And sure enough, Marcus showed up right where we told him to.
That nigga ain’t even get a full sentence out before Kelli cracked his ass. It was one clean hit and it was lights out, his body droppin’ right there like he forgot how to stand. I ain’t even bother sayin’ nothin’. I just grabbed him with Kelli, and we tossed his ass in the back like he was luggage.
From there, it was only one place for him to go.
My Chop Shop…
The room itself was cold, and it ain’t have shit to do with temperature. It was quiet, solid, and built for one purpose, and that was to make sure a nigga understood exactly where he was and what time it was. I had my ways of gettin’ rid of bodies when it came to protectin’ my family, and that space held all of it.
When Marcus finally came to, he ain’t even realize where he was at first. He literally had the same expression on his face ashis bitch ass son before I sent his ass right where he at now… laid out and quiet.
He blinked a couple times, lookin’ around like he was tryna piece it together, and by the time his eyes landed on me, I was already standin’ over him with a smile on my face.
“You dirty muthafucka,” I said, holdin’ up that USB like it was a trophy. “We got yo’ ass.”
Confusion hit him first, then fear slid right in behind it when he started rememberin’ what happened. He tried to push himself up, tryna get his bearings like that shit was gon’ help him, but I ain’t even give him time to think.
I lifted the gun and shot him in both his damn kneecaps.
“AHHH! FUCK!” He screamed like a lil’ bitch.
The sound rang out twice, loud as hell, and his screams filled the whole room while his body dropped back down, his hands grabbin’ at his legs like he could stop that kind of pain. Blood started spreadin’ under him, and he was cryin’ out, yellin’, beggin’ and all that shit that ain’t mean nothin’ to me.
“Yeah, scream,” I muttered, lookin’ down at him. “You wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout none of this when you was playin’ with my cousin though, was you?”
Kelli ain’t react to none of it. That nigga was already movin’ with the laptop in his hand like this was just another step in the process. I handed him the USB, and he plugged it in without sayin’ a word, his eyes focused while the screen lit up.
Marcus kept talkin’, tryna explain, tryna lie, tryna do whatever he thought was gon’ save him, but I wasn’t listenin’ to none of that shit. My attention was on the screen, waitin’ on that file to load.
And when it did…
I ain’t even realize I leaned forward until I caught myself.
There it was, Kay’Lo’s shop sittin’ right there on the screen, clear as day with every second of it playin’ back like how it really went down.
You could see Rioh and Jaqwon in that muthafucka, runnin’ they mouths, movin’ reckless and pressin’ up on Kay’Lo like they was untouchable. You could hear everything too—every word, every threat and every moment that led up to that shit goin’ left.
Kay’Lo was tellin’ them to get the fuck away from his shop, his voice calm but firm in that way I knew too well, and them niggas kept pushin’ it like they wanted somethin’ to happen. Echo was right there too, instigatin’, and addin’ fuel to that shit instead of stoppin’ it.
“This the shit they tried to hide?” I said, shakin’ my head while I watched it play out.
Kelli leaned back just a lil’, his eyes still on the screen. “Yep,” he said.
The footage showed everything the prosecution tried to twist. It showed who started it, who escalated it, and why Kay’Lo had to do what he did. That whole narrative about him shootin’ them in the back unprovoked was bullshit, and this right here proved it without a doubt.
I let out a low laugh, lookin’ back down at Marcus bitch ass. “Damn… you done fucked up bad.”
He was still groanin’, tryna talk through the pain, but his voice ain’t carry no weight no more.
I looked back at Kelli, then at the screen again, and I ain’t even try to hide the grin on my face.
“Man, I need a job as a detective or some shit,” I said, laughin’. “The way I’m crackin’ cases wide open right now, I’m feelin’ real different around this muthafucka.”
Kelli smirked at that but ain’t say much, which was just how he was.
I was startin’ to realize what all this shit meant. This wasn’t just about the footage no more.
This was about exposin’ every crooked muthafucka tied to Roderick Lennox and the shit he been doin’ behind closed doors. The lies, the setups, the way they tried to bury Kay’Lo under all that fake evidence and push for the death penalty like he ain’t have a right to defend himself… all that shit.
