11. Montrell ‘Mook’ Brown #2
Esha passed me her phone, and the post that she was showing me, it had over a million fuckin views.
I went through video after video seeing Riot get her ass beat.
Granted, them bitches had her tied down while one big bitch was doing her in, but she still was getting her ass beat at the end of the day.
I sat back with a big ass smile on my face, cheesing, and grinning, watching this shit unfold.
“Damn. Ain’t none of that tough girl shit was going on in there. Damn. That bitch beat her ass,” I chuckled, going back to the first video because I wanted to see it all over again.
“Anybody that’s going around saying that she got her ass beat is corny in my opinion.
Riot not my friend or anything like that, so this is not me trying to take up for her, but none of those fights were fair.
If a nigga had you down on your back with four other dudes holding you down, each of them having you by your legs, and arms, there’s literally no way that you can fight back.
Now, if this was a one-on-one fight, and she got her ass beat up like that, then yeah, ya’ll would have every right to laugh, but I can’t bring myself to laugh at this shit.
It’s corny. The only people in the comments that’s laughing are the dick eaters that want to fuck Dolo, or the bitches that have issues with Riot.
Nobody else laughing and agreeing with this,” you could hear the anger all in Esha’s voice as she said this to me.
“Man, Ima still laugh. That bitch think she so tough. Went to jail and found out that she’s not as tough as she thought she was. They should have killed that bitch,” I spat, going through the video again. After playing the last one, I tossed the phone back to Esha and stood up.
She had a look in her eyes like she was disgusted by me. I watched her as she rolled her eyes, and then she stood up from the couch as well.
“I’m glad you stood up because I was just getting ready to suggest that you leave.
I’m not liking the person that your becoming.
I let the shit slide with you coming over here snorting coke because I could tell that Dolo removing you from the business really fucked you up, but I just didn’t enjoy you today.
Every other thing that comes out of your mouth is negative.
I don’t want that kind of shit around me.
Don’t come over here no more Mook,” she said to me, and when she said it, I turned around, looking at this bitch like she was crazy.
“Oh, so you on Riot dick just like everybody else now, huh? That bitch don’t know you, and don’t give a fuck about you!
You think if she was around a nigga right now, and the nigga was laughing at you that she would give a fuck?
You show me a video of a bitch getting her ass beat, and I laugh, now all of a sudden you don’t want to be around me?
Well, hoe I don’t want to be around you either.
The fuck!” I spat, getting in her face, needing her to feel where I was coming from.
“That’s cool. I’m glad that we can agree on that,” she said, trying to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm, yanking her so hard that I damn near broke her arm.
“Ay bitch, shut the fuck up talking to me crazy. Let this would have been a month ago, your ass wouldn’t have been eager to see me leave.
Now all of a sudden, a nigga not working alongside Dolo anymore, and you ready to see me go?
Don’t get it twisted, I may not be moving weight with him no more, but a nigga still got money.
I ain’t no bum, so respect me as such. You want to dick ride Riot, and be upset with me because I’m laughing at a fuckin video?
Fuck you, man!” I snapped at her, barking all in her face as I was talking to her.
She was breathing hard, with a mug on her face as she looked at me.
I felt like I had my own shit going on that I was probably taking out on her. Not wanting to get out of my body more than I was already doing, so I decided to just get the fuck on, and leave her ass right there. I walked over to her front door, opening it, and I slammed it behind me.
Esha stayed on the 2nd floor, so I went over to the stairs, jogging down them, and made my way over to my car. I quickly got in, and before starting it up, I used this moment to take my anger out on the steering wheel. I punched it multiple times, letting out screams of anger.
I felt like a man’s dick, and his career were two of the things that made him a man. I was stripped of my fuckin job, and that shit made me feel like less of a man.
Not only was I stripped of my job, but the other niggas that I thought were my brothers didn’t even call to check up on me and see how I was doing.
You would think that I would have got a phone call from Bray, or Kenrick.
I didn’t expect Diego to hit me because at the end of the day, Dolo was his blood brother, so I expected his loyalty to be with his brother.
I didn’t expect this from Bray, nor Kendrick.
It made me feel like we never had a brotherhood from the beginning.
I was taking this shit hard. I was abusing coke, getting so sloppy with it that I was doing it out in the open.
There used to be a time when I would only do it when nobody was looking.
Now, I didn’t give a fuck. I was drinking a lot and taking a lot of pills.
Whenever I had all those drugs in my system, it was a good escape.
I was able to forget about the loss that I took.
I couldn’t let a nigga strip me of the one thing that made me a man and think that he could just go on to tell about it.
Nobody wanted to have to make that decision and kill their brother.
It wasn’t going to be an easy decision to off a nigga that I grew up with and shared a lot of memories with.
It had to be done though. That was the only way that I was going to find some kind of peace with this shit.
Whoever had a problem with how I was moving, and whoever wanted to stand in the way when that day came, and I had to off that nigga, they could die right along with him. I swear it wouldn’t make me any difference.