Page 65 of A Beast Captured My Heart

“Nigga, you just as crippled as me,” I huffed as the door closed.

“Yea, but I only got a couple of weeks left, and this cane is gone, plus my bitch said it makes me look real player. What the fuck yo bitch saying ‘bout you?” His brows went up. If I wasn’t in this chair, Stone and I would’ve gone at it. He was the only nigga that I have ever fought that could stand toe to toe with me.

“Whatever nigga.”

“Yea, whatever.”

When we made it to the back of the warehouse, I was pleased with the renovations. It was cold as hell up in here and smelt like the sea. The built-in floor tank was hard as fuck. I watched the piranhas swim back and forth from one end of the tank to the other, then they all formed a circle. It had to have been over a hundred inside this tank. Rubbing my hands together like I was Birdman, I told Brick and Dion to bring my guest to the forefront.

“Nigga, don’t start getting all animated and shit. Just kill this bitch and them two niggas so we can be done with this and go on with our normal life,” Stone warned as Teflon walked in the room looking frantic as fuck.

“Bro, my men don’t deserve to die! They helped me get Laquanna for you!”

“Either they die, or you die, Teflon… What the fuck is it gon’ be? None of this shit would be going on if it wasn’t for yo ass, nigga! I don’t give a fuck if you shot that bitch Laquanna or even made a plan that miserably failed ‘cause I still got shot. You let that bitch tie our momma up! The same momma that pleaded with me for your life. You ain’t got no fuckin loyalty, my nigga. And after this shit, I’m done with you!”

His eyes misted over like the bitch boy he was.

“None of this would have happened, B, if you weren’t such a selfish nigga! You chose that nigga over family.” The tears he dropped meant nothing to me, so I remained quiet. He needed to get this pussy shit off his chest.

“Yo Dion, get me a chair. I ain’t bout to stand up in pain listening to this bullshit,” Stone’s raspy voice echoed through the warehouse.

“You treat this nigga like he’s your brother!”

“Nigga, he is my brother! More of a brother than you!” I yelled. If Teflon said the wrong shit, I was going to cap him. I pulled out my gun that sat on the side of me and placed it on my lap.

“I don’t give a fuck if you kill me, B. I ain’t got the courage to kill myself like Gunna, but I wish it was me. That’s the only person that really loved me and cared about me. Y’all niggas never cared. I don’t even know why you pretended to.”

“Nigga, you are my lil brother! How many fuckin times have I tried to talk to you? I’ve always tried to get your dumb ass to open up to me. We’re five years apart, so yea, Stone and I are on a different level of understanding, nigga. If I didn’t give a fuck, I wouldn’t have kept telling you that you couldn’t get down with the gang! I tried to protect you from all of this shit, but you kept pressing, so I finally gave in. To this very day, I hate myself for giving in to your wants, nigga. You cost me a lot of shit!”

I couldn’t even believe that I was making time for this nigga to vent the way he was trying to vent. None of this shit mattered. The truth was, he had no excuse to betray me like he did.

“Why you ain’t tell me about your mental issues?” he asked and sniffled at the same time. I chuckled. I saw where he was trying to take this shit.

“Why you ain’t tell me about you being gay? See, we can do this tit for tat shit all day, Michael. The truth is the truth, though. We will never be cool because of the pussy ass choices you made.” He scratched his arms, and I knew he was feening a hit. I shook my head.

“That’s why I ain’t want you in the game. You were too weak, lil bruh. I saw the greed and weakness in you. You let this shit take you, and I don’t feel sorry for you at all. I will just tell you this, though, don’t come around me ever. Shit, your best bet is to disappear from the face of this earth. You got your momma to thank for that. I don’t give a fuck about your reasoning and why you did what you did anymore. You talked shit about Stone when he told me not to kill you either. All these factors are the only reason you gon’ be able to walk out of here alive. You crossed me out of pure envy and hate. I can still see it in your eyes. Don’t let that be the seal of your fate. You gon’ always lose when you try to come up against me.”

Before he could speak, I shot him right in his knee, and he dropped down in pain.

“Since I can’t fight your bitch ass, I ain’t letting you walk without feeling pain, nigga. That’s for Kayori, my nigga. If she chooses to get revenge on you for killing her brother, just know she got the green light.” Pointing my gun at his foot, I shot again. The urge to keep shooting took over me as Stone spoke up.

“That’s enough, nigga.”

Stone told Dion to try to remove the bullet from Michael and tend to the wound until they could take him and dump him at a hospital. I was happy Stone came here with me; he was thinking logically since Praise had nothing to say. All he could think about was Kayori, and it was starting to piss me the fuck off.

“Take me to the hospital! I don’t want to bleed to death!” he cried out loud as I laughed hard as hell.

“I thought you said you wanted to be with Gunna? Now you don’t want to die? Nigga, you gotta pick what you want.”

He sobbed out as I watched Dion take the bullet out of his knee, and he howled out loud in pain. It looked bad as fuck like mine, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted Michael to feel the pain I was feeling. He needed to see what it was like to be out of control and have a mothafucka plotting hard on you. I wanted him to also sit and watch the show. He needed to see what would happen if he ever thought to cross me again.

“Gag his fuckin mouth! Sit him in the chair and leave his eyes uncovered. He needs to see this,” I ordered.

Brick finally walked into the room with Laquanna looking and smelling bad. She had shackles on her legs and wrist, making it hard for her to walk. She had shit on the back of her pants, and her hair was matted up. I nodded my head towards the folding table and chair that had her last meal awaiting her. Snatching the duct tape from her eyes, she started to instantly cry and beg as her eyes landed on me.

I shook my head no. I was not God; I had no plans of trying to hear her story or hear her beg for her worthless ass life. Each cry was like music to my ears.

“Want me to take the tape off of her mouth?”