When the mask came off, Erys was face to face with a boy no older than sixteen.
“No one sent me. I heard you had hella cars and money. I didn’t know it was you, C3,” the boy spoke. “We don’t have nothing but respect for you.”
“Big Rod approving break-ins these day or you misguided niggas just do what the fuck you want?” Erys posed, speeding off down the street again.
“The nigga said he was gonna double whatever I took off you,” the young man stammered.
“Who the fuck is the nigga?”
“The DA nigga. He be all on the TV and shit. Paul. Paul Chisom.”
“Sayless.”
26
“Get your stupid ass out, nigga,” Erys gritted, snatching the young nigga out the back of the truck and up the sidewalk to Rod’s front door. The boy’s skinny legs barely had time to catch up with Erys’ movements.
On the porch, Erys banged his fist against the door three times.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
His darkened orbs looked up at the small camera overhead and he yanked the boy up by the collar of his shirt. “This one of your niggas? If not, the nigga is about to be a bed of weeds.”
It took Big Rod a few more minutes to get to the door. “C3, you know we don’t do business here.”
Erys’ nostrils flared. “Why not? Business was being done at my house. Where I was tangled up with my lady, where my pops is. You know Paul Chisom paying these dumbass muhfuckas to break into my shit? Sound like a death sentence, don’t it?”
Big Rod’s eyes bounced to the boy jacked up. Erys had done him a solid and not beat his ass. Yet. With every passing second, the probability of Erys stomping him out to teach him a lesson was increasing.
“How the fuck you know Paul Chisom?” Big Rod posed, his aggravation growing.
“I-I just met him on the Avenue. The streets is dry and-”
Big Rod stepped out fully and closed the door. “The streets is dry because you muhfuckas can’t do the fucking right thing. Beefin’ with east side niggas. Got bodies in my fuckin’ streets and the feds breathing and barking down my neck. If I say the shit fuckin’ stops it muhfuckin’ stops.”
“On the Avenue? That’s all the information you’re going to give? Aight,” Erys grumbled, tossing the boy to the ground and punching him in the face off the principle. Had someone beat his ass when he was younger, he wouldn’t be doing half the nonsense he’d done. Erys wanted to deliver a message so whenhe staggered back to whatever corner of the hood he came from, he’d remember to keep his narrow ass out of other people’s homes.
Erys stood, straightened his spine and looked down at him. “You got ten seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I forget I’m working on myself and break your ass. Hear me?”
The boy pulled himself to his feet, groaning in pain and started stammering down the street. Erys turned back to Big Rod. “Do I need to take over the fuckin’ 3Ways? Is this too much for you to fuckin’ handle? You know good and fuckin’ well we don’t do no shit like this. Fuck does Paul have on you?”
“G-Lock got wrapped up for trafficking. He talked. Now Paul thinks he can have free reign on our side of town. Power trippin’.”
Erys scoffed. “What is it? You scared? You tired? What? Why is that nigga still standing?”
The truth was, Big Rod could do a lot of damage with the snap of his fingers. But he was tired. Been tired and when the gang fell into his lap, his higher-ranking members were getting swept up left and right. Big Rod was on an island. No one to trust and he wasn’t pulling anyone back into the life they’d left. Erys could see the truth in Big Rod’s worn eyes.
“I got it,” Erys stated. “When I’m done, gather these muhfuckas up. We gon get some fuckin’ order around this bitch.”
“You call, I’ll answer.”
Erys nodded and started down the path and back to his truck.
“And C3. Don’t bring this shit back to my house again,” Big Rod stated.
Erys stopped, smirked and turned around. “When I’m done, you should focus on frying chicken. That way I’m out your way and you’re out mine.”
Erys proceeded back to Cashmere Lakes, but not home. While he was still in the murderous spirit, he made his way over to Paul Chisom’s side of the neighborhood. In the hideaway bed of his truck, a few guns and more ammo in the event Paul was smarter than he looked. With his modified AR-15 and the burner he kept for times like this, Erys hacked into the security system, shutting down the cameras and unlocking the side door. He made himself comfortable, moving around the space searching for his target. Upstairs, he found the sleeping children. Down the hall, he found the primary bedroom. The one-sided heavy breathing coming through the door was his answer. Since Paul thought it was a game to play with him, Erys was going to show him who the controller was.
