“I—My boss stopped me when I went back inside,” her lying ass replied.
“Word.” I nodded, discreetly peeking out of the window to see if anyone had gotten out of that car yet. When I noticed they hadn’t, I turned my attention back to her. She was typing thefuck away. “You came up here to be on ya phone, or what? This dick ain’t gon’ suck itself.”
“Had to let the group chat know I made it.” She smiled, trying to sell her bullshit ass story by holding the phone up, but the shit was locked. I didn’t give a fuck though because I’d heard the car door close outside, so I was sure that she had texted to let them know to come up.
She closed the small amount of space between us then began to ease down on her knees. I allowed her to start to fuck with the buckle of my belt while I slowly pulled my gun from my back. The stupid bitch didn’t have any idea what was goin’ on until it was too late. I had my shit in the center of her forehead before she could get to my zipper.
“How many niggas in that fuckin’ car?” I growled.
“I-I-what are y-you talking a-about?” she stammered.
I removed the safety from my shit. “Bitch don’t play with me. You seconds away from me paintin’ this wall with ya brain. How many mothafuckas comin’ up here?”
“T-two,” she cried. “They made me do it Loco. I didn’t want to do it. They said they were going to kill me if I didn’t,” she continued.
“Damn,” I said then pulled the trigger. I didn’t give a fuck what she was talking about. Her ass was gon’ die regardless for playing with me.
I hurried behind the door just in time because one of them was opening the shit. As soon as I saw an arm enter, I slammed the door on it then snapped his shit. He cried out trying to pull back, but I pulled him inside then decked him in the face with the butt of my gun. The other nigga tried rushing me when he was in the room, but I quickly grabbed him and spun him around, putting him in the choke hold then blowing his brains out by sending a bullet through his temple.
Dropping his body at my feet, I stepped over him and yanked the other nigga up. He was wailing and crying like a bitch, holding onto his arm.
“You Crimson?” I asked the rhetorical question. I peeped the other niggas flag, but this one wasn’t wearing one. I did, however, notice he was wearing the same small ass chain I snatched off of the nigga at the club. “Who’s ya leader?”
“M-my arm,” he cried. “My shit broke.”
I bashed his ass in the face with my gun again. “Who you answer to nigga?”
“Space.” He whined like a hoe. “P-please don’t kill me man. I got a baby,” he begged.
Ignoring him, I snatched the phone that he was clutching out of his hand. His dumb ass didn’t have a code on the shit, so I unlocked it and went to the contacts. I searched for the name Space but came up short.
“What’s the niggas number?”
“I don’t got it.” He sniffled, pissing me off further. I couldn’t fathom having a hoe ass nigga like him in our camp. The niggas that represented our organization had dignity. They knew what the possible outcomes of the lifestyle and were prepared to die a righteous man if they were rocking and standing for the L they wore around their necks. “W-we usually talk to Slim. That’s his brother.”
I did see a Slim, so after putting a bullet between his eyes to take him out of his misery, I went to his contact and dialed the number.
“Y’all got it done?” The nigga asked as soon as the call connected.
“Naw, Lord, these niggas failed miserably.” I laughed. “You gon’ have to pop out and do ya own dirty work it seems.”
“Who this? And where’s Cone and Rizz?”
“Gone on to glory, Lord. Where you at?”
“Fuck you!” he spat. “You don’t know who you fuckin’ with!”
“Apparently some bitch ass niggas.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Y’all niggas thought you were gon’ catch me with my pants down,literally, and do what? Kill me?” I laughed again. “You gotta come a lil’ harder than this. Make the shit interesting because I eat lil’ niggas like the ones you sent for dinner.”
“We gon’ kill you, Crim.” He sneered.
“This makes number two and three that don’ tried and failed,” I replied. “But check it—you gon’ have to pop out, and whoever the fuck Space is because I’m already bored with playing with your foot soldiers. If y’all don’t, I’m gon’ single handedly dismantle your entire weak ass organization. Then when I’m done with them, I’m gon’ work on makin’ ya bloodline extinct. Quit playin’ games, Slim Jim. If you as eager to die as the niggas you sent after me, come outside. I ain’t hidin’ and I damn sure ain’t ever hard to find.”
I disconnected the call after that then powered the phone off before pocketing it. I was grateful as fuck that some of my people were in the city so that I could hit them for cleanup. I didn’t feel like listening to K cry. Once I got confirmation that they were on the way, I bounced with no worries. My Lords would make sure there wasn’t a trace of me being at the spot at all.
TEN
Diamond.
