“Bitch, you can’t take this dick no more? It must be time for me to find a new eater.” I chuckled as I watched her gag and spit on my oakwood floor in my office.
“No, never. You just went too far this time. You know you can just fuck me the way you do my mouth.” She sat up and wiped her mouth with the towel she had on the couch.
“I don’t want to hear none of that weak shit. Clean this up while I shower. Hurry up and get dressed too before Yummi gets here.”
I walked to my shower room that I had custom-built in my office since I was hardly home. I stepped into the shower and washed my day off me.
I had an important mission, and I hoped it was what Coast wanted. Not only was I hoping it was what Coast wanted, but I hoped it would bring me and my team peace, especially since we were a few days away from his birthday. I had a meeting with Yummi and Mula earlier in the day and told them I had located Coast’s killer after two years. All this time, we were thinking it was someone from LA, and it wasn’t. He’d been right under my nose in Sable Cove. Word was, he hid for a while, and now he was back.
I showered quickly with my Tom Ford body wash, got out, and dressed down in a black hoodie, black jeans, and Air Force Ones. I pulled my dreads in a back ponytail and slid on my balaclava mask. When I stepped out, Sparkle was mopping the floor with a Swiffer. She had changed from her fuck me tube top mini dress to her run a drill clothes, which was a black Amiri sweatsuit.
My office door came open, and Yummi stepped in with one of my lil’ shooters.
“What this bitch doing here before me?” she asked boldly as she tossed her waist-length puffy Balmain jacket over one of the chairs in front of my desk. She strutted over to me in her thigh-high Balmain stiletto boots. Yummi was wearing a black catsuit, showing off all her curves. She had her sparkly black balaclava mask over her face, but pulled it down when she approached me.
“She got here early and cleaned my office for me.” I hugged her close and kissed her lips softly. Her smell and presence caused my heart to race. That was why I was going to start treating her better. She was top-notch and special to me.
“That’s right, bitch. Do your fuckin’ job,” Yummi sassed.
“Alright, bitch, not too much with that tryna shame me shit. We got an important night ahead of us. I’m not trying to get into it with you.” Sparkle rolled her eyes as she continued to mop. She knew not to clap back to Yummi in front of me after the shit she’d pulled when I got robbed.
Yummi laughed. “Now you don’t wanna get into it after you lied on my name? Okay, bitch…” She placed her attention on me. “When we leaving because I ain’t tryna do nomo’ talkin’.” She glared at Sparkle. I loved it when Yummi got on her gangsta. That shit made my dick hard.
“A’ight, that’s enough,” I ordered.
“I’ma stall her, but bitch, understand this is my nigga. I see you getting way too close.”
Sparkle didn’t snap back. She walked off with the mop.
“You feisty tonight, woman. Keep that energy when we get to our destination.” I kissed her puckered matte burgundy lips.
“I’m definitely keepin’ this same energy. We gon’ finally murk this nigga that took ours.”
As we kissed, Mula, and two of my other shooters that I’d invited to the blood bath showed up, ready for what they came to do. We hopped in a stolen van, and Sparkle was the driver. We headed to the oppy side of Southwave, and I hoped shit went as planned.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up to a dark trap house. I already knew it was only three niggas in the house, and one ofthem was Coast’s murderer. The car was filled with loud smoke from the strong Za, and we were passing around a bottle of Jack Daniels. That was our signature drink when we were on demon time.
I looked at Yummi. She had her gun on her lap, but she was changing out her boots into a pair of black Prada sneakers. Even when she was going on a drill, she had to be fly.
I looked over at Mula. He had a blunt dangling from his lips while he popped an extended clip into his gun. My lil’ niggas were loading up and rapping to the music that played, so while everybody was distracted, I popped an ecstasy pill and then lit my own blunt. For what was going on, I had to be lit.
Sparkle parked a few houses down from our destination, and we all got out, except Sparkle and one of my shooters. They were to stay outside and watch the scene.
Me, Yummi, Mula, and my two shooters crept up the street quickly to the house. The pill had slapped me silly, so I was feeling like Hulk Hogan. I caved in the door with my size elevens and stepped inside the humid ass house. The niggas we came for was caught off guard the way I wanted them. They were on the floor, fucking some hoes in the dark with slow music playing. My shooters found the stairs to search the house.
“Get y'all dumb asses up and turn off that fuckin’ music!” Yummi demanded.
Mula had a can of gas with him, so he started pouring it in a circle on the hardwood floor. She collected the weapons they had laying around, and then my shooters came down with two other niggas at gunpoint. Yummi handed my shooters the guns, then we got down to business.
“Start tying these niggas up and these bitches,” I instructed my shooters.
“What the fuck y'all niggas want? The money and dope are in the fridge if that’s what you want!” one of the lil’ niggas blurted, and his whole team looked at him.
“Nigga, don’t tell him where our shit at!” one of the other niggas shouted.
“Nah, we ain’t come for that, and one of y'all niggas know why we here so speak up, pussy.” I glared into the eyes of the young nigga that I was told pulled the trigger on Coast. My correspondents showed me numerous pictures of him and the text he’d sent out about doing it. His name was Kid, and he was supposed to be the deadliest of his generation.
Kid looked back at me with no fear in his eyes, without speaking. He should have kept his mouth shut and run off. Now, he was caught up because he was trying to impress a bitch he didn’t know through a text.
