can have her space but she still gon’ pick up that fuckin’ phone when I call.”
“On Lord,” Prynce agreed. “Come on, let’s get this shit over with so you can go see about sis.”
Nodding, I tossed the tablet and my phone on the backseat then grabbed the guns.
We checked the clips and shit before getting out and making our way in.
It was just me and P since the season had started for Jay.
We also didn’t bring any of the lil’ Lords with us because I didn’t think we needed them.
I learned from the beginning that these Crimson niggas were weak.
The leader hid in the shadows, and he put his flesh and blood on the front line to be the first niggas to die.
He’d gotten a little sense since I murked them niggas at that motel though because I hadn’t seen the other brother since then.
Frog checked the bodies out after they’d been cleaned up the night we lit they’re lil’ hangout spot up and Slim wasn’t one of them.
It was straight though because we’d found their address after doing some digging, and from the looks of the shit, they liked all dirty shit.
They never looked like much of anything when I saw the niggas out and the spots they frequented were all run down.
After confirming that the guns were good, the two of us climbed out of the car and made our way toward the house.
There were a few lights on, and I could hear the T.V.
Prynce checked his lil’ shit and confirmed that two niggas were in the living room, so I picked the lock and quietly pushed the door open.
The door did squeak a little, but they appeared to be asleep, so they didn’t move.
Shit was better for me because not only did I not want to waste a lot of time on them, but they also weren’t who I was there for.
Prynce and I went ahead and sent the two on the couch on to an eternal sleep since the niggas were already knocked out then made our way through the house.
“It’s two in here,” he pointed to a door we were standing outside of, “and two down there. I’ll take this one and you take them two,” he nodded toward the door on the end.
Nodding, I slowly made my way down the hall to the closed door. When I turned the knob, it was unlocked, so I pushed it open and entered. I peeped at the nigga in bed and saw that it was Space from the picture that Frog had sent.
He was laid up with a bitch, so I walked to the side he was lying on and hit him in his stomach with the butt of the AR15 I had.
“Get yo’ bitch ass up!” I barked.
He folded immediately and ol’ girl was jarred from her sleep as well. She’d gathered the blanket and used it to cover herself as she cowered against the back board while he laid there coughing, trying to get himself together.
“W-what is going on?” ol’ girl stammered. “W-who are you?”
The room was dimly lit and I had a hat pulled down over my face so she probably couldn’t see me.
“Oh, shit, it’s my bad,” I chuckled, using one hand to turn my hat around so they could get a better look at me. “You been lookin’ for me Space, but you were takin’ too long to find me. I figured I’d help you out.”
“H-How’d y-you get i-in here?” he asked between coughs. “H-how’d you even f-find m-me?”
“Oh, because me and my niggas really like that. We don’t just call ourselves street niggas. We own these shits no matter where the fuck we at,” I smirked. “I came to this city on some chill shit, to do my music and found a girl in the process. You sent ya lil’ soldiers after me…”
“After you killed my fuckin’ brother nigga!” he barked. “You expected me to just do nothing about it?!”
“Naw, I didn’t, but what have you done?” I lifted my brows.
“You’ve seen what I’ve done.”
“Yeah, and the same shit that happened to them gon’ happen to you.”
“We’ll see about that.” He tried reaching across ol’ girl to grab the gun I’d seen on the nightstand, but I fired two quick shots hitting him in the forearm and hand.
There was a silencer on the gun, so the shots couldn’t be heard, but ol’ girl screaming could, I put us all out of our misery and put one in her head.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck!” the bitch ass nigga cried. “W-what do you want?”
“Oh, nothing,” I chuckled. “I just promised to dismantle your whole organization, which wasn’t big enough to begin with. And also, to show you how steep the margins between us really are.”
By the time he was ready to reply, I lit his ass up like a Christmas tree. I felt a rush seeing his body jolt and convulse as the bullets penetrated his bitch ass.
“‘Bout time, nigga,” Prynce said from behind me. I glanced behind me, finding him leaning up against the doorframe. “Thought you was in and out.”
“This shit was quick, Lord, what you mean.”
“Nigga, you was in here givin’ Oscar speeches and shit.”
“Gotta do the shit for the dramatics sometimes,” I shrugged. “How we cleanin’ this shit up?”
“Kyng already got some people on the way. He said this the last time.”
“He said that shit the last time.” I laughed and so did Prynce.
“Yeah, but he deadass this time. He ain’t feeling infiltrating other territory the way he has been, and I don’t blame him. He on other Family’s territory.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’d rather listen to that nigga fuss than you. Let’s bounce.”
“Yeah, aight, Lord, you say that ‘til you do some mo’ shit then he leave yo’ ass out to dry.”
“Imagine that shit,” I chuckled as we headed out. “All I got to do is say somethin’ to Regent and voila,” I smirked.
“That’s cold nigga,” he laughed as we slid in the car. “You gon’ pull the trump card.”
“Got to sometimes,” I laughed. “You know y’all pops love me like I’m one of y’all.”
“On Lord. K gon’ be mad when I tell him you said you was gon’ call that nigga.”
“Fuck him,” I laughed, “but I’m chillin’ after this anyway, so we straight.”
His smile stretched wider. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Whatever, Lord,” I chuckled. “Hurry and get me to my girl’s crib. I gotta put some straightening on this shit.”
We talked about his kids and how he was about to be out of the way so he could take them on vacation, and I filled him in on my own plans.
I hadn’t even told my mama and them about the moves I was trying to make, but P was my nigga.
My literal day one and always the first person that I wanted to share big news with.