by Kelly, Marie
Surge and Legion had smirks on their faces because they knew me well enough to know that laugh just meant I was about to fuck some shit up.
“My guess is that it was Trojan hitting back after those niggas we killed.” Legion voiced what I was already thinking.
“Well, since he wanted my attention so badly, let me go give it to him.” I smiled.
All my boys nodded their heads to agree.
I pulled my two guns to check the chambers. After sending an encrypted message to Paul to let him know some shit popped off and I was about to hit the streets, we all jumped into our cars, and I led the way.
It was late at night, which was perfect for what I was about to do. Trojan wanted a fight, well that’s what the motherfucker was gonna get. Hopefully, now, he would grow some fucking balls and come out of hiding.
We still had no location on him—I didn’t even think he was in the States, to be honest—but I damn sure hoped this would force the nigga out of hiding.
My first stop was his main trap on Sunflower Drive, Jackson, New Jersey. I knew where all his traps were—even after he attempted to change shit up. I had put Commission on his ass, and he let me know where they were. That information came at the right fucking time.
Pulling up down the block from where the trap was, I climbed out of my car and pulled my hoodie over my head.
My boys followed me.
I looked around as I made my way around the back of where the trap house was. Jumping the fence, I pulled my guns out—I had attached the silencers in my car—and crept toward the back door.
I looked behind me, and when they all nodded to let me know that they were ready, I tried the door to see if it was open, and it was.
Stupid motherfuckers, I thought as I strolled into the house with my guns up.
It was a two-story house, so after making sure the kitchen was empty, Pac and his crew headed up the stairs while my brothers followed me. Guns made a detour to the basement while the rest of us went toward the living room.
Three niggas were inside watching porn and didn’t even get the chance to react before we shot them in the heads.
I turned to face the door when I heard someone’s voice.
“Ayo, we should call some bitches, man!” A voice called out.
I put my guns away and rushed over to the door just as he stepped through it.
His eyes widened at us standing around among his dead friends. He didn’t even get a chance to make another sound or move before I was on his ass.
I hit him with two punches to the face; splitting his nose open. My fists then collided with his body before I grabbed his head and brought his face down to my knee.
When he bent over groaning in pain, I lifted him in the air by his throat and slammed him down on the ground.
After everything that was going on with Kanada and now this shit, I needed someone to receive my anger, and unfortunately, it was this nigga.
I continued to pound his face in until I could no longer feel my knuckles, and his face was a bloody pulp. Then, I snapped his neck, killing him.
Breathing hard, I stood to my feet and cracked my neck, closing my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes and looked around, my brothers were all staring at me.
They didn’t know what had happened between me and Kanada—they just knew something was off with me. But I would tell them eventually.
I left my brothers in the living room and checked the rest of that floor. But no one else was inside.
Guns came from the basement.
“Only one nigga was down there fucking a chick. She reached for a gun, so I killed her too,” he explained, and I nodded.
We didn’t really kill women, but if they pulled a gun, it was either them or us.
Pac and his crew came downstairs.
“Four upstairs. We dealt with them,” Pac said, and I nodded.
Walking back into the living room, I pulled a can of paint from my hoodie pocket. Shaking it, I took the lid off and sprayed on the wall—Feel My Wrath.
That was so the motherfucker knew it was me.
Once I was sure everyone inside the house was dead, we flushed their product down the toilet and set fire to the money before leaving.
I didn’t need or want his shit. It was more about sending a message than robbing him.
After we all went back to our cars, I led us to another trap house to do the same thing.
I ended up fist fighting two niggas there because I still had some pent up anger flowing through me. By the time I killed them, I was somewhat calmer.
We set fire to that money as well as flushed the products before making our exit into the night. I hit the crew up and put a price on Trojan’s head.
It was time the motherfucker came out to face me. Who started what was irrelevant now; it was time to settle things.
I was tired of playing with these motherfuckers. They wanted to see me—well here I was!
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
One Week Later
I grabbed a handful of A’Moya’s hair and sniffed it. My shorty always smelled sweet as fuck, especially her hair. I wasn’t sure what fruity shit she used to wash it, but I loved the fucking smell! It would have my dick hard like it did now.
A’Moya was lying on my chest as we watched a movie. A place she had been comfortably lying in for almost two hours. I loved every second of it. There was hardly a time when I didn’t have some part of A’Moya’s body on me. Even if it was just her leg or hand, I just needed to feel her skin on mine. It did something very calming to me, and I couldn’t get enough of that.
Wanting to feel her, I rolled her over onto her back. She looked up at me and smiled.
Our lips merged, and I slowly slid my tongue into her mouth. My hands roamed her body and squeezed her breasts, causing a moan to leave my lips. I was so in love with my girl that I couldn’t get enough of her.
Breaking our kiss, I ran my hand down her cheek, over her perky breasts, and down her stomach until I reached the top of the black leggings she had on.
The anticipation of feeling her soft, warm walls wrapped around my dick had me biting into my bottom lip as I gripped the top of her leggings.
“We can’t, Pharaoh.” Moya called out stopping me in my tracks.
“Why?” I asked with a frown.
Since we had been having sex, A’Moya had never denied me. If I was being honest, she was just as horny as I was! We would fuck almost every day—multiple times a day, and never get tired.
Even if I woke her up in the middle of the night, Moya was ready. Shorty stayed ready for me, and it made me love her just that much more.
She wasn’t afraid to please me, so it bothered me that she had recently been stopping me recently.
A’Moya and I had sex constantly, but for the last week, I found that she didn’t want to. And every day was a different excuse—bullshit ass ones!
I lay between her legs looking her in the eyes and wondering what excuse she was going to use today.
“My period came today,” she said.
I kept eye contact with her for a little longer before nodding and getting up.
“Are you going out?” She climbed off the bed and asked as she followed me.
“I need to meet my brother. He needed me to do something,” I turned and said to her.
“Oh,” she said in a low voice.
She looked away from my eyes, and I just stood there looking down at her.
“Are you angry?”
A’Moya looked nervous, but she had no reason to be. Everything was all good. I walked over to her, bent down slightly, and pecked her lips.
“No. We good, baby.”
I left her standing there while I went into the bathroom to have a quick shower.
When I was finished and walked back into the room, A’Moya was sitting on the bed looking at me.
The room remained silent as I got dressed, and all that did was further fuck with my mind. I needed to put some distance betwee
n us and fast.
“I’ll be back,” I told her with another peck on the lips before I walked out of my house without even waiting for a response.
I hissed when the dark liquor warmed my throat on its way down.
My ass found the nearest bar where I’d been for the past hour trying to drink my thoughts away. I slammed the empty glass down and closed my eyes, which were now starting to have double vision.
That’s just how much shit I had drank.
It had been a long ass time since I drank like this or needed to drink like this. But it was the only way I knew to help me keep my thoughts at bay because right now, my mind was telling me to go say a few words to A’Moya, and not ones she would like. It was only because I loved her that I didn’t, which was more I could say for her!
The lie she just told me to my face let me know that she didn’t, and it had me wondering if she ever did.
Of course, she doesn’t!
All the times I had believed she looked past my faults and saw me were nothing but lies! She let me believe the shit—she convinced me of it—but when it came down to it, her true feelings were shown to me when that lie rolled off her tongue.
A’Moya even kept eye contact with me, and I think that was what was fucking with me the most. Like, damn, that’s how low she thought of me?
My eyes stayed closed as my mind brought me back to all the times I tried to push her away, and she refused, but for what? Why pull me in, push into my mind that she would never leave me and that my past was nothing but that, when she knew that was bullshit? It had to be bullshit for her to do what she did!
“That’s what your stupid ass gets for believing she looked past your flaws,” I whispered to myself.
I was stupid to believe someone could look past what I did and love me. I was stupid to believe someone like A’Moya could love a motherfucker like me. Seeing the truth did something to me. All the changes I had made for myself and A’Moya were all for nothing.
My mind was telling me to fuck it all and go back to the stone-cold motherfucker I used to be. At least then, I didn’t give a fuck who loved me or not.
I might as well because she doesn’t fucking want me!
My eyes slowly opened, and I looked around for a bartender. When I caught sight of her, I waved her over.
She stared at me as she walked over.
“Give me another,” I ordered just as my cell vibrated in my pocket.
I pulled it from my pocket and saw that it was A’Moya again—she had been texting me for the past thirty minutes, and just like I had been doing, I ignored her without even reading what she said.
When I pushed my phone back into my pocket, I looked around to see Gena staring at me.
I hadn’t seen her since the night I had A’Moya with me at the club. She tried to text me that night, but I had blocked her number, and I never heard from her again.
She stood there studying my face—probably to see if she should approach me or not after I made it perfectly clear that I didn’t fuck with her anymore—but when I turned my eyes from her to the new drink in front of me, she must have taken that as an invite because she sat on the stool beside me.
I could see from the corner of my eyes that she was watching me as I put the glass up to my lips and took a big mouthful. As I swallowed, I put the glass down and turned my head to look at her.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” she asked and her eyes slightly rolled in annoyance.
“Don’t worry about that. Where’s your nigga? You know the smarter one with a bigger dick?”
I grabbed the glass and took another mouthful while I waited for a response.
“He wasn’t my boyfriend. In fact, I didn’t even know him. We were just dancing when you walked in.”
We were at a bar, so the music was low enough for me to hear her without her having to yell.
I didn’t feel like being in a club, but I needed a drink.
Not bothering to look at her, I just nodded and finished off my drink.
Gena started to look around, and I knew what she was looking for, or rather who.
“She’s not here, Gena. I’m alone,” I said before downing what was left in my glass.
“I’m sorry for what I said, Legion. It just hurt me to see you with her.” Gena’s voice slightly cracked, and I turned to look at her.
Her eyes were sad, and her shoulders were slumped.
As I sat there looking at Gena, I knew it would probably hurt A’Moya to see me entertaining her, but then I remembered how she didn’t really give a fuck about me, so I decided not to give a fuck about her either because I knew in my heart shit was never gonna be the same.
Fuck it!
Legion was who A’Moya really saw and would forever see, no matter what her mouth said, so that’s who the fuck I was gonna be.
My mother taught me a long time ago that people’s actions spoke louder than words, and A’Moya’s spoke volumes.
“I don’t want to talk about her.”
Gena’s face lit up when I said that, and her eyes danced with hope. Seeing that, I decided to give her some additional hope by rubbing her bare thigh.
At least she wants me for real! I thought as Gena smiled from my small gesture.
“Can you come over?” she asked.
Her mouth tried to sound innocent, but her body betrayed her as it warmed under my touch, letting me know her offer was everything but innocent.
Fuck it. A’Moya was about to do her, so I was too!
“Yeah, let’s go,” I answered as I stood to my feet, took her hand, and walked out.
Meshach ‘Guns’ Ramsey
A part of me felt like shit as I sat amongst my two brothers and my pops knowing that I was the nigga who did all that shit the other night, but a part of me didn’t because I had to do what I did!
As I knew he would, my pops blacked the fuck out when he heard all that went down. Bully and his boys fucked some shit up that night.
It was almost comical when I saw the warehouse burnt to nothing.
That wasn’t in my plan though but I couldn’t deny that it just finished everything off nicely.
Wrath was definitely losing the fucking plot the way he just stood there laughing as he saw it. I felt bad for big bro but I didn’t at the same time.
My love was losing faith in me; in us, so I had to do what I did. There was no question in my mind who would win in a battle because it was going to be her.
I had put in too much work for it to end.
“So, Trojan was working with that crew?” My pops asked after sitting there quietly digesting the bullshit I just fed them.
“Yeah. After that shit happened the other day, I put my boys on us, had them following us around to see who was watching us and they found them.” I lied.
“Why didn’t you call us, Guns? Anything could have happened!” Surge complained.
I had to fight really hard not to turn my lip up at him. The nigga was getting praised for fucking the enemy’s daughter! I didn’t give a fuck if she stopped whatever her pops was doing. If you asked me she was doing that shit to lure my brother in and he was too stupid to see it.
But I was gonna sit back and watch that shit come back to bite him in the ass! Shit it was only going to work in my favor too.
“My boys hit me up and I had no time to think. I just acted.” I shrugged. “Shit, I’m the hitta in this family right? Meaning I deal with the issues.”
My pops looked over at me but didn’t say anything.
“So all that shit that went down was this nigga called Bully who was working with Trojan?” Wrath asked.
Big bro looked stressed as fuck! His eyes just had this wild and sleepless look in them and I knew it had more to do with what was going on. Especially since I hadn’t seen his chick for a minute—not even at the office.
Inside I smiled as I looked at my brother who looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
I know my dad is seeing this shit!
It was lik
e my brothers were begging me to take over and with this lie I conjured up, I knew I was leaving here in charge.
Plus I had my boys here for back up since they were really down with the shits I was doing.
“Yeah. The nigga told us everything before we got rid of him.” Dagger, my boy for the last ten years, spoke out.
My brothers and pops looked over at him before nodding their heads.
“I knew they would eventually work together.” Wrath expressed.
Yeah, knew and did shit about it.
“What made you have people following us?” Wrath asked.
Because you didn’t think of it nigga!
“It had me thinking how the fuck these niggas kept disappearing on us. It let me know that they had to be following us. So why not get our own crew to follow us too.”
“But we have niggas following us.” He hit back.
“Come on Wrath, if they were doing their jobs how did they never find niggas taking those pictures of us?”
I knew it was because the motherfuckers he had watching our backs were the same niggas working for me. Richard had turned a lot more niggas than his block boys but my brothers didn’t need to know that.
I also knew that Wrath was gonna have them all killed from what I had said but that was a small price to pay for this victory.
My pops believed Bully and his gang were dead thanks to me and that’s all I was interested in.
Wrath nodded along with my pops.
I looked up at my boy Dagger and our eyes silently saluted each other.
“Wrath, now that Guns dealt with that crew, you need to do whatever you need to fucking do to get at Trojan. Don’t make me have to repeat myself or come out of retirement because you won’t like either.”
I frowned.
I know this nigga wasn’t saying that Wrath was still in charge? And that if he failed, my pops was gonna come out of retirement?
The fuck!
My eyes landed on Dagger again and from his face I could see he was thinking the same fucking thing I was!
“Guns you did good son. Now we just gotta fix the rest so things can go back to normal. This motherfucker has been fucking shit up long enough.”