When I stepped into the kitchen, I saw two women standing at the counter completely naked, bent over a mirror with lines of cocaine laid out in front of them. The light-skinned one looked up first.
Her eyes widened.
The darker woman followed her gaze and froze.
Neither of them even got the chance to speak. I quickly sent two quiet shots. Both bullets landed dead center in their foreheads. Their bodies dropped instantly, blood slowly pooling beneath their heads. I stepped over them casually and walked into the living room.
Three more women lounged on the couch with their backs turned to me, laughing at something on the television.
Big mistake.
Three quick shots to the back of their skulls. Their laughter died instantly. They never even saw who sent them to meet their maker. I glanced toward the staircase which was clear. I quickly reloaded my favorite gun then head towards my last location.
My heart pounded hard with every step as I climbed two stairs at a time. The music upstairs thumped through the walls, vibrating through the house. I had studied the layout of this place long before tonight. I knew exactly where I was going.
When I reached the bedroom door, I turned the knob slowly and looked inside.
The sight almost made me throw up.
Troy was on all fours on the bed, his hairy ass pointed straight up in the air while Meka was behind him with her faceburied between his cheeks like she was starving. She slapped both of his hairy ass cheeks then shoved two fingers in his ass.
The disgust that hit me was immediate. I swallowed down bile that rose up my throat. I couldn’t even look at this shit for more than a second.
One shot.
The bullet hit the back of Meka’s head, and her body collapsed sideways instantly.
Troy jumped off the bed so fast it almost looked cartoonish, he scrambled around the bed like a scared dog searching for his gun. The gun that wasn’t there. I silently thanked Meka for removing them earlier. May she rest in peace blissfully. I eyed her limp body.
I fired a shot beside Troy just to watch him panic. The fear hit him so hard he pissed himself. The stream of pee sprayed across Meka’s lifeless face.
“It’s not respectful to piss on the dead… although I enjoyed pissing on Carlos.”
Troy slowly turned toward me. The terror in his eyes was almost satisfying.
“King…” He said with hope in his tone. “Let’s talk money.”
“Fuck money,” I snapped. “I got plenty of it. Where the fuck is my dad?”
He dropped his head in defeat.
That only made my rage explode. I shot him in the shoulder then got annoyed with the high pitch scream he released.
“My pops in the dirt, nigga!” I roared. “That’s where my father is!”
Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his bleeding shoulder.
“I didn’t want this shit, man!” he cried. “Prince wanted it! Me and Carlos got caught up in it!”
I stared at him coldly.
“Grab that phone on your nightstand and call Prince.”
“Just kill me, King.” He whimpered out like a pussy.
“I will kill you,” I said calmly. “But I’ll make it slow if you don’t do what I say.”
He shakily grabbed the phone of the nightstand, clicked a couple of buttons then placed it on speaker. The moment Prince answered, I snatched the phone.
