by Brick
He moved my legs apart and lay between my thighs. If I said having him that close like that to me didn’t make me feel some type of way, I’d be lying. Yeah, Dame had pretty much fucked up the good parts of sex for me, but maybe if me and Trigga made it out this place alive, he could help me to try it all over again.
I could feel the huge bulge of his dick laying against my sweaty pussy. My shit was probably like an open road in Arizona—hot—but I didn’t think I smelled. I was hoping I didn’t. Still when he moved his hips in a grind like we were fuckin’, I looked up in confusion at him. It didn’t make sense, but I didn’t care.
His locks swung around his shoulders, making strokes like a paint brush. When he pulled his shirt over his head, my eyes widened at the way his body was cut up and at all the new tattoos he had decorating his red clay-like skin.
I wanted to kiss him, wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by a man who wasn’t going to try to torture me at the end of the night, or who didn’t repulse me. I rubbed my fingers through his locks and actually moaned out when he dipped his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
Even though I hissed out because they were still sore from Dame biting down on them like a crazed animal, I felt pleasure for the first time and didn’t feel sick about it afterwards.
His name flowed from my lips so easily, and I was so caught up in that fairy tale show he was putting on, it never occurred to me that Dame could be in the security room with his eyes locked on the camera. I’d totally forgotten that there were even cameras, my mind was so lost on Trigga.
Trigga
Diamond’s moans had a nigga’s dick on a hundred as I moved against her. I was doing my best to be careful against her body ’cuz I could see the cuts on her silky skin, and she was still covered in blood from her kill. It was kinda sexy as fuck to see how she handled Pookie. She didn’t know I was watching, but I had gotten into the house just at that time and heard that nigga’s screams as she worked him up. By then, my mind was on working this shit out ’cuz it was that time. Now I know niggas would wonder what the fuck was jumping off with me in Dame’s bed with Diamond under me, but the sound of the doors being kicked in, with that of guns being loaded, had me sliding off Diamond slowly, knowing that nigga would fall for the bait.
I whispered in her ear, “Do exactly what I say, shawty. Stay behind me and watch this shit go down like a fuckin’ queen with a smile on ya face, because this nigga is done.” I then looked into her big cocoa eyes.
She said nothing then kissed me. Her pillow-like lips made me feel like a king the moment we touched, and our tongues did what the fuck they do, touched and danced. Damn, she was a bad broad.
I pulled back from her as her fingers combed through my locks then ran over the back of my neck. I knew she got it. A smile played across my face where only Diamond saw it, and I ground my hips, working them against her on purpose to make her arch up and clutch the sheets. Her sweet titties pressed right into a nigga’s face, and I snaked my tongue out to brush her hard nipples then leaned up close to her to cage her.
I took my time sliding off her, keeping my head down, to sit on the edge of the huge white bed and play like I tucked my dick in my jeans. See, I had plans to actually fuck her, but after all the shit done to her body, was no way I could even get down like that. And, plus, it wasn’t time.
“The fuck you doing touching my bitch?” Dame yelled, standing in the doorway of his room.
His face was red, and his eyes turned dark like the fucked crazy-ass demon he was. Nigga was so mad, his veins were popping out and, I swear that nigga shook like a dopehead.
Glancing up at the nigga that brought nothing but pain in my life, I leaned forward to rest my arms on my thighs then smirked. “Nigga, exactly what the fuck you see me doing—fuckin’ what’s yours and taking what’s mine.”
The sound of Dame’s goons, Blackout, and one other nigga’s groans had Dame turning around for a second.
As he turned to see his men snatched up, I pulled my Glocks out from under the sheets where I’d stashed them then went off. One round went purposely in each kneecap, just so he could turn around and look at me. As he did, I reached to tap Diamond on her thigh, while locking eyes on him. That nigga fell to his knees slumped over, slobbering out the mouth.
“Shoot that nigga that took from you, baby girl,” I ordered her.
“Okay, Trigga. Bye, Daddy,” Diamond cooed, waving good-bye to Dame, a smile on her face.
Dame tried to reach for his cane to unhook his Glock but was too slow due to the shot of his kneecap being blown off.
Diamond draped her arms over my shoulders and aimed for him, and several rounds went off, hitting niggas running up the stairs.
I reached up to aim her arms toward Dame and rounds went off, hitting his shoulders. Then I moved her arms again, aimed for each of his hands, and watched him fall over.
“Damn, just like that, shawty, just like that,” I muttered to her then had her slide back.
I watched Diamond’s titties jiggle out of the corner of my eye as she fell backwards then pushed off the bed slowly and walked toward that nigga Dame. Standing over the man who took from me then hurt my fam, I gave a smile then sent my Tims into his face.
The sound of bone breaking against my boots had a nigga amped up. Several of his teeth and blood mixed with spit flew from his mouth. I reached out as his neck snapped back then punched that nigga in his face. My grip on him switched, so I could push my fingers in his wounds just to hear that nigga scream like a bitch. Which he did.
Dame’s deep yell filled the room, and he tried to swing at me, managing to hit me in my face.
I stepped back with a laugh then shook the blow off, bringing my Glocks out. “I let you have that, bossman.”
“Nigga, you better end this shit, because your life is mine if you don’t. You took from me, played me, nigga, huh? You…”
See, a nigga didn’t have the time or care what the fuck he had to say, nor was I the type of nigga to hold a death back. So, as he spoke, I reached out, snatched him by the neck, and dropped my gun to pull out a blade and slice it across his throat.
The sound of his gargled groan made me smile. His blood spilled over my clenched hands like hot soup.
I looked that nigga in his light eyes. “Every nigga got a sob story, Dame, and every nigga got an agenda. You are mine.”
My locks fell in my face as I stripped that nigga naked. The room felt hot as hell, as if the devil was prepping to send that nigga there in this moment. I let out a light laugh and heard Diamond shift against the sheets on the bed.
“Now I got shit to talk about.” I took my belt in my hand and started to beat that nigga like I had seen him do plenty of broads in this house. “This shit is for my pops.”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“This shit is for my moms who you raped and fucked for a week before she and I took out some of your boys.”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I was sweating like a fuckin’ slave in Mississippi heat, but I kept beating that nigga through his groans and yelps.
I then pulled out my blade again. “And this is for Gina, Jake, and Diamond.” I pressed the blade deeper into his throat, and I saw his eyes darken, and then lighten in understanding.
“Yeah, nigga, it’s me, homie, boo, nigga, boo,” I mocked, reaching down to pick up his cane while dropping my knife. I pushed that nigga down on his side, slamming his cheek to the floor. I then rammed his precious cane right into his asshole, tearing through his rectum, just like he had done to the many young girls who had come through his world.
That nigga’s gargled scream was so loud, I had to slap him to get his attention. That shit right there was for Gina and Diamond.
Pulling back to sit him up as straight as I could with the cane up that nigga’s ass, my Glock was back in my hand pumping mad steel into his fuckin’ dome. Streams of blood, pieces of his brain, and skull went flying, painting the doors behind him. “And that shit is for me. E.N.G.A., nigga.�
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Dropping his body to the floor, I turned to check out Diamond, and then I turned to pick up my knife. “Get as clean as you can, shawty, get your shit, and let’s go.”
Diamond jumped out the bed, pausing to look at Dame’s dead body. “He’s gone, like, for real. That punk-ass nigga is gone, just like that?”
I walked up to her, having gotten my shirt and pulling it back on. Pulling my hoodie over my head, I kneeled down and snatched that nigga by his head. “Yeah, he is. Check it, take my knife. Forgot I had to do something for the Nigerian queen.”
“A’ight. What you gotta do that I need ya knife for?”
“Yo, take that nigga’s head. That’s the NQ’s MO. They collect dicks or tits.”
Diamond started laughing. “For real?”
Grunting as I moved Dame’s heavy body, I nodded. “Yeah, do that and hurry up. We gotta go before the rest of those niggas come back. Jake is taking care of some of them, and I gotta string this nigga up while you dress.”
“A’ight.” Diamond moved quickly and didn’t hesitate.
I kept my eyes on her face, as she pulled that nigga’s dick out and cut his shit off as best she could. First, she tried to do a clean cut, but that didn’t work, so she ended up sawing. Sweat covered her temple and her hair fell around her face.
It was crazy seeing how her eyes kinda turned hazel. I knew her moms was mixed, so I ain’t ever notice the slight changes her brown eyes took. When she finished, she held up the dead flesh in her hand.
“A’ight, wrap that shit up and go get dressed,” I said, motioning for her to haul ass.
I threw Dame over my shoulder and climbed that nigga’s bed. DOA stared back at me as I looked at it. I wanted to spit on that shit, but then I thought of DNA.
The sound of gunshots going off in the house put me back on my game. Jake was doing that shit, and I could tell some of the broads I helped were holding him down, taking niggas out left and right.
The night was ours, and Dame’s house was done. I pulled on the sheets and tied his body right under his code. Nigga’s arms were spread out, his head slumped over his chest. Coating his blood with my fingers, I crossed out DOA then stepped back to empty my Glock. The gun I used traced back to Sasha, and my prints were nowhere on it, ’cuz I made sure to have gloves on my hands.
“Trigga, I’m ready. Niggas are dying like crazy, and Blackout and ’em are waking up,” Diamond said behind me.
Shawty stood in Gina’s pink-and-black Jordans and black shorts that showed off her ass and thighs. I gave a slight smile when I saw she had on a black hoodie with a bag in her hand. Walking off the bed, I dropped down to pick up the guns I had given her and then stepped over the pool of blood that was Dame’s.
“A’ight, so check it. I’m taking you to the back. There’s a car waiting for you. In it is a black bag. Take that shit, because it’s got tickets outta the A, money, passports, and something I got from ya parent’s home—your birth certificate. Let’s go.”
As I walked past her, she stopped me to take my hand then reached out to hug me. “Thank you, Trigga, like my bad for coming at you—”
“Ain’t got time for that. Let’s go, and it’s cool, Diamond. Keep your Glock ready becaue we gotta move fast. Jake, my nigga, light this shit up!” I yelled.
“I got you, Trig!” Jake yelled from downstairs. “That nigga dead yet?”
As we ran down the stairway, I could see him taking down niggas left and right with ease. Some he would punch then shoot once they were down. Others he’d snatch up and break their necks with just the squeeze of his arm.
I pushed Diamond back to move her out of the way, so I could pump some steel into niggas who tried to rush us. We both moved to cover Jake.
Diamond took the lessons me, Gina, and Jake gave her. She pointed her guns to perfect her aim. She was still kinda shaky but good for her first time using a gun.
“You know where to go, shawty. Get there now!” I yelled at Diamond, keeping Jake covered and making a clear way for her to run to the back down by the kitchen.
Jake kept pumping iron then tilted his head upstairs.
I glanced up and saw Blackout and a couple of the niggas Jake had knocked out getting up then running down to where we were. Both of us moved further in the house, kicking furniture to trip niggas up then going hand to hand with them. My Tims landed on the chest of one of the new niggas we had been training. Broads, some naked, some dressed, ran around screaming as soon as glass went flying in the air and bullets rained around us.
Sweat in my eyes, I ducked down to jump over a table to get to the kitchen.
“I got you, Trig. You know what I gotta handle. Go get shawty outta here.” Jake ran to the basement, where he had placed gasoline with trip wires to set off the lab Dame had down there as well.
“Hey, yo, don’t hold up the process. Your big elephant ass betta be behind me, nigga. Don’t make me come back for you!” I yelled, narrowing my eyes at Jake.
Nigga just gave me a smile and flipped me off. “I got you, fam. Let me do this last bit for Gina. I’m right behind you.”
Checking back on that nigga, I watched him open the door to the basement, aim his gun and shoot off some rounds to start a fire. Turning, he held the trip wire in his hand then glanced to his side to set off some rounds.
I moved out, making it outside. I saw Diamond pumping off rounds as she stood next to my ride. The Trap was lighting up with fights. It was like everyone knew Dame was done. All the chaos kinda felt good. I turned to see if Jake was behind me. The sound of the back door opening with his big frame in it had me nodding my head in respect, but when he locked eyes on me, I saw a sadness on his face. I knew what was about to go down. Gina was that nigga’s heart. He wasn’t about to go anywhere. Death was about to be his escape. That had me pissed the fuck off, especially when he closed the door.
“Yo! Jake!” My eyes widened.
Turning fast, I pulled at Diamond as she screamed out Jake’s name too. “Shawty, listen to me. Get in the ride. There’s a kid in there. Tell her I told you to take you to the safe house. Once you get there, wait for your ride. You’ll know who it is because don’t no one know about the safe house but us and who I want to know. You get on that plane. No matter what goes down, you get on that plane. I’ll meet you there, a’ight. I need to get Jake.”
Diamond’s doe eyes locked on me, and her nails dug into my arm. “You promised me you wouldn’t leave me, nigga! You can’t go. I ain’t going. Fuck that shit!”
Anger had me yanking her by her arm and pulling her around the car to push her in the driver’s seat. “Follow what the fuck I said and go! Damn, shawty! Don’t fight with what the hell I’m saying. I’ll meet you on the plane. Go!”
Slamming the car door closed, I yelled, “Ghost, tell her where to go, and remember what I told you. Ride out, Diamond, now!”
Diamond glared at me, tears falling down her cheeks. She rolled down the window and leaned out. “Wait!”
The sound of her voice quickly pissed me off, but what she asked next had me not cussing her out.
“What’s your name? Tell me that at least, Trigga. I ain’t leaving until . . .”
Annoyed as fuck, I glanced around, making sure we were alone, then narrowed my eyes at her. I thumbed my nose then dropped my voice for only her to hear. “Kwame Kweli. Ride out, shawty, and keep that to yaself.”
Diamond stared at me then mouthed my name before saying, “I like that shit,” and then she pulled off.
My eyes followed her ride until it disappeared down the block.
I quickly ran back to the house, my feet crunching stone from Dame’s driveway. Guns were still going off. I pulled open the door and moved through the back, dropping low as I snatched the gun from a dead nigga’s hand then aimed it upward at another dude that came my way. I could hear Jake’s loud hollering as he talked shit and fucked some niggas up with his hands.
“Dis giant-ass nigga thank he’s gonna get out of here alive and t
ake us all down,” Blackout’s raspy voice echoed. “Fuck that Scarface shit! Nigga, dis ain’t the movies, and you ’bout to die, homie!”
Jake had punched that dude in this throat, so every time he spoke, nigga would cough and try to get his voice back.
I stood hiding in a corner. Jake was now being held down on his knees over broken pieces of glass, his arms behind his back, and his face was covered in blood and cuts. His right eye was swollen shut from being fucked up.
Jake’s shoulders shook up and down as he laughed. “Naw, nigga, we ain’t homies. But I beat ya ass, didn’t I?”
Blackout stood in front of Jake. “Fuck you did, nigga! You da one on ya knees. Ya da one in blood ’bout to die. You an’ that dumb nigga Trigga fucked up. Can’t believe you two turned on Dame! Where’s dat loyalty that nigga always talk ’bout, huh? Where dat stupid-ass nigga anyway? I know he didn’t thank this shit up. A, B, C, D ain’t even in his vocab, ya dig.” He laughed
“A, B, C, D—ya dead, nigga.”
It only took one bullet from me to go through that punk-ass nigga’s temple, exiting to take down another who stood next to him.
Moving from where I hid, I ran across the living room to get to Jake. Bullets ran down around us, and I flew backwards into the side of the wall, getting hit on my side and shoulder. I bit down on my lip as hot, sticky blood soaked into my hoodie and dropped down my body.
I gripped my side, glancing around the room, counting down all the niggas in it. I knew how many bullets I had left in my Glocks, and I could guess at how many was left in the guns I had snatched off some bodies.
Spitting on the ground, I pushed up and dropped my hood back, reaching into my pocket to pull out my cell. Then I texted my uncle and Diamond, before wiping out all the info then stomping on my cell.
Through the firefight, the niggas that held Jake’s arms back were now on the floor. He slowly stood glancing at me. Nigga was covered in sweat and blood too, and the waves on his fade were shiny with sweat.
I told him, “Yo, Jake, why the fuck you couldn’t just come, nigga? We brothers. You ain’t have to die like this. I coulda killed ya in honor if ya had asked.”