34. Scar
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
SCAR
I was fed up at this fucking point. Them lil niggas was taking shit to social media for fucking attention and they were ’bout to get the shit they were fucking asking for. Chad and his people were going live talking shit ’bout Schizo and I exposing our fucking business. All the shit we were doing, from dealing drugs to distributing weapons, as if it was their fucking business to tell. It wasn’t enough that they placed our uncle in the fucking dirt while we were gon’ ’cause we killed some of ’em. That was the only reason why Schizo and I left the shit alone—we didn’t want to start an unnecessary war, but they were pissing me the fuck off. It was only so long that I’d be able to hold Schizo’s ass off.
The moment Schizo sent me that live, I knew he was ’bout to wreak havoc on their asses. If I didn’t find him and soon, more blood was gon’ shed.
“Where you at?” I asked soon as he answered the phone. I could hear a clip being slapped into a gun.
“I’m ’bout to end this shit once and for all.”
“You’re ’bout to start a war. That’s what you’re ’bout to do.”
“At this point, I really don’t give a fuck. These niggas tryna make it seem like I’m pussy. They ’bout to fuck ’round and find out.”
“Let’s just roll up on ’em and see if we can work some shit out.”
Schizo chuckled. “Work some shit out? Nigga, is you fucking crazy? These niggas just told all of our fucking business and you wanna sit down and talk to ’em? They gon’ have the fucking feds knocking at our got damn door. You wanna sit down and talk to ’em too when they come to fucking arrest us? No, didn’t think so.”
Yeah, that nigga was pissed the fuck off. That was the only time Schizo got to answering his own fucking questions. The way his mind was wired, no one was able to talk him down off the ledge once he made his mind up to do something.
“I’m riding out. Either you’re with me or you can stay yo’ ass the fuck out my way. I’ll shoot yo’ ass too,” he said, meaning every word.
“Where you going?”
“A lil birdy told me they bitch asses up there in Millbrook at some fucking pool house. I’ma stop by there first and see what the fuck going on.”
“Meet me at the Walmart and I’ll hop in the car with you.”
“Bet.” Schizo disconnected the call and I turned out of Doll’s apartment complex.
On my way to Millbrook, I stopped by the house and picked up my assault rifle. There was no telling how shit was gon’ turn out when we made it up there into uncharted territory, but I had to be prepared. I was willing to do whatever it took to ensure we got out of there alive.
By the time I pulled into Walmart’s parking lot, Schizo was already parked and facing a blunt. I smelled the weed soon as I stepped out the car. He should have known better to be sitting out there in the open smoking that much. Shit would have drawn unwanted attention. Knowing him, he had some illegal ass shit in the car with him and if he got caught by the police up here, his ass was going up that road.
My eyes scanned my surroundings to make certain that no one was paying attention to me before I climbed out the car with my gun and locked the doors behind me. I got in alongside Schizo and he instantly passed me the blunt. The door wasn’t even closed good. He peeled out of his parking space and jumped right onto the street. I sat there silently puffing on the blunt, playing out ways this shit could go once we got there.
“Is it a lot of ’em?” I questioned him.
“It was ’bout four or five that I know of. We can take ’em.” He sounded confident, but this was the exact nigga who thought he could take on almost an entire police force when they tried to haul his ass off to prison after shooting his coach.
Schizo turned into JB’s and parked his car. There wasn’t a line outside and only ’bout ten cars in the parking lot. He pulled out a ski mask from his center console and handed it to me. “Put that shit on,” he instructed.
“If we running up in there with masks on, how the fuck they gon’ know it’s us? That is the whole point, ain’t it? To scare they asses?”
“Nah, the point is to kill they ass so they’ll shut the fuck up. I’m ’bout to light that mufucka up like it’s Christmas.”
“So you gon’ go in there and kill innocent bystanders too?”
Schizo tugged his ski mask down over his face and replied, “I’m gon’ give ’em time to get the fuck out. If they don’t, they’ll just go down with ’em,” and got out the car.
I put my mask on and hopped out behind him. He searched the parking lot before entering the building. He aimed toward the ceiling and let one shot off. Sheetrock and dust dropped from the bullet hole. All the music ceased, and everyone’s eyes darted in our direction.
“If you not part of Chad and his crew, I suggest you get the fuck out,” Schizo warned. People began to stampede out of there. Chad and his people stood in the back corner with their pool sticks in their hands. Their guns were tucked in front of their jeans and some of the others had ’em on the side.
I strolled over to where they stood and yanked every single gun in view off ’em and slid ’em in Schizo’s direction. The last thing we wanted was a fucking surprise.
Schizo stepped over the guns and lifted his mask just enough where they could see his face. “Y’all walking ’round here like y’all so fucking big and got damn bad. Wanna tell people’s business and shit. Y’all a bunch of bitches if you ask me.”
“Y’all killed our people and thought we weren’t gon’ do none ’bout it?”
“Nigga, we laid our uncle to rest. That should have been enough for you. We were gon’ let the shit go, but y’all steady fucking picking,” I told ’em. All they had to do was keep their fucking mouths closed and everyone could have moved on with their lives. Instead, they wanted to pretend like they were big and bad and now they were gon’ have to meet their maker.
“Delete that fucking live,” Schizo instructed ’em.
“I ain’t deleting shit.”
Schizo’s eyes closed and he rubbed his forehead. His hand lifted in one of their direction. Soon as his eyes opened, he fired. The nigga’s body dropped to the floor riddled with bullets.
“I’m not gon’ stand here and ask yo’ ass again.”
“Like I said, I ain’t—” Schizo dropped the mufucka before he was even able to finish his sentence. He stepped over to his body, reached into his pocket and took his iPhone out. He placed it to his face, it unlocked, and he went straight to Facebook. I focused on the other two niggas as Schizo deleted the live and slipped the phone into his pocket.
I dropped the other two like flies and collected all the guns off the floor. Schizo pulled his mask back down over his face before we exited the building. Sirens could be heard nearing in the distance. People stood ’round the parking lot lurking while others rushed to put as much distance between them and this place as possible.
We hopped into the car and sped out of there. Schizo took me back to my car and I followed him into the woods. Parking the car, he got out, popped the trunk and grabbed a gas can out of the back. I sat there and watched him as he poured gas all over the entire car, struck a match, and tossed it into the gas tank.
He ran full speed in my direction just as the car exploded behind him. I hopped back on the interstate and headed back in the direction of Montgomery.