How fuckin’ poetic.
Glaring at me with pure revulsion, TJ tried his best to be strong. He tried his best to put up this front as if he was brave and wasn’t worried about the fate that he was about to endure. Even with that, his eyes didn’t lie. I could see the bitch in them, and he was scared as fuck.
“You’re not tied or strapped down, TJ.” I walked over to the metal table that held various tools, restraints, and concoctions. With my back turned to him, I placed Kimbo on the table, then slowly pulled my hoodie over my head. “You can leave here at any time.”
I turned back to face him. He was sitting in the middle of the room in a folded chair, watching my every move. His lack of response was perfect because I had plenty to say to his ass. “I just want to kick shit with you. That’s what all this is about, right? You want to be part of the family? You want to be acknowledged by the McKnights for being the spawn of a bitch-ass nigga?”
Leaning against the table, I crossed my ankles, as well as my arms across my chest. “You want to have a heart-to-heart with me? Your uncles?” I nodded toward my dad and Uncle Amir. “Speak, bitch.”
Jumping from his seat, the sound of the chair slamming to the concrete floor echoed. His chest heaved up and down as he scowled at me. “You think this shit is fuckin’ funny, nigga?”
“Hilarious,” my father responded to him from behind me. “You should have left well enough alone, and maybe you would have lived longer than your pappy. Maybe it’s good that you killed that girl and your baby. It’s clear that bitch shit runs in your blood. I’m sure that mangy rascal would’ve been a bitch too.”
Lunging toward my father, I pushed off the table and sent a right hook to his jaw before he could make it across the room. He stumbled to the left, catching his bearings before he drew back and swung my way. Ducking his fist, I sent a quick jab to his ribs, making him fall to his knees.
“That’s your problem right there, nigga.” I kicked him in the face and watched as teeth flew across the room. “You’re too fuckin’ emotional.” He was trying his best to stand, but I kept kicking him back down over and over again.
“You allowed your emotions to steal from my father.”
Kick.
“You allowed those emotions to have you approach my mother.”
Kick.
“You allowed those emotions to have you almost kill my sister, you bitch!”
Kick! Crack!
“Gah damn!” Uncle Mitch hooted as I sent a hard kick to TJ’s head, knocking him out immediately. “Did you kill the nigga?”
“Now what fun would that be?” I heaved as I hovered over him. Heat was radiating inside of me, and I felt as if I was about to combust. “The fun is just about to begin.”
Picking that nigga up from the floor like the lightweight hoe he was, I walked him over and dropped him on top of the metal slab. There was no need to strap the nigga down; my new friend, Jules, gave me a little something to help me out today.
“I’m so glad that witch nigga had to take his ass back to Florida,” Pops said as he walked to the side of the table. Tapping the syringe twice, I wasted no time injecting the contents into Tyreek’s neck. “He really gives me the heebie jeebies. I didn’t think I could fear another human more than I fear your mother. That nigga ain’t living right.”
Ignoring my father’s antics, I watched as TJ’s body convulsed. Vomiting at the mouth, we watched as his body shook and damn near fell off the table. I was starting to worry that my fun would be short-lived, until his body went still. His breathing evened out before his eyes suddenly opened.
“Welcome back.” I grinned, walking back over the supply table that held everything I needed. “Now, the real fun begins. Before I commence, let me just say that it was me being nice. I was supposed to kill you a long time ago. Not just because of what you did to my family, but my Bloss Baby.” His eyes turned to slits at her name. “Thank you for her, by the way. That woman is something special. You wouldn’t know that, though.” I smirked, watching the tears form in his eyes. “That pussy is custom-made now.”
“I’ll kill you!” He sneered, moving his head from side to side. It was then that he realized he couldn’t move his body. “What have you done to me?”
“Just a little temporary paralysis. Trust me, you’re going to feeleverything.” I smiled, tying my apron around my neck before slipping on my gloves. “Also, a little something that’s going to keep you here with us until I’m ready for you to die. Is that cool? Are you comfortable?”
“This nigga is insane…” Marshall simpered from behind me. “Y’all are about to see how wicked with nigga Slash really is.”
Listening to the fellas walk over toward the metal table, I said nothing as I prepared for today’s job. The room was silent as I began to strip him naked from head to toe. Unmoved by himcussing and his meaningless threats, I continued to strip him until he lay before us naked as the day he was born. Pulling over a smaller metal table, I took note of the things I would need and made sure it was all in place.
Scalpel.
Retractors.
Sheers.
Bone Saw.
Dragging my eyes back to TJ, I saw the fear settle. I noticed the moment his breathing changed and reality set in. He knew it was time, and his fate had been decided.
