by J Peach
Ebony rolled her eyes and waved her hand.
I walked back into the hallway where he stood. “King, what she saying?” I wasn’t in there when the doc was, so I ain’t know what was said.
“Besides her jaw and ribs everything else good. She also told her about the miscarriage. I’m about to put them out so you can go in there with her. You can send Blake to the crib with Ebony. I’m sho she’ll be cool with it, she done took a liking to little dude.”
Rubbing my head, I let out a breath. I wasn’t made for this shit. “Blake cool. He ain’t gon’ wanna leave. Plus, my mom will be back up here to in a minute. But you can get them girls outda there.” Nodding, King walked back in the room.
This some bullshit. How the fuck I'm supposed to deal with this? What am I supposed to say? I'll take killing a mothafucka over this any day.
“Gon’ in there, I’ll meet you at the spot in ‘bout an hour or two. I’ll text you when I make that pick up,” said King.
After shaking up with him, King and the girls left.
Why the fuck couldn’t he deal with this shit when it’s his sister?
Clearing my head of all that shit, I went back inside. Blake sat in the chair watching cartoons while eating his chips with a pop in his lap. Looking away from him, I turned to Peaches to see her staring at the ceiling.
“How you feeling?”
Glancing at me she shrugged. Her eyes soon rolled up before closing. It wasn’t long after that, tears started coming down her cheeks.
“Peach, don’t cry, man.” Seeing her like that had me feeling bad because I ain’t know what the fuck to say.
Since the left side of her body wasn’t as bad as her right, I went to that side of the bed. I kicked off my shoes and pulled the sheets back. I got in bed with her, laying on my side while propping my head up on my hand.
“Peaches, stop crying.” I wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at her. I ain’t know what else to say besides that.
Honestly, I didn’t understand why she was really crying. The way she went off on my ass about putting her name on Blake’s birth certificate. I thought she made it clear then that she didn’t want kids now. Shid, I figured if she found out she was pregnant before this shit happened that she would've gotten an abortion anyway.
Even though I didn’t understand that shit, I ain’t say nothing about it. In fact, I didn’t say anything else, I just held her and let her cry that shit out.
***
I started the chainsaw and touched Poke’s arm with it. He jumped awake with a painful scream.
“Gotdamn, nigga, I thought I was gon’ have to shoot yo ass just to wake yo fuck ass up.” I smiled at him while cutting the chainsaw off.
Poke’s eyes jumped around the Steel Mill wildly before they landed on his wife and two kids.
“Are y’all alright? Blaze this has nothing to do with them. Just let them go,” Poke pleaded.
My eyes went up as I contemplated his plea. A slight hum sounded in the back of my throat. Quickly pulling my gun, I shot his son in the head.
“No!” Poke screamed as did his wife and daughter, though theirs were muffled from the duct tape wrapped around there mouths.
“I told you the same damn thing, but did you listen?” I asked, walking over to his wife. I put my gun back at my waist and grabbed the fourteen inch machete. “I said to you, Poke you fuckin’ with the wrong one. I said. Poke, don’t fuck with her. Did you listen? Huh?” I stared at him waiting for his reply. He didn’t say anything. “Hell n’all, you didn’t.”
“I had nothing to do with what happened to your girlfriend.” He insisted.
Quickly making my way to Poke, I kicked him the face. “You had every fucking thing to do with that bullshit! She wasn’t even supposed to fuckin’ be there! You wanted to fuck with me but couldn’t, so yo sorry ass went for her. Fuck you mean yo ass ain’t have shit to do with it?” I stomped him in the face repeatedly. Each time I brought my foot down with greater force. I oughta stomp this mothafucka to death.
“B,” King grabbed my arm.
I snatched away from him and let out a deep breath to calm myself down before going back to Poke’s wife. I stood over her but I spoke to him.
“Then you had that lawyer bitch sign that bullshit ass warrant. Yeah, baby, this all on you. But a couple of months ago somebody put a hit on me, was it you? Think before you answer. For every lie you tell, this bitch is losing a finger, a hand or the other ear. You get it.” Taking the machete, I pressed it against her arm breaking skin.
“No! No! I don’t know anything about that. I’m sorry about what happened to your girlfriend but I swear to you I didn’t have nothing to do with it. You right, though, I did bring her down hoping to turn her against you. When she didn’t take the bait or false threats, I had her sent to a cell but then I left. I promise you if I knew what was going to happen, I would’ve let her go. Please don’t hurt them. I’m begging you, please don’t do this— kill me if you want. They won’t say nothing, just let them go—”
“Shut the fuck up! King, you hear this nigga sounding like a straight bitch? You should’ve seen his ass yesterday, tossing me down the stairs and shit. Fooled me, I thought you had balls, Poke. Shid, you had them bitches when you came in the crib and took my girl up out that mothafucka. Anyway, tell me about this evidence you claim to have on my lady.”
“How do I know you won’t hurt them once I do that?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “You don’t. But I’m a man of my word, believe that.”
“Okay, last week I came in the office and a package was on my desk with a flash drive and a picture of Ms. Johnson and Mr. Jones. On the flash disk was a video in night vision showing a woman chasing after a man while shooting. I wasn’t going to charge her with anything I was just trying scare her into talking. On the video I couldn’t get a good glimpse of the woman’s face so I knew that everything I had was circumstantial and wouldn’t hold. Plus, the video was left anonymously, so I couldn’t claim I had a witness. I swear, my only purpose was to scare her into giving me something on you — that was it. Please, just let my wife and daughter go.”
I looked at King who shrugged, that told me that he thought Poke was telling the truth.
“I believe you, Poke. You ain’t have shit to do with that hit. You’re just a dirty ass cop that was willing to do anything to build a case. That’s your downfall. I told you this shit is happening because of you. Fuck with mine, I touch yours harder.” I swung the machete through the air with murderous precision.
Whack!
His wife’s head fell back and blood skeeted up in the air like a waterfall. “Damn,” I said, looking down at the bloody blade, “Shit cuts like butter. Yo wife was beautiful. It's fuck’d up she had to lose her head.” Grabbing a handful of his wife’s hair, I picked her head up off the floor and tossed it to him.
Poke sat there with his mouth wide open, eyes bulging out of their sockets.
I found that shit straight comical.
“Nigga can’t even scream. Damn, you know that shit hurts,” King stated, looking at Poke for a minute before turning his gaze on his daughter. “She a pretty little bitch, B. How much you think a face like that’ll go for underground? Four maybe five hundred thou? I’m sho they’ll love breaking that bitch in.”
“Probably more if she a screamer. Baby girl, how yo pipes?” I pulled the tape from her mouth.
“Please don't hurt me,” she cried.
“Leave her alone, you sick son of a bitch.” yelled Poke.
I ran the machete across his daughter’s thigh, slashing it open, and causing an ear piercing scream to leave her mouth. My hand came back and I slapped the shit out of her making her fall back in the chair.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up. Got my damn ears ringing.” I sat the chair back up and put the tape back over her mouth all the while Poke yelled and cussed at me, which I simply ignored. “If she don’t get to a hospital, she gon’ bleed to death. Poke, what you think I should
do? Should I call the police?” I smiled at him. I didn’t give him time to answer. “Fuck it.” Taking the gun, I pulled the trigger letting off three shots into her head. “Yo, wrap up Ross and his bitch then throw they ass in that box.”
King didn’t need to be told twice as he walked up to Ross, who was bound to a chair alongside his wife and three kids, all of which had their mouths taped shut.
He shot Ross’ wife first in the head then put one in each of his kids before turning his gun to Ross and letting it rip. King didn’t stop until the last bullet left the chamber and the gun just clacked.
“Yo, don’t touch Poke. Kado gon’ finish that nigga.” Once I said that, I left from the basement and went up the stairs to the main floor.
When I got to Le’Ron he was still out cold. I took off his shirt then picked him up. I dragged him out the door to the metal stairs and tossed his ass down the stairs, hoping that would wake his ass up.
“You gon’ kill the nigga before we can ask his ass shit. Damn B.” King snapped before hitting Le’Ron in the face with a steel pole.
Laughing at him, I walked back through the doors. “Kado, baby, wakeup. You hungry, baby?” I asked my pit as I took him out the cage.
I held Poke’s shirt to my dog’s nose so he could get a good whiff of his scent. I hit his side twice while making a ticking sound with my mouth. Kado took off through the double doors.
“Shit! Yo, B, get this fuckin’ dog!” King yelled.
Laughing sinisterly, I replied, “Nigga, grow some balls and stop acting like a bitch.”
A sound Hearing mumbling come from behind me, I glanced over to my right. Kado was now on top of Le’Ron snarling in his face. Three ticks left my mouth, Kado came running back to me until he saw King and went charging toward him. “Kado!” He stopped immediately, hearing the authority in my voice. He made his way back to me. “Good boy.” I rubbed under his chin then the top of head before looking at King. “Get that saw.”
King laughed before starting it up. Seeing this, Le’Ron started mumbling while he wiggled around trying to get away.
I walked Kado over to Poke while making that ticking noise before I hit his side. “Eat.” Kado lunged himself at Poke and began tearing into his flesh as if he was ripping paper. Poke’s screams echoed through the Mill as he wiggled around. Looking at Le’Ron his struggling became more determined.
“N’all, baby, don’t get scared now. Yo ass wasn’t scared when you took that stick and made my girl yo fuckin’ piñata.” Catching the pole King tossed me, I started swinging. First place I hit was his face.
Chapter 27
Blaze
I don't know when I dropped the pole, but it was no longer in my hand. That didn't spare Le’Ron my wrath, though. With vicious intent, I began stomping him in his bitch ass face. When his face turned into a bloody pulp, I stomped him in the stomach and kicked him in the ribs.
My anger escalated with each punishing blow that I inflicted on him. Visions of what they'd done to Peaches ran through my mind as violent adrenaline coursedo through my body.
“You caused my girl to miscarry, mothafucka. You murdered my seed!” I sent a deadly kick to the side of his head. The sound it made was like the crushing of a can.
He whimpered like a ho’.
“No mercy, bitch ass nigga!” I said, breathing hard.
I reached down and grabbed the chainsaw off the floor.
“Yo, B, hold up. I want this mothafucka dead just as bad as you do. But don’t you wanna know why they did that shit?” asked King.
“It don't even matter no more. Fuck why this bitch nigga did it. Boss, fuck that.”
But King wanted answers.
“Yo, why the fuck you do my sista like that?” he asked.
When Le’Ron didn’t respond, King shot him in the arm. “Nigga, you don’t hear me talkin’ to you?” He yanked Le’Ron up by the neck. “You gon’ fuck with mine, though. Why the fuck you wanna do that, Ron?” Le’Ron nodded his head toward me mumbling. King slammed him to the ground. He finally lost it and started beating the shit outda dude.
I started to remind him that Le’Ron couldn’t answer because his mouth was taped up but I ain’t say shit, just let him release his shit on that nigga.
***
The sun started to rise and Le’Ron had passed out once King started on his ass. I ain’t say or do shit. King was in a zone and I wasn’t fuckin’ with that nigga.
That mothafucka was loco when he got like that. Shid, last time I saw his ass in that state of mind was when he killed the drunk mothafucka that caused his folks’ accident.
When Le’Ron passed out King took the tape from his mouth saying he wanted to hear the bitch in him come out.
Now he had Le’Ron chained by the wrist and hanging from a hook that hung down from the ceiling. He started up the blow torch.
I rubbed my head as I sat on the floor watching King as he drew a line across Le’Ron’s chest. The smell of burning flesh had me turning my nose up.
Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out a swisher then a dime bag of weed and started breaking it down to roll a big ass blunt.
“Ah!” Le’Ron screams echoed through the steel mill as King continued to burn him.
I lit the blunt and continued watching the show.
“Yo, shut the fuck up before I burn yo fuckin’ tongue out,” King spato.
I started choking at King’s words before laughing. “You standing here burning that mothafucka and you gon’ get pissed because the nigga screaming?”
King gave me a funky look.
I raised my hands and laughed. “Yo, shut the fuck up before he burn yo fuckin tongue out.” Hitting the blunt, I inhaled once then twice holding the smoke inside my mouth.
“Why the fuck you do that shit to my sista, man? What she do to you fah yo ass to do that shit? What the fuck possessed yo ass to do some dumb shit like that in first place?” When he didn’t say anything, King brought the torch back to his skin.
“Ah!” He screamed loudly making my ears ring, pissing me the fuck off.
“Shut yo bitch ass up, nigga. Yo ass wasn’t screaming when you was swinging that damn stick? So, shut the fuck up and tell ‘em what he wanna know.” Again, he didn’t say shit. Fuck this. I put out the blunt and got up off the floor.
I grabbed the chainsaw and started it up. Le’Ron’s eyes widened.
“Yo, toast his ass,” I egged King on.
He didn’t have to be told twice. He went to work with the torch while I let the chainsaw rip, tearing into Le’Ron’s flesh.
“Stop! Please, stop!” He screamed, sounding like a bitch as he pleaded. “Stop, I’ll tell you, just stop,” he cried out.
That was what we wanted to hear. The punk mothafucka had finally cracked.
“Nigga, talk.” King snapped, starting the torch up again as I did the chainsaw.
“Okay, I didn’t mean to—Ah!” He screamed out.
Our minds had to be in tune because as soon as those words left his mouth. King flamed his front as I started cutting into his back again.
“You didn’t mean to? The fuck you mean, you didn’t mean to?” gritted King.
“So, yo ass accidently started beating her? The Fuck!” I continued to fuck up his back, legs and anywhere I could mutilate. I was cutting his ass up. He didn’t fuckin’ mean too? That’s bullshit!
“It was—I’m sorry!” That pissed me off more.
How the fuck he gon’ say he fuckin’ sorry when he shouldn’t have done the shit in the first place?
“Hold down, B. Talk, nigga. Why the fuck you do her like that?” King asked him.
Le’Ron panted heavily as his eyes dimmed. “Because of Blaze,” he mumbled out breathing hard. “All she had to do was say what I told her, but she wouldn’t.”
When he said that, King put the blow torch down, picked up the pipe and started beating his ass. King was about to kill that nigga.
“Yo, chill for a sec before you kill his ass.” I grabbed his
arm.
King pushed me back. He then thrusted the pole in my face. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He spat before he proceeded to whoop Le’Ron’s ass.
“You gon’ kill the mothafucka before we can find shit else out.” I had taken on King’s role.
“B, shut the fuck up, damn!” He dropped the pole and moved back before he grabbed a square out his pocket, lighting it.
I stared at his crazy ass for a second. “You cool now? Can I ask him what I want?” I joked with him.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up talking to me right now.” He was pissed.
Laughing at him, I looked back to Le’Ron. “Who put the hit out on me? And don’t say yo ass don’t fuckin’ know? I know damn well Cornell’s ass ain’t have money like that to hire that hitta, so who did?” I started the chainsaw up again and his ass started talking.
“I didn’t do it, but I knew about the hit. You killed Blue, and Cornell was pissed. He knew he couldn’t come at you so he got to Leslie, getting her to rat you out…” His words faded as he started drifting in and out.
King grabbed the power hose and sprayed him, making him scream out but it woke his ass up.
“Nigga, finish.” I snapped at him.
“I don’t know who hired the hit, but they wanted you gone so they could get yo territory. That’s what it was all about. You have too much leeway and niggas are tired of being in the dark. They want you out and they ain’t gon’ stop until you out for good. Either you quit or die. She don’t care which one—”
“Wait—wait. She? You’re telling me a bitch is behind all this?” I was stunned by his revelation.
“No, I meant he—” Le’Ron tried to correct himself but the shit was already out there.
“N’all, mothafucka, who the fuck is she?” King asked and Le’Ron got tight lipped.
Is it that Macy/Monica bitch?” I questioned but he said nothing else. “Oh, he don’t wanna talk now, huh? Let’s make that shit permanent.” I told King thinking it would scare Le’Ron into talking.