Legacy
LEGACY
Taking care of two toddlers and dealing with my shit always left Bless working off of just a few hours of sleep. So, after I made sure she let off two good orgasms, she was knocked out. I was settled beside her, ready to allow the nut that I had bust and the haze of the Percocet to take me to sleep as well. But as I glanced at my phone, a text from Tony grabbed my attention.
Tony : We found him. Meet me at the spot.
My heart quickened at the message. Hastily, I slipped out of bed, barely registering the way Bless stirred beside me.
"Where are you going?" Her voice was thick with sleep as she watched me curiously.
"Going on a quick run.”
I sensed her reluctance, her hesitance to let me go and I cursed silently at the strain my bullshit had put on our relationship.
"I'll be right back. I promise," I assured her, already halfway out the door before she could protest further.
Creeping through the silent house, I tiptoed past Zara and Eden's rooms, careful not to disturb Eden’s slumber. As I quietly hurried through the living room, I spotted Zara who was still asleep in the pack-and-play.
Stepping out into the stifling June heat, redemption propelled me forward. My ride’s air conditioning was a welcome refuge from the suffocating warmth, and I wasted no time driving to my trap house just a few blocks away. As I navigated the hood, eager anticipation filled me. I embraced the feeling of euphoria that came over me that finally wasn’t birthed by Percocet. This happiness was all about the opportunity of sweet revenge.
After arriving at the trap house, I parked so recklessly that I got the worried attention of many of the people sitting on the hoods of cars, standing on stoops, and kids playing on the sidewalks. I hopped out, taking long, quick strides towards the small, one-story house that I trapped out of.
After entering with my key, I went straight to the basement where I knew Tony would have taken the man who had killed my sister. The streets talked way too much, just never to the police, so soon after Ri’s murder, I learned that the man who had killed Ri was Bear, a nigga that had beef with Brando over another woman. My sister had been killed because this bitch-ass nigga was in his feelings because Brando was fucking his bitch. The beef unfolded after that, adding more rage to the hostility between them.
The cold of the underground basement was more relief from the heat outside, but not the heated fury that was boiling over inside me. Satisfied with my arrival, Tony stepped back from Bear, who was tied to a chair in the middle of the floor. He stared at me with no fear in his swollen eyes. Tony had beaten the shit out of him. He was hardly recognizable. But he was cocky and had no sympathy. And I had no words for him, no questions to ask him. He simply needed to die. He had been successful in hiding from us for a year, but he had finally slipped.
I took my hammer from my waistband and cocked it without a word. Tony stepped back further into a corner just as I began to fire rounds into Bear’s body. The sound was deafening inside the basement, but since this was my torture chamber, I had made it soundproof so that the echoes of slayings couldn’t be heard on the other side of the walls. Bullets flooded his body. His head dropped and his eyes closed. His body went limp as it filled with holes that immediately spilled blood as smoke slowly swam from them.