by J Peach
“Shid, I know that mothafucka tased the fuck outda me last night. I almost beat her ass,” Bell rubbed his chest as if feeling that shock.
All Peaches’ friends are crazy as fuck.
“Peaches ass almost cut my damn dick off when we first met, so shid. Then again that bitch had Wayne’s dick in her hand with a machete. Ouch!” I shook my head before grabbing my dick, that shit would’ve been painful as fuck. Laughing, I took the lit blunt from Bellow and hit it.
“I had to drag her ass from her car into mine just to talk to her stubborn ass. That’s when that bitch tased me. But Kim cool as hell, tho.”
Laughing, I passed his ass the blunt. “I would’ve tased her ass back, the fuck. That’s Brandy and Sam type shit right there. I wish Peaches ass would, get the fuck outtda here,” I told him as we came to another stop light on Broadway.
“The fuck you talkin’ bout? You wish what? Yo chick be whoopin’ yo ass with spiked knuckles and shit. I’m surprised her little ass ain’t shot you yet. That’s fuck’d up she crazy like that, tho. Her ass shot at me when I tired getting King’s ass at the court.”
Taking the blunt, my head was bobbed. “What the fuck you expect? Peaches to stand there while you try to whoop King’s ass?” I asked him.
“Shid, she ain’t shot yo ass, so hell yeah, that’s exactly what I expected.” His tone was serious as he gave me a duh look.
“Nigga, we two different mothafuckas. What apply for yo ass don’t go for me. Shid. Plus, I would’ve shot back at her black ass.”
Bell let out a loud snort. “Bullshit, that little ass girl got you hooked. You would shoot yoself before shooting her. Little baby be fuckin’ yo ass up,” he said, leaning against the door laughing.
Peaches did bust a nigga up, couldn’t deny that much when I’m walking around with marks and deep cuts from her crazy ass.
He shook his head, still laughing. “She a cute little thang, tho. Wayne was looking until she started swinging on King and then shot at me. Wayne said fuck it.”
That had me laughing out hard. “Hell n’all, yo brotha a straight bitch. He too soft fah Peaches.”
“Same shit I said. Aye, but get off my brotha, tho. He just need a little guidance is all.” His ass needed something if he thought about getting at Peaches. I’d fuck his ass up without a second thought.
Our conversation ended at that and I turned up Future –Itchin’. I quickly drove through the red light, heading straight to the old Steel Mill.
Chapter 12
Blaze
Pulling up at the Mill, I parked on the side of Kings black Yukon Denali. I turned off the truck and we hopped out and made our way inside.
Once in the the Mill, we went to the basement where King stood. Shaking up with ‘em, I looked around the Mill.
“Yo mans over there.” He nodded to his right where Frank sat in a chair tied and bloody with Mark’s ass right on the side of him. Frank owned Frank’s Bar, he wasn’t rich but he was well off. A faithful buyer of the cherries I sold. I met a lot of my white clients because of him.
Frank had gotten reckless and I couldn’t fuck with reckless mothafuckas for the simple fact that they started to talk when trouble came because of their slips. Especially when dealing with a mothafucka like me, mouths began to run. So it was best to stop it before it started.
Walking over to the barking and growling pit, I put on a pair of latex gloves and some black worker gloves. Grabbing a chained leash, I crouched down then opened the cage.
“Kado, baby, daddy missed you.” I rubbed the top of my light brown and white red nose pit’s head before I hooked his leash on. Standing up, I walked back over toward King and he quickly moved out the way as Kado started growling.
“Yo ass always playin’ with that fuckin’ dog. When I shoot that bitch you gon’ be mad,” King’s hostile voice only made Kado growl and tug on the chain more.
I let out a whistle then a ticking sound with my mouth and Kado sat down.
“Good boy.” I rubbed Kado’s neck before I looked at Frank. “My man, it’s fuck’d up seeing you like this, real fuck’d up. You know why you here?” I asked, pulling on Kado’s leash as I walked over to the nicely dressed white man in the black suit. Ripping the tape from his mouth, I nodded at him so he could speak as I put the tape to Kado’s nose.
“Blaze, what the hell is this? I don’t know nothing,” Frank replied franticly, panting as he wiggled around in his seat.
Nodding my head, I looked at Mark. “You two know each other?” I asked.
Frank glanced at Mark. He shook his head. “No, I’ve never saw him before. Blaze what is this about?”
Before I could reply, my eyes moved to King as he whacked Mark across the face with a pole.
“Nigga, wake yo bitch ass up,” he snapped, swinging the pole again. Mark fell backwards in the chair. When he pulled his gun, I stopped.
“King, Mark didn’t drug Peaches. Well he did, but not intentionally. Frank left the jar of cherries I sold him out on the counter and Mark’s dumbass put it in Peaches’ drink,” I explained.
“Blaze, that’s a lie. I never leave those out, I swear—”
Grabbing my gun, I shot him in his right shoulder, then the left. “It’s funny you say that, because I was in your club yesterday and there was two jars behind the bar. Now please explain to me how the fuck that’s a lie when I saw them?” The shots caused Kado to snarl and jerk at the chain. I let off a whistle and a ticking sound once more and he calmed down immediately.
“Good boy.” Rubbing under Kado’s neck, I looked back at Frank who was crying, panting, and wiggling in his seat. “I don’t do business with stupid mothafuckas and Frank, you done got messy my man. And once you start getting sloppy, you putting me at risk. I can’t let that happen, Frank, you know that.
“This is hard fah me because I liked yo ass, I done brought in a lot of money because of you, but you fuckin’ up. My girl got drugged at your bar and ended up with this stupid mothafucka. Just think about the shit he could’ve done to her because of yo recklessness. Is you picturing it, Frank?” I asked him while pulling on Kado’s chain as he started to growl, sensing my hostility.
“I…I…I didn’t know. I’m sorry. It was just that once I forgot I left them out. I’ll make it up to you, I swear—”
“I like you Frank, so you know what I’ma do? Bell, untie him.” I nodded at his ties and Bell didn’t hesitate to obligate.
Grabbing a hold of Kado’s collar, I unhooked his leash, but continued to hold onto his collar tightly. Once Bellow had Frank untied, I nodded towards the door. “I’ma give you a five second— Damn.” Before I could finish my sentence, Frank’s ass was up and running. Ticking three times, I slapped Kado on the side. “Eat.”
Kado took off after Frank, quickly catching up to him. He ran in front of Frank, causing him trip over his body. Once Frank fell to the floor, Kado was on him tearing into his flesh. “You see that shit, Kado done tripped that mothafucka,” I stated pridefully.
My dog is smart.
“That’s a crazy mothafuckin’ dog. That bitch look possessed. You need to call a fuckin’ priest over here,” Bellow said, making King and I laugh.
“Why, so he can fuck my boy? Get that bullshit outda here, ain’t shit wrong with my dog. He was just hungry.” Kado had now locked his jaws around Frank’s neck, shaking his muzzle.
“What you gon’ do with Mark?” Bellow was cool, but the nigga was dumb as fuck sometimes. I could now tell him and Wayne’s ass was related.
“Go get yo ass in King’s truck and wait out there. Why the fuck you tell me to bring this nigga?” King gave me look before shaking his head.
“Bellow, stop talkin’.” King walked over to Mark, lifting his chair up. “You fuck’d with the wrong chick. B told yo ass to stay away from her, you should’ve listened. Don’t fuck with mine, homie. You were gon’ try to turn her weren’t you?” King asked. When he didn’t get a reply he whacked Mark’s ass in the face again with that r
usted pole. “Nigga, you can’t talk?”
“Fuck you and you,” Mark said, looking at both King and I before spitting a mouth full of blood towards King.
Grabbing his 9mm, King emptied his clip into Mark’s face. It was no point in Mark talking, we knew the truth. He didn’t drug Peaches, but he would’ve. We all knew what type of nigga Mark was, he tortured women to control them. He kept their asses locked up until he had it. Once he did, Mark flipped their ass and then sent them out on the streets working every strip.
He tried taking Peaches, no doubt about it. He was gon’ try turning her ass, but would’ve ended up killing her because she wasn’t gon’ be flipped. She was too damn prideful for that shit.
“Kado,” ticking three times with my mouth, Kado came running back to me. “King, clean him off for me. I’ll pay you.”
“Fuck you and that crazy ass dog. But how the fuck you know Mark ain’t drug Peaches?” He questioned instead as he moved back away from me.
Putting Kado’s leash back on him, I walked over to the hose.
“Because she told me he asked her if she was a cherry girl while making her drink. She said her eyes only left him for a second, but watched as he made the drink. I sell Frank cherries and that’s where she was at. It don’t take a damn rocket scientist to figure that shit out. Bellow, burn them damn bodies.” After rinsing Kado off, I texted Khyree, letting him know what was up. “The twins should be here in about a half hour tops. Aye, where the fuck you find Mark ass at anyway?” I asked, realizing no one told me he was even here.
“Nigga had been hiding out in Delaney. One of my runners was out there with Smoke and saw his ass, he called me. When I got there I caught his ass coming out of some bitch house. Khyree was with me, he snatched his ass up, put him in the truck and brought him here. As soon as we got here Peaches ass called, fah a ride. Where the fuck was you at?”
I laughed at the question. “I was at The Shack handling business and tryna count money. Shid, that ain’t go too good, tho. Aye, Bell, yo ass a hacker. Get into IUN records and find out what you can on a nigga name Sean, dude weird as fuck,” I told him while taking a cigarette out and lighting it. Inhaling, I blew the smoke out.
“Sean what? Dude ain’t got no last name?” He raised a questioning brow at me.
Shrugging, I put the cigarette back to my lips and took another drag before answering.
“Shid, I don’t know. He go to IUN, tho. I saw his ass talkin’ to Peaches when I picked her up yesterday. Here,” I took out my burner phone and pulled up ol’ boy picture. “Send it to Le’Ron and see what he can find out. I don’t like that nigga.”
King started laughing as he took the phone from Bellow. “Yo ass on that stalker type shit. Oh, damn,” King said, shaking his head as he stared at the picture.
“What?” I didn’t like the way he said that shit.
“This’s a caramel ass nigga… it look like. Damn, Peaches like caramel mothafuckas too. Better watch it, I mean, she is my sista.” I knew his ass was fuckin’ with me, but I didn’t like that shit, not at all. “Oh, so you mad. You wanna swing, Blaze?”
I tried to knock his mothafuckin’ head off.
King bucked and Kado lunged for him. “Get that damn dog.”
“Kado,” ticking twice, he calmed down. “Should’ve let him bite yo dumbass, Peaches ass know better. I’ll kill ol’ boy then beat the fuck outda her.”
King started laughing then. “Yo ass can try, but where the fuck these niggas at?” King asked, leaning against the stairwell. He took off his hat and pulled a blunt out. “Where the fuck Sam ass been at?” He asked with a mouth full of smoke.
“He got a case he’s working on. You remember Berry?”
Inhaling a lung full of smoke, he started choking as he nodded his head. King hit the blunt again then passed it to me.
“Dude supposedly had caught his baby moms with some nigga and flipped, lit ol’ dude up. Shid, Berry ass paying, so you know Sam’s ass gon’ get ‘em off. Nigga gon’ use that um… gotdammit um… psychological break down or some shit. Like his ass blacked out and flipped,” I told him while hitting the blunt. Blowing out the smoke, I hit it again before passing it to King. “Twins should be here soon. I gotda make a run, I’ll get up with you niggas later.” Shaking up with King and Bellow, I grabbed Kado’s leash, bringing him with me because Sam wasn’t gon’ be able to get him ‘til later on.
After I put Kado in the hatchback, a black plumbing van pulled up. It parked on the side of me. Khalil and Khyree got out.
“I know yo black ass wasn’t about to leave,” Khyree said, walking over to me.
I shook it up with him then Khalil. “I got some shit I need to do, King and Bellow in there.” Opening the truck doors, I reached into the glove compartment and got the envelope out. I put it in the newspaper and then handed it to Khyree. You could never be too careful. “I’ight, I gotda go.”
“You know ol’ boy you was asking about, Hick?” I shook my head no. “Dude all over the news. He was a cop, undercover. Shit floating all through the precinct. You know it’s a fuckin’ manhunt to find who did his ass. His family offering a twenty-five thousand dollar reward,” Khyree said.
“Mm, no shit? Twenty-five thou is a lot of money. But shid, i’ight, I’m out.” I knew his ass was a cop. Don’t nobody just out of the blue start asking questions fah nothing. It wasn’t a surprise Khyree’s ass knew what was up, with him being a coroner he was bound to hear a lot.
Once I left the Mill, I dropped Kado off at the Kennel, a little spot I got to mate different breeds of dogs.
Then made my way to Krystal’s crib.
Chapter 13
Blaze
Once I made it to her place, I parked in the driveway, turned off the truck, got out and made my way to the door.
Ringing the doorbell, I waited.
Once I heard the locks click, I opened the screen door and pushed my way into the house. Grabbing Krystal by the throat, I slammed the door closed then slammed her into the wall.
“Blaze, what the fuck!”
“Shut the fuck up! Yo ass posting videos? That’s what you doing now? Huh? How the fuck you get in her place?” I snapped, slamming her ass into the wall again.
“I don’t know what the fuck you talking about! Blaze let go of me! You fuckin’ hurting me, let go!” She screamed while struggling to get out my grasp.
Dragging her in the living room, I threw her ass on the couch before pulling my gun.
“Wait! Blaze, I swear to God I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Why the fuck you lying? The day yo dumbass lie about a fuckin’ video, one shows up. How the fuck you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about, huh?”
I cocked my gun and she let out a scream as I snatched her up by her hair. I pressed the gun under her chin. “I’ma ask yo ass one mo time, if you lie I’m emptying this clip into yo fuckin’ head. Where the fuck did the video come from and how the hell you get in her crib?”
Hearing the final threat in my voice, Krystal’s ass just broke. Her body went limp against me as she cried hard.
“I don’t know, I swear to God on my life I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sobbed loud and hard as her body violently shook.
I watched her for a good minute. She ain’t have shit to do with that fuckin’ video.
I didn’t know who the fuck it was, but I knew it wasn’t her. There was no way she could fake this reaction, especially when she didn’t know I was coming over here. She was caught completely off guard. Krystal was messy as fuck and lied about dumb shit, but how would she get in Peaches’ crib to even set the shit up. Krystal wasn’t dumb, but the bitch wasn’t smart enough to think of no shit like that.
“Man, stop all that crying, go clean yo damn face.” I let her go and she quickly ran out of the room. Putting the safety on my gun, I tucked it in my waist and sat on the couch. Once I got comfortable, I lit a square.
After couple of minutes, Krystal returne
d. From the look on her face I knew she was mad.
“You stupid ass mothafucka!” She yelled while jumping on me.
“Bitch, get the fuck off me, the fuck wrong with you? Hit me again I’ma knock yo ass the fuck out.” Grabbing Krystal’s arms, I pushed her backwards, making her fall to the floor. “You better get yo ass on man, boss, hit me again.” Getting up off the floor, she hit my ass again. I snatched her to me then slapped her across the face two times. “You better sit the fuck down!”
“Fuck you, Blaze! Yo ass gon’ come in my shit putting yo damn hands on me and you gon’ pull a fuckin’ gun on me. I should call the damn police.” I moved to get up, but her ass pushed me back down. “Don’t start that shit, Blaze. Now what the fuck are you even talking about? What damn video?” She asked, sitting on the table in front of me.
“Don’t worry about it.” I waved her off.
She jumped up again. “What the hell you mean don’t worry about it—”
“What yo ass go get pretty fah? I said go clean yo face, not get cute.” Laughing, I shook my head at her ass.
“You ain’t shit to get cute for, so don’t even go there,” she said, rolling her eyes. Krystal was a cute girl, there was no denying it. “Fuck you looking at?”
“Yo ass, you the only mothafucka sitting right here. I should slap the fuck outda yo lying ass. You a messy ass bitch, fuck you go lie about some shit like that fah, knowing damn well we ain’t never fuck? Now that a damn video actually popped up, who the fuck you think I was going to first? Huh? Yo lying ass. Stupid ass mothafucka”
Krystal smacked her lips again as her eyes started to water, but she quickly wiped the tears away before she got up. Before her ass could walk away, I snatched her back down.
“Boss, don’t play with me, I’m serious as fuck.”
“Get off me, I ain’t yo bitch—” She screamed at me, while jumping in my face.