by Deja King
"What yah doing here? We ain't got no meetings on the calendar," Mike said, getting up from the couch.
"Oh, now that you're playing house with Precious, I need a reason to come visit my big brother?"
"Maya, don't start with the bullshit today. I'm not in the mood."
"I hope you're in the mood for something else."
"Something else like what?"
"Excuse me, Mike, do you mind if I get something to drink from the kitchen?" Devon asked, reciting his line perfectly.
"Go head, man, help yourself."
"Thanks. Maya, do you want something?"
"No, I'm good. I have some things to discuss with my dear brother, that's all." I watched as Precious was eyeing the situation and Devon's movements. That bitch wasn't stupid. She knew some shit was up.
"Spill it, Maya. What's so fuckin' important that you had to stop by on a sunny Saturday afternoon?"
"That's no sort of greeting for your sweet younger sister."
"Maya, we both know there is nothing sweet about you."
"I think Supreme would disagree with that." I saw Precious balling her fist as she sat on the couch, no doubt ready for an all out beat down, but she would have to hold tight -I would get to her in a minute.
"If you came over here to fuck with Precious about Supreme, you can leave with that bullshit. We already discussed this shit, and she knows Supreme is all yours. We don't need you coming over here rubbing that shit in her face."
"Aren't you the superhero. But sorry, your kryptonite has run out."
`What the fuck are you babbling about? I don't like word play."
"We're sticking to the original plan. Precious has to go...toda "
"I told you she was gonna try this shit, Mike. Maya won't feel content until she knows I'm dead."
"Precious, nobody ever said you weren't a smart girl. You know we both can't be walking this earth, one of us has to go, and unfortunately that's you."
"You lowdown, pathetic piece of shit!" Precious spat, now standing next to Mike.
"Both of ya calm down. Ain't nobody doing nothing. Maya, Precious is leaving with me and you're leaving this house. The only time I want you to come back is when you're bringing Aaliyah so we can get the fuck outta here."
"You're not getting it, Mike. I'm not bringing Aaliyah, and Precious is going to die, today."
"I ain't letting that happen, Maya,"
"I had a feeling you were going to say that."
"Mike, watch out!" Precious screamed, but her warning was too late. Devon had already used his stun gun to knock Mike out. Precious then kicked Devon in the crotch area in an attempt to get the stun gun out of his hand.
"Back the fuck up!" I said, pulling out the .44 magnum I was packing. "Devon, you handle my brother and I'll tend to Precious. Get to walking, G.I. Jane, before I bust a cap in your ass," I directed.
"Maya, somehow, someway you gon' pay for this shit."
"One things for sure, the payback won't be from you because soon you'll be on your way to hell. Now get the fuck in that room." I shoved Precious in the bedroom and locked the door.
"You will get yours!" Precious yelled out through the door. She could scream all she wanted because all that was coming to an end.
"First thing first," I said, going back to the scene of the crime. Devon had already carried Mike downstairs to the basement. Mike was a solid nigga, but Devon was a humongous gorilla dude, so lifting him was lightweight work.
"Hand me the cuffs," Devon said, as he chained up Mike's feet. "He already starting to come too." I tossed Devon the handcuffs, not wanting no fuckups.
"Yo, what the fuck happened?" Mike said, shaking off his few minutes of a blackout.
"Dear brother, I'm so sorry it had to come to this."
"Maya, why the fuck do you have me chained up?" he asked, realizing the tables had turned and he was now the prisoner. "No, you can't be doing this. And Devon, you in on this bullshit too?"
"Of course he is. He works for me, I hired him, remember?"
"So what, you wanna lock me up so I can stay out the way while you kill Precious? And then what?"
"Actually, you got it backwards. We're going to kill you first and then Precious."
Mike's entire face dropped, and for a brief second my heart ached for him. "Maya, I'm your brother. We're blood."
"I know, and it does pain me that I have to kill you too, but you've made all these demands that I can't accommodate."
"What demands?"
"For one, letting that bitch live. I always knew in some way that Precious would be your downfall. I remember the first time I saw you two together, and I had never seen you look at a woman like that before. It was as if you were completely infatuated with her, almost obsessed. Now you see where your obsession has gotten you...a death sentence."
"No, it's your obsession that has led to this, and it's what will be the end of you. It's a damn shame how bad you want to be Precious. Having her husband isn't enough for you, you want her daughter and her life. Precious warned me that you'd turn on me too, but I didn't believe her. I refused to see how far gone you really were. Maya, don't do this. There is no turning back if you kill me."
"You stupid fuck, I don't want to turn back! I'm about to have the life I've dreamed of. Too bad you won't be around to see it. But you can give me a going away present."
"And what would that be?"
"Where's the gun, Mike?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"You're going to die anyway, you might as well tell me. I'll make you a deal. If you tell me where the gun is, I won't torture Precious before I kill her."
"What happened to you? I know I'm a fucked up individual, but you're on a whole other level."
"I guess I'm the worse case scenario of what happens when a little girl grows up without her father's love, or her mother's for that matter. Or maybe no love at all, because I didn't have yours either."
"Yes, you did. I was a kid myself. I did the best I could."
"No you didn't. I was never your first priority. You chose the streets over me and now a woman like Precious. Fuck both of you!" I said, blasting off putting the lights out for my brother. When his brains splattered on the concrete wall I didn't even shed a tear.
"That was quick," Devon said, seemingly in shock at how I had no qualms about killing my own brother.
"Yeah, now come on. The next round is what I'm really looking forward to."
When we got upstairs to the bedroom where Precious was stashed, she was banging on the door as if help was going to come for her ass.
"Devon, kick that motherfucker door down," I whispered so Precious wouldn't have time to get out the way. Devon's big ass put all his might in that kick and the door flew open, knocking Precious' ass across the room. "We're back!" I hummed.
"Where's Mike?" Precious wanted to know as she tried to pick herself off the floor.
"Mike is no longer with us. He sends his love."
"You killed him, didn't you?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"Killing your own brother is low even for you, Maya."
"Devon, grab a hold of this bitch for me."
"Don'tfuckin'touch me!" Precious yelled and screamed, swinging her arms and kicking up her legs thing to put up a decent fight, but she was no match for Devon's monstrous ass.
"Give it up, Precious."
"Yeah, before I break your neck," Devon warned, getting tired of the little but painful jabs she was putting in. Devon now had Precious all wrapped up with her arms behind her back and legs held between his.
"Perfect!" I said, slipping on some old school brass knuckles and commenced to beating the shit out of her. "Take that, ho!" I said with a left hook then right hook, sending blood gushing from her mouth with each swing of her jaw. I then further punished her with body shots.
"Fuck you!" Precious managed to say even while I was beating her ass. It incensed me even more that she wouldn't bow down, even under all this d
uress.
"So you know that's what me and Supreme was doing the other night. He fucked me so good, I'm still on a high. I'll keep sucking his dick just right, and soon he'll be like `Precious who?"'
"You can whistle on his balls and I'll still be in that nigga's heart. For Supreme and me it's love for life..." were the last words Precious spoke as my final blow sent her to her deathbed.
"Drop her ass!" I ordered Devon. Precious fell to the floor and blood was coming out of her mouth and nose and it even looked to be seeping out of her ears. I fucked up her face so bad she was unrecognizable. "Come on, let's burn this motherfucker down and get the fuck outta here.
As we poured gasoline around the crib, I searched for the gun I wanted from Mike but came up empty. "You ready?" I asked Devon, giving up on my search and ready to get the fuck out.
"Yeah, let's light it up and get the fuck out."
"Hold on a minute, let me check out something real quick." I noticed a black leather suitcase on the kitchen table. When I clicked open the locks my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"What you see?"
"Oh nothing, just some paperwork, but I better take it just in case some important documents are inside."
"Cool, but we need to go. Our business is done here."
Before Devon and I made our exit, I stood in the entrance and lit a match, and it was up in smoke for that motherfucker.
Hello Brooklyn
"Is anybody in here?" I heard somebody screaming out. "If somebody's in here, make some noise so I can find you." The voice was clear, but it was as if mine was on mute. In my head I was yelling out for help, but my entire face was in so much pain I couldn't even move it. I literally had no strength left in me, but I had to find some. I had to fight to live so I could get back home to my family and to destroy Maya. With all my force I crawled to the door. It felt like I was moving as slow as a snail, but I was making progress.
"Help me!" I cried out, being barely audible. I could feel the burning heat from the floor, and that's when I realized the house was on fire. My face was so fucked up that my nostrils couldn't even smell shit. I picked up my pace determined to live. I gave one final push into the hallway and then I blacked out again.
"Where am I?" I moved my arm, and a pain shot through my body that sent me into a fetal position. I slowly lifted my shirt to see what the cause of all my pain was, and my entire torso was covered in bandages.
"Precious, you woke up," I heard a familiar voice say. But my eyes were swollen shut and my vision was blurry. The harder I focused to see the image, the more my head would start throbbing.
"Who are you? What happened to me? Where am I?" the questions kept rolling of my tongue.
"It's okay, baby. I'ma take care of you."
"Nico, is that you?" I asked, wanting to break down and cry. I felt as if I didn't know myself anymore.
"Yes, baby, it's me. You're safe now."
"What happened? Where am I?"
"You're in Brooklyn."
"How did I end up back in New York? I have to get back to LA and be with my family." Flashes of Devon holding me down as Maya beat the shit out of me had my voice sounding hysterical. That deranged bitch whipped my ass so bad she had me about to go crazy.
"Precious, you have to calm down. You are in no condition to go anywhere. We have to get you well first, and then you can go back to your family. But first I want you to tell me who did this to you. Was it Mike?"
"Oh God, Mike! Mike is dead."
"What? So if Mike didn't do this, then who?"
"His sister."
"Maya? Wasn't she the girl that killed Nina?"
"Yes, that crazy fuckin' Maya. She killed Mike too."
"Her brother?" he questioned as if he believed I was delusional.
"Yes, her brother. If I told you the nightmare I've been stuck in for the past few weeks, it would blow your mind, and Maya's sick ass was behind the whole thing." It was evident by the silence in the air that Nico still wasn't getting it.
"Precious, it's clear you've been through hell, ain't no disputing that. But you're telling me that Maya-Mike's little sister-is the cause of your predicament?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm fuckin' saying."
"I know how you get down, and ain't no way Maya got you looking fucked up like this."
"Of course she had help, but she's behind all this bullshit. Man, she been plotting this shit against me for I don't know how long. All I know is she got Mike out of jail, helped orchestrate the kidnapping of Aaliyah, and this crazy bitch is determined to not only see me dead, but take my fuckin' life, literally, which includes my husband. That's why I got to get the fuck outta here," I said, trying to get out of bed. "Oh shit!" I grabbed my side, bending over in pain.
"Yo, you need to rest," Nico said, laying me back down on the bed.
"How can I rest knowing that psycho is playing house with my family?"
"We can deal with Maya after we nurse you back to health."
"Nico, I haven't even thanked you for saving my life."
"Don't thank me, thank the man upstairs," Nico said, pointing his index finger towards the ceiling. When I saw that house burning down I had no idea you were in there."
"What brought you to that house?"
"When we were on the phone that day and you went silent, I kept calling you back but got no answer. My gut told me something was wrong, but I wasn't sure what. I thought maybe Supreme had walked up on you and maybe you didn't want him to know you were speaking to me. The shit was buggin' me out. Then I called you a few days later and your phone kept going straight to voice mail. But when some detective dude..."
"You mean Detective Moore?"
"Yep, that's his name. When he left me a couple of messages saying he wanted to ask me a few questions regarding your whereabouts, I knew some serious shit was up. I mean dude wasn't going to be calling me unless some shit popped off. And for him to even have been able to get my number, I knew he must've traced it back from my cell phone call to you."
"Right, so did you ever call him?"
"Hell no! You know I don't fuck wit' no police. But what I did do was make some calls to find out if anybody knew what the fuck was going on. Didn't nobody really have no answers. All they kept on saying was Mike was still on the run and last they heard he was in LA. Then finally I got a break. There's this nigga named Quentin Jacobs that has been in the game forever. Motherfuckers call him like the Godfather."
"It's a small world. I met that cat."
"When?"
"He came to see Mike."
"Well that's the break I got. His right hand man is my people. He told me Quentin had been in touch with Mike and went to LA to close out some business and give him some loot because Mike was breaking out for good. He gave me the location and I'm hauling ass cause I'm thinking this my last chance to ever find out what the fuck happened to you, so I chartered a plane. I was prepared to go LA and kill that nigga."
"Nico, thank you for caring."
"Fuck, is you crazy' Baby girl, you gon' always be my heart."
When I thought about how fucked up I must look and for Nico to say something like that, it made me realize that shit could be a lot worse right now. "Thank you."
"I have nothing but love for you, baby, don't ever forget that."
"I won't."
"But back to how I found you. So my man gave me the location, and when I pulled up, the crib was up in smoke and I swear I thought I had the wrong address. I was about to break the fuck out."
"Why didn't you?"
"That's why I told you to thank the man upstairs, because something kept pulling me back to that house. I couldn't bring myself to leave. Precious, when I saw you I was afraid I had lost you for good."
"I can imagine how fucked up I looked when you found me. Shit, for a minute I thought I was dead too."
"Luckily I have some dealings with these Dominican cats in LA. They told me to take you to this private doctor they all fuck with if one of their
crew members get fucked up during some criminal shit and they don't want to take them to the hospital. "
"So that's who bandaged me up."
"Yeah, he pretty much saved your life."
"No, you did that, Nico."
"Okay, well he followed my lead. He also prescribed you some medicine for the pain, which you're going to take after I feed you this soup. Precious, I know you're a fighter, but you won't be able to win the war if you don't let me take care of you."
"I know. I can't go back to LA looking like this anyway. I would scare the shit out of Aaliyah and Supreme wouldn't recognize me. I need to get strong."
"I'm glad you get that."
"Shit, I don't have a choice. I can barely get out of bed... forget about walking."
"What in the fuck did Maya do to you?"
"She had her flunky, Devon hold me while she hammered my face and body with her fists. To make it even more painful, she wore brass knuckles on both hands."
"Damn, that's brutal," Nico said, shaking his head.
"Maya will get hers though."
"I'm sure. If I was a betting man, I would no doubt put my money on you."
"Good choice. Right now all I want to do is get better and look halfway normal again."
"You will. The doctor said there was no permanent damage and you would make a full recovery in a few weeks. He also gave me this topical cream called Arnica to treat the bruising. I heard this shit really works too."
"Well, give it here," I said with a slight chuckle. I couldn't laugh too hard or it would feel like a knife was poking me in the ribs.
"I got you. I put some on last night when we got here."
"How long did I stay at the doctor's?"
"For a few hours. He didn't feel you needed to stay overnight. I was glad I had chartered that plane because it was waiting for us and I didn't have to go through no bullshit. You were medicated up so you didn't know what the fuck was going on. This the first time you woke up since all this shit went down. I can finally relax a bit."
"Nico, I'll never forget what you've done for me."
"You better not. Now be still so I can put this cream on your face."
"Fine. I'll use the time to give you the play by play on how Maya's wicked ass orchestrated all this shit. Take your time with the cream `cause this gon' take a minute."