This muthafucka’s trying to fucking flex.
While removing zip ties from his pocket, Akeem glares into Marcelin’s eyes. “I’m going to find her and be right back. Count yo’ minutes nigga, because when I return, I’m going to kill you. Not one clean shot either. I’m going to pierce your thighand then your stomachso you feel each of your last excruciating minutes on this earth.”
Akeem yanks Marcelin’s injured arm back first and he screams like a wounded animal. Although he tries to resist as Akeem ties his arms together, the pain limits his abilities. However, his efforts, even though unsuccessful, infuriate Akeem. Before tying Marcelin’s ankles to the legs of the chair, Akeem removes his nine and sends a bullet through Marcelin’s knee.
“Shit!” Marcelin screams before passing out.
“Beats women but can’t take pain,” Akeem mumbles in disgust.
After securing both of Marcelin’s ankles, Akeem drags the chair from behind the desk to the middle of the room. Then, with his nine aimed and ready, he heads out of the room in search of Tanjaya in the massive house. As he searches, he squeezesaccelerant on the floor, setting things up for their departure and destruction of the home.
“Tanjaya! Tanjaya. I’m here to help. Your sister, Sunjiya sent me!” he yells, hoping she might respond, yell out, and reveal her location. However, there’s nothing.
She might be tied up and gagged,he thinks as he ventures though downstairs.
When Sunjiya sees him turn to go down the long hall and disappear, she creeps in through the front door. Unable to remain in the car and away from the action, she exits fifteen minutes prior and has been hiding out front, away from Pierre’s lifeless body. The sounds of the gunshots and Marcelin’s cries sent a satisfying chill through her body as she waited and now it’s her turn with the monster.
As soon as she enters Marcelin’s favorite room, she rushes toward him and shoves Akeem’s nine into Marcelin’s mouth before he can talk. However, his bugged-out eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and deflated body says it all and shocked is an under-fucking-statement.
Pure pleasure floods her entire soul. Seeing him bleeding, injured, and tied up like this is euphoric and damn near orgasmic. She snickers as she mushes his bloody shoulder with her free hand. The muffled yelp he emits makes her snicker louder.
“Oh that hurts, muthafucka?” she asks sarcastically as she straddles his lap. “Good,” she grits. “I’ve waited forever, Mercy, to do to you all the shit you did to me to you. I’m going to hurt you tonight, real bad.”
Akeem might not truly know who she is and Aunt Pri definitely has her doubts and suspicions but Marcelin knows exactly who the woman with vengeance boiling in her eyes is. It’s Tanjaya and she’s here,but how?
“You miss me?” she taunts sarcastically as she shoves the gun deeper into his mouth. The butt hits his throat and he gasps. “Oh, you don’t like that? Really? I thought you loved to see a ‘bitch deep throat your shit’,” she snaps, imitating his tone and heavy accent. Those very words used to make her throw up but now the tables have turned. She’s got the upper hand and power. For the next few moments, she’s his predator and he’s her prey.
“Mmm,” he groans in agony and she snickers.
After shifting on his lap, she leans in and whispers into his ear. “For almost three miserable years you treated me like shit. You beat my ass, kept me locked up in this stupid ass house, forced me to be with those other niggas in that nasty ass club, like I was nothing. I fucking hate your coward ass.
“I’ve been plotting your death since the first time you put hands on me. Before you die, I think you should know the truth. Pierre, your homeboy and brother, helped me escape. His big ass was in love with me right under your powda ass nose and you were too fucked up to know it. It was him who left my door unlocked. He turned off the alarm system and monitors and distracted your stupid ass goons. I left while you were high as shit. And the money! Yeah! That was me too. I did it all and I have three hundred and sixty thousand dollars of your damn money,” she reveals and his eyes damn near pop out his head.
Marcelin’s paranoia consumes every aspect of his life. In his cocaine influenced mind, everyone and everything is always out to get him and take what he has. His top assets are Tanjaya and his cash. The majority of his money is stashed in his cash room, protected by a super-sized vault door with a two-foot steel front plate that’s ballistic and people resistant.Well, all people except her.During a severe cocaine binge, she managed to get the code to the vault, and every time he was incapacitated, she took the opportunity to pilfer stacks of cash over a year.
“You’re so fucking dumb, I swear. First, Pierre and now Akeem,” she says and his eyebrows practically kiss. “Yeah, Akeem. You hired and paid the man who got me here, gave me the gun, and taught me to shoot. For once in my life, God favored me and look at this. The one part of my plan that was missing, you paid for it. Stupid ass,” she says, then grins. “You paid for your own death. This shit is so perfect,” she says while jamming the gun deeper. Then, forcefully, she yanks it out of his mouth. He tries to speak.
“You fu—” he begins but the butt of the gun crashes into his mouth instantly, stopping him, and the sound of two of his teeth shattering blends with his scream.
“Shut the fuck up before he hears you,” she says, mindful that Akeem’s search of the home for her, Tanjaya, might be ending soon.
Marcelin’s lips and tongue tighten from swelling. Even if he wants to speak, he can’t. He’s in pain, real ass pain, and his pride is bruised as fuck. Pierre betrayed him and helped his bitch escape and this same bitch is here, doing this to him.
“Ugh,” he groans lowly.
“I’m tired of hearing you cry. Shit, I’m sick of hearing you fucking breathe,” she admits with disgust before slamming the butt of the gun back into his mouth. The pain is so great, Marcelin temporarily blacks out. Her hand slapping the side of his face wakes him. “Wake your weak ass up!” she yells. “It’s time for me to perform.” After easing off his lap, she steps back and starts yelling at the top of her lungs. “You killed her! God, you killed my fucking sister! Where is her body you muthafucka!”
Her screams are heard by Akeem at the top of the staircase and he stops midstride to make sure he’s hearing right. “Sunjiya?” he questions to himself.
“Where the fuck is she?” she yells even louder.
That is her! Why the fuck is she in here?
“Sunjiya! Sunjiya! Where are you?” he yells as he sprints down the stairs.
Hearing him, she takes a deep breath, changes her facial expression to distraught, then yells, “Where is she?” again before sending three shots into Marcelin’s body, one in his face and two into his chest. “Muthafucka,” she utters under her breath before turning around.
Akeem stands in the door, gun aimed. However, he drops it when he sees tears streaking down her cheeks. He rushes toward her and she collapses into his arms. He catches her, and when his arms cocoon her, her fake tears turn into real ones. Her emotions come out of nowhere and scare her but she releases and lets her tears flow.
