Chapter 21 #2
“Fuck it,” I sighed. “I’m about to find a flight back.”
“Baby,” she stopped me, cracking a smile that was both small and genuine. “I’m really okay. I think I just needed to hear that. Thank you.” My body relaxed a bit.
“Don’t thank me. This is literally my job,” I said playfully.
The change in her mood was apparent, and it made me happy, but the moment I hung up, I saw red at the thought of Malcom’s punk ass fuckin’ with her.
When I went to bed, I found myself tossing and turning, the urge to act burning at my skin.
I couldn’t protect everyone, but I’d be damned if I didn’t protect her.
“What’s good, fool?” Rome asked, picking up my call on the first ring.
“I’m on my way to you. I need a favor,” I said as I hurriedly packed my bag to catch my morning flight to New York.
I had been stalking Malcom’s hoe ass all night and saw that he just touched back down in the city, so I was right behind his ass.
Rome must have caught the bite in my tone and realized that this wasn’t a happy call.
He immediately turned serious, ready to go to war just like I was.
“Whatever you need. You know I got you.”
A half a day later, I was stepping out of a car and making my way into the hotel.
It wasn’t a nice one by any means, but it was the kind where people didn’t call the police because they were most likely there for shady shit too—perfect for what I needed.
I met Rome in the hallway and he quickly dapped me up.
“He here?” I asked, my eyes raising to the closed door behind him.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “His bitch ass didn’t ask no questions, even knowin’ I don’t fuck with him like that. He was just so thirsty for some camera time that he came running like a bitch in heat.”
“Perfect,” I nodded, focused on the task at hand.
“You need me to come in with you?” he asked.
“Nah, I got it. Wait out here for me,” I said, jaw clenched, fists tight, and more than ready to let out some frustration.
Rome nodded and I slowly opened the door, stepped in, and softly closed it behind me.
Malcom’s snake ass was sitting there, snickering at something on his phone like he hadn’t just offset Amaya’s whole life with little to no effort.
“Chase!” His face lit up when he saw me. Mine didn’t. “What’s good, nigga? You here for the interview too?”
“Nah,” I answered, slowly moving closer to the chair he was sitting in.
“Then, what’s up? Fuck you doin’ here?”
“I came to holla at you—heard you got a lil problem with keeping your hands to yourself?”
“Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, bro?” He chuckled, clearly trying to keep it light. The look on my face must have been enough to let him know that wasn't shit sweet.
“I feel like you know exactly what the fuck I’m talkin’ bout, Malcom. Unless you got multiple exes that you put hands on and can’t seem to let go of.” He paused to think before a look of realization crossed his face, followed by one of betrayal.
“Amaya? She fuckin’ with you?”
“Yeah, and I know everything,” I said with a nod, looking him in his eyes, he had a few inches on me, but the way his bitch ass shriveled down in my presence told me everything that I needed to know—this wouldn’t be a fair fight.
Hearing her break down on the phone with me yesterday had me ready to make that nigga a memory.
“Nah man, I don’t know what that bit—” My fist connected with his mouth before he could even finish calling her out her name. His hoe ass didn’t even try to square up, just whimpered like a bitch.
“Chase, wait, please!” he begged, throwing his hands up in defense.
“Wait? Nigga, did you wait when you put your hands on her? When you hurt her? You want mercy now bitch ass nigga?!” I ranted as my fists acted as judge, jury, and executioner, knocking him to the floor and hitting him with blow after blow.
The continuous cracking of his face was the most satisfying thing I had experienced in years—outside of the woman whose pussy was so good that I was out here risking jail time just to put her mind at ease.
My hands were skilled enough to inflict the most damage without sustaining any at all, and I knew Malcom would be unrecognizable after I was done turning his face into soup.
“Come on man!” he begged through bloodied teeth as he folded up into the fetal position on the floor.
“Please! You met her! You know how she is! She was screamin’ in my face about some bitches!
She deserved it!” Those last three words damn near signed his death certificate as I hit him one last time, causing his head to snap back violently, then I grabbed his neck and squeezed, choking that nigga until I knew he had just a glimpse of the pearly gates.
“You got one more time to call her, come by her people’s house, or any of that shit. If you even breathe her name again, I’ma have some of my New York niggas pull up and send you into early retirement!” I said, delivering one last satisfying kick to his ribs as I backed away.
“You got it! I won’t ever bother her again!
Amaya’s big ass ain’t even worth all this shit!
” he murmured as he held his stomach and neck.
A smile stretched across my face as I stomped that nigga so hard that he had an indentation of the EKIN from the bottom of my black forces stamped in his forehead.
I went to the door and opened it again, gesturing with a head tilt to summon the five niggas waiting outside to come in.
“Wait!” his face went as white as a nigga could go. “I said I wouldn’t! You got it, please don’t do this!”
“Fuck nigga, I said if you said her name again I was sending somebody for that ass, didn’t I?
And what did you immediately turn around and do?
” I watched the moment his error replayed in his head and he started pleading for his life as a wet spot spread over his jeans.
I looked down in disgust at his pissy ass, making sure to step back because I didn’t want that shit near me.
“Chase! Please, nigga! Tell them I’m good! Please don’t do this to me! I don’t deserve this!” he reasoned as I chuckled, walking out the door and smiling as his screams got louder and louder.
“We good?” Rome asked me, joining as we made our way to the exit.
“Perfect,” I answered with a nod.
“You handle what you needed to?”
“Nigga, you think I’ma hoe? Hell yeah, I handled it!” I said, looking at him with a scowl, before it softened. “Thank you for lookin’ out though.”
“Nigga, you know I got you… Now what?” he asked.
“Now I’m about to pull up on her and make sure she’s good,” I said. It was the only thing that made sense.
“My nigga,” he said with a smile as he pounded my fist. We left it at that, and I was on the next thing smokin’ to get back to New Dawn.