“I knew you were here, baby. I felt you.
So, I waited. I knew you come for me you always do. I’m sorry, baby, it was calling to me. I couldn’t help myself.”
Michael took his hand and wiped his mother’s tears, “Don’t cry mommy. Its okay, but you have to stay strong for us. You have been doing good for so long. You don’t need that stuff, mommy. Let’s go home and stay strong together, mommy.”
“Okay baby, you say the deepest things for your age.” Michael grabbed his mother’s hand and they made their way back to the train station and went home to New Jersey.
As Razor lay on the ground bleeding to death, he seen a man walk into the alleyway and stood right over him. “I did what you told me to man. I gave her free crack every time she came.
Please, please help me,” he said as he choked on his own blood.
The man looked at Razor and smiled his devilish grin. “Yes! Yes, you did everything I needed you to do, Razor. And you dying was part of it,” the man said and laughed as he bent down and pulled out a knife that curved at the tip and cut Razor’s neck from ear to ear. Then picked up his chopped off left hand and cut off the pinky finger and dropped the hand. “You won’t be needing these anymore. Hahahaha,” he laughed as he crept into the night.
Chapter 3
Michael snapped back to reality as he walked into his mother’s house. He walked down the hall and found his mother sitting on the couch with Janet in the living room talking about God.
Ever since Michael had found her that day in Brooklyn, she turned her whole life to God going to church on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays.
“Janet, God is good I’m telling you. He took away my nightmares. You just keep praying and he’ll take yours away too.”
“I know your right, Rachel, but I can’t stop dreaming of that day. I keep seeing Black Ice’s face every night,” Janet said as tears rolled down her face, “It’s been ten years and I still can see him shoot Jay in the chest.”
“Hi mom. Hi Janet,” Michael said as he walked deeper into the room causing both ladies to stop their conversation and looked up at him smiling. At nineteen years old, Michael junior was 6’2” tall and weighed 200 pounds of all muscles.
With his sexy dark skin complexion, he was a spitting image of his father, but was his mother loving smile at heart. At thirty nine, his mother still looked like she was in her early twenties. Her light skinned complexion glowed. She took very good care of herself. Janet was only three years younger, both women were beyond gorgeous. They could have any man they wanted, but was deeply in love with God and used that as a way to escape the pain they been through in their life.
“Junior, where have you been? Don’t even answer that, I already know. You was in Brooklyn, again.”
“Yes mom, for some reason I feel at home out there,” Michael replied. “Junior, if you want to go to college at Long Island University in downtown Brooklyn for human services, I’ll let you go. Well, I couldn’t stop you if I wanted to, but I don’t want you hanging out in Brooklyn. It’s a bad place for us.”
“No mom, Brooklyn isn’t bad. We can’t blame Brooklyn because of Black Ice,” Michael stated.
“Boy, you’re hard headed just like your father,” as soon as she said those words, Michael’s face tightened. One thing he hated was to be compared to his father.
“I’m nothing like him!” Michael yelled back.
“I love you, baby, but yes you are. You have too much of him in you. I can see it. Janet can see it too. You have his cold evil eyes. The devils in you, baby,” just then Rachel got up off the couch with a small bottle of holy water in her hand and she poured a few drops on her finger tips and touched his head and held it. “Devil, I repeat to leave my Son. Devil, you have no power over his body and soul. He is a child of God and belongs to him.”
“Okay mama, the devil isn’t in me. I don’t know why you always got to do this. This is the reason I don’t come home. You and Janet look at me as if I’m fucking Black Ice. I’m not him and never will be like him.” Michael yelled as he walked upstairs to his room, “Damn, this is why I barely stay here. I love the shit out of my moms and Janet, but ever since they found God it’s like I’m in the wrong. The son should not get punished for his father sins,” Michael said out loud to himself, “I made up my mind I’m moving out this week. I can’t deal with the stress.” Michael lay in his bed and pulled out his sidekick and called his girlfriend.
Envy picked up on the first ring. “Hey baby, what’s going on?” Envy asked.
“Everything baby, shit is crazy. I love my mom’s to death, but I can’t keep having her and Janet look at me as if I am like Black Ice.”
“But Michael, the whole world will always look at you as if you’re like your father. It’s up to you to prove them wrong, baby.”
“Yeah, you right baby, as always. But, I think I’m moving out this week. My mom’s still don’t know about the house my father left me,”
Michael said not telling her about the other house Black Ice had left him in Flatbush.
Michael had been with Envy for two years now. They met in school and for both of them it was love at first sight. Envy was thick in all the right spots and her fashion sense was like no other Michael had ever seen. She was always dressed to impress no matter where she was going. She matched from head to toe and had a shoe fetish.
With one look at Michael’s dark skin complexion, muscular frame, and his sexy smile, they hit it off right away.
“So, Michael you’re willing to move in that house knowing they never found your father’s body.
Are you crazy, baby?”
“Naw boo, I’m not scared or worried about it. I’m not the same boy he used to be beat and torture. I’m a man now,” Michael said as he touched his waist and felt two chrome 45 handguns that were there and smiled a devilish grin.
“I believe in you, Michael, so do what you see fit.”
“I will baby. I will.”
Chapter 4
Across town in Brownsville Brooklyn, four couples walked down the street to the twenty four hour store at lam. “I’m crazy ass drunk,” one of the women said as her man held her waist. They never even noticed a big black van following them. Four men got out and walked behind them. One of the couples man turned around, “Oh shit, that look like Black…ahhhhh,” before the man could get the name out his mouth a bullet tore the top of his head off tossing him backwards as blood flew on his girlfriend.
The three other couples turned around and all began to scream and yell as they looked at their dead friend’s brains spattered all around the concrete. They looked up to see the four men with guns aimed at them and took off running and screaming. The first shot was at one of the men in the back of his head and the bullet came out of his forehead between his eyes and bullets violently ripped and tore through the other two men’s bodies.
Body parts went flying everywhere along with blood.
“Hurry up and grab the women,” one of the gunmen ordered.
“Yes boss,” the three gunmen yelled simultaneously.
Two of the girls got grabbed really fast in a choke hold from the back. The gunmen held their mouths and pulled them into the van and threw them in. The women kicked and screamed. Trying to get away, but it went in vain.
The next two women made it around the block, “I think we got away, Tiffany,” one of them said as they both bent over out of breath. Out of nowhere a fist came crashing into Tiffany’s face sending here flying to the ground. “Tiffany!!” her friend screamed as she watched her friend lay out with blood in her mouth on the concrete.
She looked up to see a big black man with a long scar on his face and a long gun pointed at her nose, “If you try and run again, I’m going to blow off your nose then shoot out your eyes. Do you understand me?”
The woman shook her head up and down as he grabbed her by the neck and one of the gunmen picked Tiffany up off the ground and threw her on to his shoulder as the black van spun around the
block and pulled over. He tossed Tiffany in it while the man with the scar on his face dragged her friend by the neck and pushed her into the van.
Tiffany lay on the floor barely able to move.
When she opened her eyes, she was praying everything that happened was a dream. But knew it wasn’t when she saw her three friends’, Yasmin, Jesse, and Star crying.
“Good you’re ok,” Star said with tears running down her face.
“Yea, but my head is spinning. Where are we?” Tiffany asked.
“I don’t know where, except still in the van.
Those men kidnapped us and killed our boyfriends,”
Star replied causing all the women to break down crying hysterically.
“We have to stay strong,” Tiffany said to her friends to give them strength.
“No Tiff, you don’t know what I saw, or who I think I seen. That man that punched and knocked you out I think it could be Black Ice.” Star stated.
“What?” all the women said at the same time.
Everyone knew stories or heard rumors of Black Ice with the long scar on his face, no matter what age they were. Even knowing all four women were only in their early twenties.
The van stopped. “Oh shit, I’m scared, Tiff,” Star said as all four women hugged and held each other while crying.
“We must pray and stay strong. Dear God, keep us safe and protect us from this danger, in Jesus name we pray.”
“Amen,” they all said.
“God won’t protect your ass you belong to me.” The women heard a voice say then a devilish laugh as the back door of the van flew open.
They looked into the man’s eyes that were standing there. They felt as if they were looking into the devil’s eyes himself. The four women were dragged out the van and led into a warehouse. As soon as they entered, the strong smell of crack hit their noses. Tiffany, Star, Yasmin, and Jesse looked around as they were led deeper in and could see men dressed in all black with machine guns in their hands and what looked like a drug factory. Women were naked cooking crack cocaine and bagging it up into a Ziploc bag while the men stood on guard watching their every move.
“Tiffany, what they going to do with us?”
Star asked as she held Tiffany’s hand and all four of the women was pushed into a large room.
“I don’t know,” Tiffany replied. Tiffany and the other women looked around and noticed there were other women in the room that were naked and crying, their ankles were chained to the wall. There were fifteen women in all, laying down in fetal positions. Scared to speak or move as a huge, black man entered the room.
“What you want with us? Please, let us go!”
Star cried out.
Smack! The man with the scar on his face smacked her so hard she spun around and hit the floor. “I give the fucking orders here. I’ll tell you once what I want you to do and the first time you don’t listen, you’re dead. Do you fucking understand me?”
Tiffany and her friends cried some more and shook their heads up and down. A gunman entered the room with a metal tray with four glass pipes with lighters and crack cocaine chopped up on it.
The man with the scar on his face raised his gun and aimed at all four women, “Grab the pipes ladies, and stuff them with crack and smoke.”
Each of them looked at the man as if he was crazy, but nervously grabbed the crack pipes, lighters, and small pieces of crack and filled it up.
“Now, light it and inhale,” the man ordered.
“I can’t do this shit. We’re fucking drug counselors. How the hell we going to smoke crack?
Kill me, do what you want, but I refuse to do this.”
Jesse screamed with tears.
In with one swift move, the man with a scar on his face pulled out a six inch knife that curved at the tip and slit her throat. The cut on her neck opened up and her head leaned back half way off as blood gushed out. She tried to grab her wound on her neck, but it was no use blood poured everywhere.
“Ahhhhh!!” her three friends screamed in horror and rushed to help their friend. Blood gushed everywhere as Jesse’s body hit the floor.
“Hold her neck! Hold her neck!” Tiffany screamed as she and Star held their friend’s neck, but blood squirt all over them.
“Help us! Please, someone please help us!”
Star screamed.
Then with all his might the man with the scar on his face kicked her in the jaw sending her flying backwards. The other fifteen women in the room chained to the wall cried and crawled up into a ball as they watched terrified at the new women and felt their pain. “Get away from her and let her die or you be the next one,” the man yelled as he looked at Tiffany, Star, and Yasmin.
They slowly moved away from their friends body and stood up and watched her body shake and squirm around then buckle on the floor. The man with the scar on his face walked over to her body and began to saw away with his knife at her neck.
“No! No!!” the women screamed and cried as they watched him rip her head off. Her body was still moving after. He stood there looking at the women with their friend’s head in his hand that he held up by her hair. They could still see their friend’s eyes open and lips move causing them to scream louder.
“Listen, you bitches. I run this shit and what I say go. So grab those pipes and begin to smoke or you will be next.”
Tiffany, Star, and Yasmin did what he said with tears running down their faces and snot dripping from their noses. They held the lighter to the tip of the glass pipe and lit and inhaled the crack smoke. Tiffany’s head rushed as the crack filled her lungs and she felt dizzy. Her eyes opened up wide and her lips and body began to feel numb. The four women were forced to stand and smoke crack for three hours straight.
“You come with me,” the man with the scar on his face ordered as he grabbed Tiffany’s arm and pulled her out the big room dropping her friend’s head on the floor.
“Tiffany, no! Don’t leave us,” Star screamed while standing there.
“Okay, the boss left its time for us to have our fun,” one of the gunmen said as he entered the room followed by ten more men. Star and Yasmin just looked at them and fear ran through their bodies. They were higher than they ever have been in their life. A hand went around Stars neck. She tried to kick and scream, but it went in vain as the man ripped off her clothes, one man held her right leg, and another held her left leg. A man held her hands as they spread her legs. She tried to wiggle herself free knowing if she did she will hit the floor.
Star’s head spun some more from the crack she had been smoking and then she felt a huge dick penetrating her pussy, “AHHHHH!” she screamed and wiggled some more, but it was no use.
Each man had a good lock on the body part they were holding. The man pounded away in and out of Star, “Yes, oh yea, oh yea. You got some good pussy bitch,” he groaned as he pounded hard and his men began to swing Star’s body into his.
They switched taken turns holding her by the arms and feet and spreading her legs, fucking her in the air. She felt as if she wanted to pass out from the pain. As she turned her head, she could see her friend Yasmin screaming and crying for help as five men took turns raping her. As they rammed them even harder, they both passed out from the pain.
The man dragged them next to the wall and pulled out a long chain and locked their ankles to it.
Tiffany lay naked on a bed in a larger room crying. The man with the scar on his face had fucked her in a way she never thought could be done. She cried because part of her had enjoyed it and she shed tears for her friends who had been killed earlier in that night along with her friend, Jesse.
The man with the scar on his face sat on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette filled crack.
The crack filled his lungs and his mind raced.
Tiffany looked at him with fear and hate, “You!
You’re Black Ice, aren’t you?” she asked barely able to get the words out through her tears.
The man turned his head slowly an
d looked at Tiffany’s naked body then her eyes. Then touched the scar on his face as his mind flashed back to the day he got it. His wife was screaming, Noooo! Noo! As he punched her in the face and she hid up under the bed. He had lifted the mattress to see her crawling on the floor. He laughed and went to reach for her when a sharp pain he felt on his hand when he tried to grab her. His wife jumped up swinging wildly and with each swing he saw more blood, but realized it wasn’t her blood but his. He moved the arm he was using to block her blows as soon as he did he noticed something shiny and sharp in her hand, but it was too late the razor came down on his face, ripping it open to the white meat.
His face turned pink and red as blood poured out.
He grabbed his wound and his wife took off running with their son in her arms for the apartment door and down the stairs. He grabbed her just in time before she got out of the building and dragged her by her hair back into the apartment where he beat her and his son the rest of the night.
He looked at Tiffany in the eyes once more as he snapped back to reality. “Yes, I am Black Ice,” he replied sending chills through her spine as he inhaled more crack smoke from his cigarette.
Chapter 5
A week later, Michael, Jr. unpacked all his things in the brownstone house in Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn on Gates Avenue. “Are you sure you made the right decision by moving here and leaving your mother and her cousin?” Envy asked as she entered the room with a box in her arms.
Michael looked up at her with lust in his eyes. She had on a purple Christian Dior dress with studs in it and the high heels shoes to match.
Michael smiled, loving how everything she wore always matched down to her underwear. “Yes baby. I feel I did the right thing. My mother and her cousin are safe. I’ve always had a way to feel if something is wrong with my mother. I don’t know how, but it always been that way since I was a baby.
It’s been ten years and Black Ice hasn’t shown his face. He’s probably cracked out somewhere,”
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