After finishing up my shower, I got dressed in all black and made a couple calls to make sure my target was right where I wanted him. I put a girl on Troy before I left a couple months back to go back to Cali. He moved her up as his main bitch and had her toting guns and training her to protect his bitch ass. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized she’s one of my bitches that was head over heels for me. I knew I was going to have to end her, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make. I was doing this mission solo, I didn’t need an army of niggas to back me like these niggas did.
I pushed every conflicted thought out of my head and slid into the used bucket I bought off a crackhead who probably stole it in the first place. The inside of the car smelled like cheap cigarettes and stale liquor, the cracked steering wheel was rough beneath my palms as I started the engine and headed toward my destination.
Anticipation crawled through my body like electricity. My chest felt tight, my pulse heavy in my ears. I had waited for this moment for what felt like forever. Truth was, I had plenty of men who could’ve handled this for me right now. All it would’ve taken was one call.
But I wanted this myself.
I made it my mission to look all three of these men directly in their eyes before they took their final breath. I didn’t give a damn how long it took to avenge my father or how long they thought they had to get away with it. What they took from me could never be replaced. They fucked me up in the worst way possible mentally.
Physically, I was strong. I knew how to move, how to calculate every step, how to protect myself. When my father died, I stepped right into his shoes like it was expected of me. The crown fell onto my head and everybody knew it belonged there.
But that didn’t mean I was happy. A year ago I finally admitted the truth to myself.
I was depressed, most times a nigga felt lonely and fucking loss. All the money in the world didn’t put a hold on my internal battles.
No matter how much time passed, I couldn’t imagine a world where my father’s absence didn’t haunt me.
Every other night I woke up soaked in sweat, my sheets twisted around my body after another nightmare replayed the night he died. My mind constantly tortured me with different scenarios—ways I could’ve saved him, ways I could’ve stopped it.
I replayed that night in my head at least five times a day. Sometimes more. It was unhealthy and something I learned to deal with.
These punk bitches shattered something inside me and probably didn’t even realize how deep the damage went.
The worst part? They weren’t strangers.
They were men who stood around me my entire childhood. Men who sat at our table, who laughed with my father, who watched me grow up. I called all three of them uncle.
Only one of them actually shared my blood.
I pulled myself out of my own repetitve thoughts, I slowed the car and parked a block away from the house Troy stayed in whenever he came to town.
The night air felt thick and humid when I stepped out the car. The street was quiet, the only sound was the faint buzz of insects somewhere in the distance.
Troy thought he was slick. Smart enough to build his empire, dumb enough to think nobody knew his routine. The only one who stayed hard to get close to was my uncle Prince.
That snake switched locations like he switched women and always had an army surrounding him. I already knew getting to him would be the hardest part.
After all, he was my father’s brother.
I adjusted my guns tucked into my waistband and checked the one in my hand, making sure the safety was off and silencer was secure.
I checked my burner phone then sent one quick message.
Everything green?
My phone buzzed almost immediately.
Green. In the master bedroom. Back door open.
A crooked smile spread across my face. This was almost too easy.
Too easy for my liking. Troy had always been stupid when it came to women. Most of his security was female, and half of them he was sleeping with. That was his first mistake. This nigga liked to flex women, its what made up most of his pride. What he didn’t see coming was how pussy would certainly be his downfall.
You couldn’t expect jump-offs tangled in your bed to protect you with full loyalty. Most of them hoes were only there for the money anyway. He had one main girl who got jealous when he started favoring Meka more than her. Meka told me that womanhad already left. That worked perfectly in my favor. Meka was trained. Deadly. Point-blank accuracy every time.
I slipped through the open back door and stepped quietly into the laundry room. The house smelled like perfume, weed smoke, and something sweet burning in the air.
Music blasted from upstairs.
