by Sa'id Salaam
As the door of the church opened, it was if nobody in the church was breathing. Mouths opened in awe as a massive six-four, two hundred ninety pounds of muscle walked in, shackled from waist to ankles, in a black suit. His braids were almost touching his chest and gold trims covering his devilish grin. His eyes were like heartless bullets spraying though the crowd, finally finding their targets; Twon and Qwon.
“Twon, it can’t be,” Qwon said, looking for the reassurance of his brother.
“Qwon, that’s our dad.”
It had been ten years since they’d seen their dad, and there he was shackled like an animal. To them, he was the most powerful and dangerous man in America. It wasn’t always like that though.
As a young boy, Tyler Scott chased behind his two brothers through the slums of the city. It was hard on Grandma Scott raising three boys alone when death lied around every corner. As the boys got older, Grandma Scott could barely keep up with their mischief. If it wasn’t one of them in trouble, it was all of them. Grandpa Scott had been killed a year after Tyler was born. The rumor was that Grandpa Scott robbed banks for a living, but the police could never prove it was him. The police caught him one night coming out of a bar and shot him down, making it look like a robbery gone bad. Grandma always told her boys, “Y’all gonna end up dead just like y’all daddy one day!” as if she were a scratched record. Soon, that song played its final tune.
“T”, short for Terell, was always a ladies’ man. He was the oldest of the three brothers and at nineteen, he seemed to have every bitch in the city chasing his slim ass. That included the wife of the city’s kingpin, Big Tony. Red was the quiet one of the brothers. He was two years younger than T and only a year older than Tyler. They constantly told T to leave Big Tony’s wife alone, the whole hood knew what was going on and it was only a matter of time before Big Tony found out. But, there was no telling T shit, and he sure wasn’t going to take the advice of his younger brothers.
One day in the projects, his luck ran out as he stood by their building trying to talk some girl out of her panties. He never heard death approaching in the form of Big Tony and his man, Slick. The girl’s eyes grew big as if she’d seen a ghost over T’s shoulder. T never got to turn around as gunfire ripped through the air. The first bullet exploded through the back of his skull, finding its way out his mouth, and barely missing the female, who was screaming. Blood and brain matter covered her face and clothes as T’s body crumpled to the ground filled with fire. Twelve more bullets found their target as T’s soul left his body. Big Tony added his final insult by pulling out his dick and pissing all over T’s body and the female he was talking to. The police covered the projects everywhere asking questions. But, when it came to Big Tony, nobody would dare say anything in fear that their family would be next. Grandma Scott took it the worst. First her husband, now her son, it was just too much for her to bear. As Grandma watched the coroner put what was left of T’s bullet filled body in a bag, she collapsed from what later they found out was a massive heart attack and died on the scene only feet away from where her dead son once lay.
Red and Tyler stood there watching as the coroner took their older brother and their mother. To some it was strange that the surviving brothers never shed a tear.
Red just turned to his little brother and said, “You know what’s gotta be done, right?”
“Yep,” Tyler responded with no hesitation. It was at that very moment they both knew Big Tony had to die.
* * * * *
Big Tony never would have thought the two young assassins had been following his every move for two days. They were waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to execute their plan. As Big Tony lay with his face deep in Peaches’ pussy, the same pussy that two days ago got T killed, it would now be the same one that he was killed in.
“You know you are what you eat,” Tyler said as he stood there with Red watching what was going on.
“What the fuck?” Big Tony said finally, coming up for air with his face dripping wet. “How the fuck did y’all get in here? Do you know what the fuck I am?” Big Tony questioned.
“Enough with the questions, we know exactly who you are. The fat bitch that just killed our brother and mother,” Tyler responded.
“Y’all brother?” Tony said as he attempted to dive for the thirty-eight revolver he had on the dresser next to the bed. He never made it; the thunderous sound of the Colt Forty-Five Red had in his hand released fire into the fat man’s ass as the bullet ripped his flesh open. Peaches lay there naked, scared that the next bullet would be hers.
“Wow, you were born with a hole in your ass, now you got two. Ain’t that some shit,” Tyler said in a joking manner while laughing at the fat man lying on the floor.
Big Tony was no longer being demanding since the boys had death written on them. He let out a faint whisper, “In the closet is a bag with well over two hundred thousand dollars and four kilos of cocaine. Just take it and leave, please, don’t kill me.”
Tyler moved to the closet and just like the fat man said, the bag was stuffed. After zipping the bag back up, Tyler turned back toward Red, who seemed to not even flinch as he held Big Tony and Peaches as gunpoint. “Looks like we’re rich, Red,” Tyler said as he threw the money bag in the middle of the floor. Red never said a word, just cracked a grin.
“You got the money, now just leave us alone,” the fat man said angrily as the pain from his gunshot wound increased with every second.
“Oh we’re gonna leave, but first, we’re gonna play a game,” Tyler said.
“What kind of game?” Tony said, stuttering the words out.
“First, Red, duct tape this fat fuck. I’m tired of hearing his mouth.”
Red wasted no time taping the fat man up and giving him a kick in his ass for good measure. As Tony lay there helpless, they turn their attention to Peaches.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Peaches said, almost in tears.
“Oh, we ain’t gonna hurt you if you do what you’re told,” Tyler said as he smiled at Peaches. “So, you like to fuck, huh, Miss Peaches?” Tyler asked her.
Peaches thought to herself, Maybe if I fuck them this will all be over. “Do what you want to me, just don’t kill me,” Peaches said in her best scared voice.
Red, not saying a word, went to work duct taping both of Peaches’ arms to the bed post. Peaches laid there with her legs open, actually turned on by what the young boys were about to do to her. Tyler climbed on the bed in between her thighs, sitting on his knees. To Peaches, it looked as if Tyler was reaching to undo his pants, and she actually was anticipating it. That was when she saw the .44 Bulldog coming out his waist line, giving her no time to move. Tyler shoved the cold steel deep in her wet pussy.
“You like to fuck, huh, bitch? Well, fuck this gun or I’m gonna kill you,” Tyler demanded in the coldest voice she had ever heard. The thought that made her so wet now left her mind as the cold steel of the gun dug deep inside her pussy. The pain filled her with each stroke, but she never stopped praying it would be over with soon. Big Tony laid there as Tyler fucked his wife with a pistol. All he could think of was how his man Slick would be returning to get him soon.
“I told you this bitch would fuck anything, Red.”
Red laughed as he left the room, thinking about what was next for their victims. Peaches begged to herself that it would be over. She finally heard Tyler say, “That’s enough,” as he pulled the gun out of her now bleeding insides.
“Please, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry,” Peaches said, pleading for her life.
“Oh, we ain’t gonna kill you,” Tyler said with a devilish grin on his face.
Before Peaches knew it, Red walked back through the door carrying something she couldn’t quite make out due to Tyler blocking her view. By the time she saw the hot iron Red held in his hand, it was inches from her face. Red pressed the iron down across the whole left side of her face. It was as if her flesh melted together, leaving her eye stuck closed perman
ently. The harder he pushed, the louder she screamed until the pain was so excruciating, she passed out. Big Tony’s screams were muffled from the duct tape as the kingpin lay helpless praying, knowing that at any moment Slick should be walking through the door. Little did Tony know, Tyler and Red were hoping the same thing.
As the keys jingled in the door, Big Tony thought his prayers were finally answered. Surely, the young boys were no match for Slick. Slick struck fear in the heart of everyone in the city. Tyler and Red simultaneously jumped into the hiding positions and lay waiting for their next victim. Tony underestimated the wits of the young boys and he was helpless to warn Slick of the trap he was walking into.
“Boss!” Slick yelled from the living room as he made his way in the house. There was no response. Slick continued to walk toward the bedroom yelling, “Boss, you in there?” Still, no response. “Well, cover up so I can grab that bag.” As he eased the door open, he wondered what that smell was in the air, not knowing that it was the smell of burnt flesh. He heard a muffled sound, causing him to look down and see his boss duct taped on the floor. “Boss, who the fuck did this?” Slick said nervously while noticing that the smell was Peaches. “Boss, are you okay?” he asked as he knelt down, pulling the tape from Big Tony’s mouth. Before Big Tony could tell Slick to watch out, the whole top of his head seemed to pop off from the 44’s blast, splashing Slick’s brains and skull all over Big Tony. Laughter filled the air as Tyler and Red stood over their prey like animals. That was when Big Tony knew he was gonna die.
* * * * *
The next morning in the projects was one that would be remembered. As the projects woke, there was a scream outside that none would soon forget. The people ran to see what was going on. To everyone’s surprise, stuck to the top of the pointy black fence rail was the head of Big Tony with what was later found out to be Slick’s dick in his mouth. As for Peaches, they didn’t worry about her talking. Red took great pleasure in re-heating the iron and sealing her lips closed with it. They say the bitch killed herself a week later. As for Big Tony and Slick’s bodies, they found them a month later in the trunk of a stolen car. Everyone in the projects knew who was responsible.
With two hundred and sixty-four thousand dollars and four kilos of cocaine, Taylor and Red wasted no time showing everybody who was in charge. Anybody that got in their way paid with their life. Within a week, the city was theirs. Even though Tyler was only fifteen, his street smarts were extraordinary. With Red killing relentlessly at his brother’s side, the King was born.
As King stood over the casket of his only love, his anger engulfed him, knowing that vengeance must be his. Little did the world know, his plan was already underway. They stopped him the first time ten years ago, but this time they’d never have a chance.
As the casket of Queen was finally lowered in the ground, Twon and Qwon threw two roses on top of their mother’s casket. When they looked up, there was their father.
“You got five minutes, Scott,” the officer said, stepping back giving them time to talk.
“Twins, it’s been a long time. I hope you’re not mad at me for not letting y’all visit, but it was for your own good.”
“We know, Pops,” Qwon replied.
“Naw, we ain’t mad. We’re just happy to see you, even though you all chained up,” Twon added.
“Boys, I ain’t got but a couple of minutes, so listen up. Did you get the key?”
“Yeah,” they said simultaneously.
“Well, once you get the package I left you, look through it and find the folded piece of paper. It should have a key and an address. Go to it and wait there till you are contacted.”
“Alright, Pops,” they said.
“Don’t look so sad, boys. We’re gonna be together real soon. I love y’all.”
“We love you, too,” replied the boys.
“I got to go now, but trust me, everything is gonna make sense to y’all real soon. Be careful and always watch y’all back. Once you leave here, there is gonna be eyes on you, following you, trying to get what the fake ass police were looking for that night they took me away. So, once you get the package I left for you, protect its contents with your life.”
Those were his last words as the guards escorted him off. In the distance, two white men in their mid-thirties were watching the whole conversation go down. They were wishing they could get closer and hoping to be able to report to the captain that they knew where King had hid the thing that would soon change the city.
The next morning, the two agents showed up at the group home Twon and Qwon were taken to. They were greeted at the front desk by Ms. Johnson.
“May I help you?” Ms. Johnson asked.
“Yes, you can. I’m Agent Reynolds and this is agent Phillips. We are with the DEA and we need to talk to Twon and Qwon Scott, please,” the scrawny man said.
“Are they in trouble?” asked Ms. Johnson.
“No, ma’am, but it’s important that we talk to them regarding their father,” Philips said.
“Oh, right this way,” Ms. Johnson said, leading them toward the twin’s room. As she opened the door, to her surprise, the twins and their stuff were gone.
* * * * *
“Damn, Twon, hurry the fuck up. It’s cold out here.”
“Fuck you, I almost got it. This fucked up crowbar and your bitchin’ ain’t making matters no better,” Twon replied as he gave the crowbar its last push, making the board that covered what used to be their kitchen pop loose. “I got it,” Twon said, catching his breath.
“About fucking time, Twon. Move aside let a pro show you how it’s done.” Qwon kicked in the back door with ease.
“Your weak ass.”
“Fuck you, Qwon.” As the boys made their way in, it was almost as if the house hadn’t changed since they moved out.
“Damn, we ain’t been here in a while,” Qwon said as they made their way into what was once their living room.
“Hell naw. It’s hard to believe this is where it all started, huh?” Twon stated in a low voice.
It was ten years ago, the twins were only six. They were enjoying all the toys they received for Christmas when there was a beating at the door.
“Who is it?” King said.
“It’s Benny,” the voice said through the door.
Benny was King’s capo and right hand man. King unlocked the door and as he turned the door knob, the door came flying in, pushing him back. Before he could say anything, he was looking down the barrel of a shot gun.
“Don’t move, King, or I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” the young, plain clothed officer said as Benny and the two other white cops came in.
“Shut the door, Benny,” the older, white guy said.
“What’s this all about, Mike?” asked King, addressing the older, white officer in a confused voice.
“Benny here has been telling me that you got big plans and you haven’t even consulted me about them. Shame on you, King. After all the stuff I do for you, this is how you repay me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” King replied.
“Well, let me tell you what I’m talking about, you piece of shit. You have the recipe to a drug that is ten times more addictive than any drug. From what Benny has been telling me, you’re gonna drop it on the white suburban areas and pull cocaine and heroin out of the hood. Who the fuck do you think you are—Robin Hood?”
“I still don’t know what you are talking about,” replied King.
“Okay, you wanna play? We are gonna search this house top to bottom, and if I don’t find what we are here for, I’m gonna kill you and your family,” said Mike.
“Benny, get the family out of here.”
“Officer, hold them at gunpoint. If they move, kill ‘em,” said Mike.
Queen and the kids didn’t know what was going on as Benny rounded them up and sat them down on the living room couch next to King. As Benny stood there, he tried his best not to look King in his eyes.
; “Benny, I can’t believe you,” King finally said before Benny walked away to help with the search.
“I can’t believe you, King. You can’t stop selling drugs in the hood. What the fuck am I gonna do then, huh? That’s why I told Mike about your plan. He can have that bullshit drug you think can change the world and with you out of the way, I’ll be the new king,” Benny replied. King sat there and never said a word as Benny walked off. As they sat on the couch, the young officer held the shot gun on them.
“How long have you known Agent Mike Fellows?” King asked in a military like voice. The young agent wouldn’t respond, but King pressed on. “He’s a dirty fucka, ain’t he?” King asked, thinking about how he met Agent Fellows.
Agent Fellows was worse than crooked, and he had connects to judges, which he found to be an advantage after King took over the city. It wasn’t long before Agent Fellows came to King with a proposition. He remembered Agent Fellows saying, “You can sell what you want so long as I get a cut and you keep it in the hood. In return, I’ll keep all heat off you. You got a problem? I’ll fix it, but if you cross me, I’ll destroy you, you understand?” King wasted no time accepting the FBI on the payroll. Who can fuck with you? the King thought as he stared down the barrel of this shot gun as the same man he made a deal with searched his fuckin’ house. Stupid fucks, they will never find it.
King never took his eyes off the young officer, watching for any chance to make a move. It finally came when the officer was distracted by a crashing sound from upstairs. He looked back, but never got a chance to turn around as the Desert Eagle came from under the couch cushion. King wasted no time squeezing the trigger, sending the bullet spiraling toward the young officer, finally slamming into the officer’s face as he dropped to the floor. It was as if the whole bottom part of his face disappeared. His body shook frantically as the young man took his last breath. Queen grabbed the twins and took them to the kitchen out of harm’s way. She dialed 911 as quickly as she could.