by Mesha Mesh
“I think you’re right. Hit the team up and let them know to meet us in the warehouse district at nine. I got to go to my office and appoint somebody for this leave I’m about to take.”
“Handle your business bro and I will see you there at nine.”
I dapped Infamous up and headed out the door to go to my spot in Duncanville to change clothes. No way was I going to my office in my street gear. The Colonial Village at Main Park is located in a pretty quiet neighborhood. The neighborhood is nothing like my house in Rockwall but it’s not exactly the hood either. Once I parked, I rushed in the house to put on a suit but thought against going to the office. I don’t need anybody following me there. I grabbed a shot of Hennessy and sat in my recliner to think a minute before I acted. Dark was burning my insides up trying to release and at this moment, I’m tired of fighting this losing battle.
Before I gave in, I remembered that I needed to grab the laptop and make a conference call to my employees. I put on a tie and suit coat to look up to par then made the call. It rang three times then my team started picking up one by one. Once all five of my top execs picked up I began to speak.
“Hello, everyone. I know you’re all wondering why I made this conference call to you instead of coming in. I just want you all to know that I am fine and things are running smooth. There has been a family emergency and I will be out of the office for a while. Crystal Thompson will be in charge of the company and will act as the CEO while I am gone. Please contact her in case of emergency or for whatever you may need authorization for. Mark Johnson will be ahead of all the internet marketing and contracts. Jennifer Blakely will be in charge of meetings with the partners and all out of country affairs. We all know that Justin Buford is in charge of all things legal and Thomas Jones will be in charge of general affairs.”
“Together I expect you to all work as one in order to keep things running smoothly. Only contact me if you are in dire need of assistance and none of you can come up with a solution. You can contact me by email or the company phone. If I do not answer the phone please leave a contact number and the reason you are calling and I will return your call in a timely manner. Emails will be returned as soon as I receive them. If you do not receive an immediate email then try calling. I expect for the company to run as if I am in office and if the numbers continue to look great then you all will be compensated with a hefty bonus for taking on the extra responsibility.
You all were called upon because you are my most trusted employees and I expect you to act as such. There will be an email sent to you in a few moments with my expectations and the daily duties of your roles. I will send an email to the head of each department with the instructions on who to report to until I get back. Do you have any questions for me?”
Crystal being the one I knew would not let me go easily asked, “Mr. Hendrix do you know when you will be returning sir?”
“Mrs. Thompson I am not sure when I will return but it will not be too long. I have some family affairs that I need to handle and I need you to handle things while I am gone. Will that be a problem?’
“No sir, I will not let you down.”
“Thank you Crystal. Are there any more questions?”
They all shook their heads no and with that I ended the call. I chugged the shot down, took off the button up and suit jacket and replaced my black tee.
My next call was to security that is posted across the street from where the body was found.
I got up from my seat and headed to my room at the back to load up. I grabbed my twin desert eagle fifty cals off the top of the shelf in my closet. I stared at them with my mind going back and forth playing tug of war with my soul. I know that once I slide these two in my shoulder holster then there will be more bodies attached to my soul then one man can account for. I bowed my head to ask God for forgiveness and to have mercy on my soul because when I am Dark I know no better. I felt my spirit shift as I raised my head. No more playing with these niggas. Shit just got real.
Chapter 19
Dark
I placed the guns in my holster and wrapped a sheet around my pistol grip pump. I grabbed three boxes of bullets, tucked the sheet under my arm, and exited my apartment building. I had a couple of pre-rolled blunts of Kush already ready for me. I sniffed the cigar and lit it up when I got in my ride so that I could get my head together. I put in Meek Mills and blasted “Chiraq” as loud as I could to hunt the city for these niggas that think they want war. My eyes darted in every direction and the adrenaline began to pump heavily through my body. I started rapping to the song with murder on my mind and ice in my veins,
“You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga
You fuck around get smoked
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church
Momma stressing, selling dinner platters, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Nah, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and Cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas
Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about
Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint
Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!”
I banged my hand on the steering wheel while bobbing my head gangsta grooving to the lyrics. I was ready to get into something. That song had always been able to get me on the level that I needed to be and today was no different. I rapped the whole song while I glided through Duncanville headed toward Oak Cliff. I traveled down Camp Wisdom to Hampton Rd. and busted a right on Red Bird Lane so I can go through Singing Hills. I made a left on Singing Hills Dr. and headed towards this spot I know named Lil Cajun where those niggas always hang out at.
I crept through the block on a mission for blood. It wasn’t long before I spotted the nigga Lil Blue with some more young boys standing in front like it wasn’t war. I circled the block a couple times to see if they would notice me. When I saw that they weren’t paying attention I made a left on Ledbetter and parked my car at the abandoned building behind Lil Cajun. I was still rapping the lyrics in my head as I speed walked from behind the building to head towards Lil Blue. As I approached I pulled my guns from my holster and pointed them at my targets. The fools had their backs toward me talking to some thots so they didn’t even get to see me coming.
Boom, the sound of the cannon echoed as the first shot landed to the back of one of the lil niggas head. His head exploded then skull and brain matter flew everywhere as his body dropped with a thud. The other two stood there frozen while looking on in disbelief. The cat that stood next to Lil Blue moved ten seconds to late and I quickly turned my pistol on him as he reached for his and sent another shot that landed in his face.
Lil Blue tried to run so I steadied the pistol and sent a bullet in his direction that got him in the leg. All three bodies lay there spra
wled on the ground with two faceless but I didn’t want to kill Lil Blue. That nigga is known for running his mouth so I had something better for him in mind. I wasn’t worried about the chickens because they took off running and were long gone after they heard the explosion from one of the twins. I snatched Lil Blue up by the collar and said, “Bitch ass nigga you’re coming with me.
I dragged him across the parking lot like a rag doll right to my car. I popped the trunk, threw him inand then quickly jumped in the driver’s seat. The fool was kicking and screaming so loud that I cut the radio up as far as it can go to drown him out.
These niggas think this is a game. I am that nigga; Dark I am and I’m back in action. I thought to myself.
I called Warren G and told him to get the room ready then headed towards the chamber. The funeral home is only five minutes away on Lancaster Rd. so I made it there in record time. I parked behind the building, popped the trunk, then picked Blue up by his neck and flung him on the ground. I pointed my pistol at his head and with my eyes I dare him to try to run.
“Get ya bitch ass up nigga.”
“Legend don’t kill me. I don’t know what’s going on. What did I do to you?”
“Nigga you on the wrong team,” I replied as I swung my pistol and hit him in the mouth knocking out several of his teeth. He fell backwards onto his butt then leaned over on all fours and spit out the blood that was rapidly filling his mouth. I pointed the pistol back at his face so he used all the strength he could gather to stand up. His body swayed and he staggered a bit almost falling over because of his bad leg. I got tired of looking at him so I wrapped my forearm around his throat and drug him in through the back door of the funeral home.
“Man the fuck up! I bet you wasn’t crying or playing dumb when you niggas killed my lil homie.”
“It wasn’t me Legend, I promise.”
“Shut the hell up Blue, you may as well have pulled the trigger because all you niggas are guilty anyway.”
I frowned up my face and my frustration grew just watching this grown man cry like a bitch. I slapped him a few times and Warren G just watched while waiting patiently for me to get through so he could get in on the action. G stood in the chamber with a gaze in his eyes that let me know he has been missing the action of being in the streets. I dapped G up then dropped Blue on the floor. G kicked him in his sides repeatedly and he gasped for air trying to catch his breath after each blow. G got tired of playing with him so he quickly snatched him up from the ground and hung him from the wrist by the chains that attached to the ceiling.
I pulled a chair up in front of him and said, “You’re gonna tell me everything you know or I’m going to make sure you have a closed casket. You are the holder of your faith. At this moment you need to decide whether you want a closed or open casket and a fast or slow death so talk and start talking now. Either way you die!”
“Man I don’t know nothing. I just run the trap. They only give me orders and I follow them with no questions asked.”
“Tsk, tsk, that’s exactly where you messed up at. You follow a man who didn’t even tell you what type of danger he has put you in. It sucks to be you. Maybe next time you will decide to lead your own show.” “Strip him!” I told G.
I strutted casually over to the table and looked over at all the tools that lay before me that one would need for torture spread about. G grabbed some scissors off the table and proceeded to cut his pants off then his shirt. Blue continued to yell and shake and beg for his life so G punched him in his mouth to shut him up. G must’ve hit him with a quitter because soon after he got hit he started snoring. Blue was hanging there with his head dangling to the side naked as the day he was born with blood leaking from his leg and mouth with his face sweating bullets. I splashed some water on him to wake him up and when he did open his eyes the look of terror that graced his face only added fuel to my fire. I grabbed a face mask and a blow torch then approached him slowly while flicking the torch off and on.
“What are you going to do with that torch man? I will talk! I will talk!”
“My nigga you should have said that at first. Now I got to give you a reason to open yo mouth and make sure you continue until I get through with you.” I replied as I placed the flames close to his skin then pulled them back.
I stood in front of Blue with the torch lit and started moving up the front of his leg and ended where his balls were. His nuts began to shrivel like bacon and his screams bounced off the walls sounding like he was howling at the moon. The chorus that played from his mouth was symphonic like Mozart and was music to my ears. After listening to his howls and scorching his balls for sixty seconds I stepped back to give him a moment to get his bearings. The fool was taking too long and my patience was wearing thin. His body shook convulsively and his head bobbed up and down from him blacking in and out. Frustrated, I walked to the back of the chamber where we held the injections and grabbed a bottle of Provigil and a needle.
I filled the syringe with the liquid then thumped it twice and squeezed so that I could make sure I had a good flow through the needle. I returned to my position in front of him and jammed the needle in his neck then filled his body with the solution. No sooner than the fluids pumped through his blood he was wide awake.
“Yea play boy, you thought you were gonna get the easy way out. I want you wide awake so you can see everything I am about to do to you.”
Soon as I said that Blue opened his mouth and started to tell me everything he knew about Danger and his operation. I stood quietly and listened to him for all of thirty minutes. When I felt had heard enough I walked away without any words. I grabbed my jagged edged knife off the counter and had G hold his head back while I gripped his tongue with some vice grips and sliced the disloyal tongue out of his mouth. Once that was complete I dropped the knife on the floor and grabbed a machete off the table then began chopping body parts away limb by limb. I packed his limbs into several garbage bags and had G take the bags to the car. On the way back I had G bring me my duffle bag so that I could change out of the bloody clothes. I had so much blood on me that there was no way I was going to keep this on for the rest of the day.
G did as I asked and brought what I needed. I took a quick shower then changed into something all black similar to what I had on at first. I dapped G up one more time then exited the chamber. I hopped back into my car, put “Lay It Down” on replay and left out of the parking lot headed to each of the spots Blue told me about.
Their security is null and void because I had no trouble when I deposited the limbs on the porch. I saved the best for last though. My last stop was to Danger’s momma’s house. Danger’s momma still stays in the hood called the Butter Beans so I parked the car around the corner of the houses. I made sure to cover the area thoroughly a few times before I made my move. Nothing was out of the ordinary and that dummy didn’t even care about his momma enough to have anybody on guard as if his momma was safe or off limits. The only reason I was even here was to show him that everyone he loves can be touched. I pulled my hat over my eyes and my hoodie on my head then briskly walked to the porch where Danger grew up and rang the bell. His mom answered after I rung it three times.
“Who the hell is it and why are you standing on my door bell? What do you want?” she yelled.
“I have a package for you from Danger.” I replied while holding my head as low as it could go.
She quickly unlocked the door then stood there for a minute while looking at me suspiciously then looked down at the box. She snatched the box as I handed it to her and Blue’s head could be heard shaking in it when she moved I hurriedly removed myself from the porch. She stood there and watched me walk away for a few more moments longer before she headed back into the house. I was far enough to get to my car with a few more strides but not far enough that I couldn’t hear her loud wails. Mission complete in time enough for the meeting.
Chapter 20
Truth
We’ve been in Miami for three days watching
Gutta’s every move. I thought it would be a little harder to get to him since he had so much going in the streets but he turned out to be an easy mark. He did the same things every day not switching up or wavering from the routine that he had built for himself. He would wake up at six then shower. Get dressed for his jog at seven then run for a mile and he would make it back to his home by eight. He showered again by eight thirty then got dressed to leave for the day. Once he was out of the house he would stop by a small diner for breakfast then head to his strip club.
We placed a tracking device on his cars so we knew his every move whether we were on his tail or away. Even though that does a great job keeping us up with his whereabouts, I still needed to see the things that he did outside of his car. I needed to know what type of man I am dealing with and there’s no better way to see then with my own two eyes. From what I can tell his strip club is his favorite place to be. He would watch the strippers and drink for a while then retreat to his office to conduct business. The strippers would be in and out of the office all day and that got me to thinking. Around three in the morning he would leave and his guards would follow him home then leave once they saw that he had made it in safe.
The next morning I was up bright and early. I bathed then rubbed some Love Spell by Victoria Secret into my skin to give it that silky smooth look that I love. The scent is an aphrodisiac for men and I like how they seem to be hypnotized after a few whiffs. I placed a twenty two inch blonde Brazilian deep wave wig on my head and a razor inside my mouth. I threw in my blue contacts then got dressed. I slid on some red lace boy shorts with the matching bra and my black seven jeans with a cheetah print crop top. I applied black eyeliner to my eyes which make my cat like eyes look so exotic and seductive. I smoothed some black lipstick on my lips then strapped on my cheetah print red bottoms. Once I was done getting myself together I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the front to call the girls to let them know I was ready.