“I remember putting him down like the dog he was. Right next to my Pops. Perhaps they both took their last breaths at the same time.” I shrugged. I remembered it so vividly; too bad Smack wasn’t inside of the house so he could witness his Pops like I witnessed mine take his last breath.
His jaw twitched, one of his boys shifted then grabbed at his gun. Tone stepped forward quickly, his gun was in his hand before I could blink. I lifted a finger, stopping him instantly.
“Let him move. I’ve been wanting a reason to redecorate this nasty place with brain matter.” I said calmly.
“Besides Tone, if he wanted me dead, I would have been that soon as I pulled up. Am I right, Smack? It’s been over a decade since I decided to let you live…Tell me, why so much hostility now?” I asked.
I held the king chess piece up with my index finger and thumb. Smack chuckled lowly then raised his hand, it was a gesture for his men to calm down.
“What can I help you with, Grand?” He pulled his pants up then sat back down. I made sure to outnumber him, even though I could have stepped in this bitch solo. I was positive with the mind control that I possessed over people that I would have walked out in one piece without troubles.
That’s right pussy, sit yo bitch ass down like your father used to do.
I remained standing, looking down at Smack like the punk bitch he would remain to be in my eyes. His light skin turned a shade red; in my mind he still looked like the same red head boy standing on the sidewalk of my Pops trap house with sadness reeking from his soul.
“Is my dad coming out?” A small voice called out to me before I reached for the door handle of Pops car.
I looked right into the face of a freckled boy that looked younger than me. He had to be around eight years old. His red hair, and light complexion made me think that he was lying. He looked nothing like Rosco’s bitch ass.
“Who yo daddy?” I asked him, keeping my eyes glued on him.
I touched Pops revolver that was tucked in front of my blood-soaked jeans ready to aim it at him if he tried anything funny.
“Rosco.” He uttered timidly.
“That pussy dead.” I spat with no remorse.
Pops dead too…Come see about me for revenge when you old enough to understand, and I’ll kill you too.
I should have killed Smack then, but something told me to save the best for last. I wondered over the years if he was finally mature enough to understand the kind of man his Pops was. Rosco took both my parents away. I was in no rush to end his blood line because by the time I got done with Smack, he would beg for me to end him.
“I’m not here to ask for your business. I’m here to tell you, starting this week, Friday precisely…The Eastside buys from me.”
He scoffed soon as the words were spoken. He curled his mouth like he smelled shit.
“You tryna pussy me on my own turf?” He frowned.
I stepped even closer, close enough to smell the fear under his cologne. I saw the sweat just above his lip. He was going to save face in front of his men.
“I don’t try, Smack. However, there’s always options in this life. We already know who runs most of L.A. Your Mexican plug has already backed out from providing you with whatever shitty shit you’ve been coping from him. So…” I tilted my head to the side and looked him directly in the eyes without blinking.
“The options are…prepare to buy from me or you can watch your men vanish one by one until the hood forgets your face like they forgot your daddy’s.” I smiled.
“Don’t mention my father.” He grilled me.
“Oh,” I flattened the chess piece in the palm of my hand and clutched my chest like I was offended.
“Should I mention your mommy? She resides at thirteen-twenty-four St. Andrews place, right in Gardena. She loves taking her puppies out for nice evening walks right around this time. I hear she loves to call you around eight p.m to ask all about your day…She worries about you the most, so she dropsdown to her knees right after talking to you on the phone to pray. It would be such a shame to have to snatch her ass up and place her in one of my cells.” I smirked.
“Besides, Smack… I wasn’t the one that mentioned your daddy first, now, was I?” I chuckled, pressing my chest with the king chess piece.
“Let’s stick to the topic, shall we? I don’t have much time to waste here.” I looked around disgusted all over again with the way things looked.
I saw a roach crawl up the cigarette-stained wall. Dried up blood soaked the rusty looking carpet beneath my boots.
“A lot of muthafucka’s come from the west just to cop from the east! It’s evident that your shit ain’t hitting hard enough. Because of that, I refuse to buy anything from you!” He said with the corners of his mouth foaming.
He quickly diverted his eyes in shame. He was embarrassed, horrified, and itching to make things settle between the both of us.Too late…your clock is already ticking.
