“Do you have some kind of mental illness that you never told me about?” I asked, needing to know before I killed her ass. A part of me wanted to take her ass to see a doctor, because I was truly curious about what the fuck was wrong with her.
“What?” She snarled, clearly offended by my question.
“I’m saying, something has to be wrong with you, right? We were never a couple, yet you’ve been doing all of this shit as though I truly did you wrong or something. I never wanted you for anything other than pussy, but yet, you felt like I owed you so much loyalty.”
“I guess I can see what you don’t see, Sincere. We’re meant to be together. We could easily be the best power couple to ever come out of Dallas. I don’t know why you insist on fighting this shit with us so much.”
“Yeah, if you weren’t about to lose your life, I would definitely tell you to go seek some professional help.”
“What do you mean, lose your life?” She asked as the bullet pierced her forehead.
I wasn’t about to waste my time sitting around having a delusional ass conversation with her. It was clear that getting through to her wasn’t going to work, and I’d already given her too many passes. Besides, it didn’t matter what she had to say. She was fucking with my woman’s peace, and for that reason alone, she had to go.
I didn’t bother to wait around for the cleanup crew to do what they needed to do with her body because she wasn’t worth the time. I didn’t feel shit about taking Logan’s life. Nor did I feel any kind of way about what they were about to do to make it look like she was the victim of a robbery gone bad. In my book, she was one down, and I still had three more to go.
It took me about an hour or so to get to my next destination. Next up was the cameraman that she had snap that stupid ass photo of us at my house. I didn’t really have shit to say to him. He chose to do the wrong job for the wrong person, and now it was going to cost him more than he could’ve ever planned for. I also didn’t feel bad about killing him either. He didn’t give a fuck about potentially ruining what I had with Kenedi, so all was fair in my opinion. I felt as though he and Logan dealt the cards. I was just reshuffling those motherfuckers to work in my favor.
“Mr. Hill, what are you doing here? In my house?”
I was already waiting on the couch for him to return home when he walked inside. I knew from the people I had following him that he was at a bar and should’ve been arriving home any minute after I got there. Since I had to wait, I figured it was best to meet his ass the moment he stumbled through the door. I had other niggas to get at tonight, so I wasn’t going to waste too much time with his ass. He was truly at the bottom of my hit list and didn’t deserve that much attention.
“I just came to tell you that you should probably think a little harder next time about who you decide to do business with.”
Throwing his hands up as I lifted my gun, I laughed as the pee ran down the front of his pants.Pussy ass nigga.
“Look, she told me that you were making her work to get you back, and that was all that I knew. I didn’t know that you had another woman, I swear.”
“Nigga, it doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t. You would’ve still done the same damn thing because it was all about the money.”
“Okay, you’re right. It was just business, never personal.”
“I can understand that. I hope that you know that this is just business and not personal for me, too,” I said, shooting him in both legs and once in the heart and head.
Just as I finished with him, I saw the cleanup crew parking down the block. I had already given them the location of everyone that I needed them to come to once I was done with them. There was only one person I hadn’t been able to locate, but hopefully I had eyes on his ass before the sun came up so that I could take care of his ass, too.
Jumping into my car, I headed to my next destination. Now I was two down and two to go. These last two were going to take me a little bit longer than the first two because, unlike them, the shit was very personal, and I wanted to make sure those motherfuckers felt how much they’d truly pissed me the fuck off by trying to touch what was mine in more ways than one.
As I sat outside of his house waiting for him to open the door, I checked my phone to make sure I didn’t have any missed notifications. I left Kenedi asleep in my bed, but there was no telling if she had woken up looking for me or not. And I was still waiting for them to locate Ethan’s ass. He had to go tonight if I could get my hands on him.
“Bingo,” I said, seeing him open the door. He was so preoccupied with the pussy standing in front of him that he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. That was a mistake that would cost him his life.
Getting out of the car, I ran over to the door. Just as I was about to step inside, he attempted to shut it with his foot as he held the two women around the waist, but I caught it. I’d already had the security system he had set up turned off, along with his neighbors’, for the next few hours, so I wasn’t worried about anybody seeing me or catching me on camera.
“Before you get the party started,” I said, pushing the door open as he tried to close it.
“What the fuck?” He asked, looking between the women standing in front of him and me.
“We’re sorry, Ray. But he pays better,” one of them said as they smiled and left just as quickly as they came.
“You set me up, nigga?” He asked, backing into the house with his hands raised.
“Nah, I found your weakness and exposed it. You’re so blinded by pussy that you didn’t choose to ask any questions.”
“What the fuck do you want, huh? You’re here because you’re afraid that I’m starting to wear Kenedi down? You might have her for the moment, but I think we both know where her heart is,” he said, plopping down on his couch with a smirk that I was going to enjoy wiping off his face.
“Is that right?”
“That’s why you’re here, right? You want to talk about Kenedi? I told you that she didn’t belong to you before. So, did you come here to give me my bitch back?”
