by Jade Jones
Kaniel grabbed a handful of her plush ass he nutted deep inside her pussy. She’d consumed more Plan B pills than meals.
Pulling his dick free, he collapsed beside her. Kaniel gave her a sloppy kiss that involved more saliva than what was called for. He loved that nasty shit. “I’m finna hop in the shower,” he told her. “I gotta go fuck with my brotha real quick.” He referred to Quay as his brother, even though they were cousins.
Dana smiled. “I might join you.” She looked beat down, weary, and she’d lost a ton of weight. Her left eye had a purple ring around it from when Kaniel had to whup her ass for stealing. Dana was a full-blown addict. She’d probably sell her own daughter for an 8-ball.
Even though Dana was a thieving druggy, Kaniel couldn’t get enough of her ass. The pussy was just too good to stay away from him.
Kaniel disappeared inside the bathroom and Dana pulled out her cellphone. She scrolled through her Instagram feed. That was her only way of knowing what was happening in the real world. Dana avoided any photos of her daughter. She felt guilt whenever she looked at Destiny, almost like she’d failed her.
I may not deserve her, but Desmond’s bitch ass doesn’t either.
Hate consumed Dana after coming across a video of him and Apollo in the club last night. The video was uploaded only moments before the shooting.
Desmond blew a gust of loud in the camera. “We up in this bitch…smokin’ like.” He grabbed his $23,000 black diamond rosary. “Lookin’ like…” Dez then tipped the camera to show the purple drank in his cup. “Drinkin’ like.” He’d always been quite the exhibitionist. “Pussy niggas, hustle harder! It ain’t fuckin’ rocket science.”
Suddenly, Kaniel emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “What’s that?” he asked. He recognized the voice but it didn’t immediately click.
“Looking at this video of my arrogant ass baby daddy.”
Kaniel walked over and took a peak at her screen. The video automatically replayed.
“That’s yo’ baby daddy?” he asked in disbelief. It was a small fucking world.
“Yeah. I don’t fuck with that nigga though. He done did so much foul shit to me over the years. I’ve been faithful to this weak ass nigga for over seven years of my life,” she complained.
“You talkin’ like you hate the mufucka,” Kaniel said. He wanted to gauge her reaction to see where her head was.
“Let’s just say there’s nothing I want more than to see that nigga suffer.” Dana would never be able to forgive him for what he did. It was because of Desmond she was drugged and raped. That shit was unforgiveable. And what made it worse was that he never reached out again after that day. Not even to see if she was okay after choking her out. Dana would have her revenge; even if it was the last thing she did.
Kaniel smirked as a demented idea popped in his head. “Aye, I gotta plan.”
35
“What are you doing, daddy?” Destiny asked. Desmond and his daughter were FaceTiming as he drove to the hospital to visit Apollo.
“Driving. See?” Desmond flipped the camera so that she could see the traffic he was currently stuck in.
“When are you coming back home?”
“Soon. I just gotta few more errands to run.”
“Okayyy,” she sang.
“I’ll see you later, alright? Love you.”
“Love you too, daddy.”
Desmond disconnected the video chat and Dana called two seconds after. He started not to answer the phone since he didn’t want to be bothered. “Wassup, Dana?” His greeting was dry.
“You busy?”
“Kinda. Wus good?”
“I was hoping you could stop by and we could talk. I have some things I wanna say.”
“You still in Atlanta?” he asked, surprised.
“Yes.”
“Where you at?”
“Right now I’m staying with a girlfriend in Riverdale.”
Desmond sighed and ran a hand over his fresh cut. At one point or another, they did have to sit down and communicate. Apollo would just have to wait for a minute. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere.
“Aight. Text me the address to where you at.”
Dana’s eyes lit up. She had Desmond right where she wanted him. Kaniel stood idly by as he listened to Dez on speaker. He already had the chopper locked and loaded. When her baby daddy pulled up, he planned on ambushing that nigga.
Dana rattled off the address to the trap. She felt no remorse in her cold heart for helping orchestrate his downfall.
“See you soon, baby.”
She went to hang up but Desmond stopped her.
“Aye, Dana, I’m sorry for puttin’ my hands on you that day,” he said. “And I’m sorry for all that fucked up shit I said. I just had a lot goin’ on at the time ‘but I know that’s no excuse. Look, I ain’t tryin’ to fight with you, Dana. You Destiny’s mama, and you the first chick I ever fell in love with. I may not show it, but I respect you. You crazy as fuck half the time, but you strong. You put up with my shit for nearly a decade, and a nigga still can’t figure out how you did it,” he chuckled. “I know I been on some petty shit with the visits, and I’mma chill on that. You deserve every right to be in her life as much as I do. I had no business keepin’ you from her, and I apologize. We may not be together, and we may not be able to stand each other, but you still fam at the end of the day. I gotta lot of love for you, D, and I’mma always be there for you no matter what.”
Tears filled Dana’s eyes as she listened to his heartfelt apology. Ten minutes ago, she wanted to see him murdered, but now her sentiments had changed drastically. What the fuck am I thinking? I can’t do this shit.
“Don’t come,” Dana suddenly said.
“What?” Desmond asked, confused.
“Don’t come! It’s a set up—”
Kaniel snatched the phone and launched it at the floor. “You stupid bitch.” He grabbed his gun off the dresser and fired at her.
POP!
A single bullet tore through Dana’s midsection. Her eyes popped open in surprise. She couldn’t believe he’d actually shot her. Dana looked down at her stomach as if she needed confirmation. Dark red liquid soaked the bed sheets around her. She quickly started coughing up blood.
“All you had to do was play fuckin’ ball! Now look at yaself!”
Dana managed to smile as she struggled to breathe. “You…dumb…mufucka.” She laughed maniacally, showing off her bloodstained teeth. “I have HIV!” she cackled. An RNA test had confirmed her worst fear. It took three nurses to hold her down when she found out.
Kaniel’s entire world came crashing down around him. He thought he was tripping, but the echoes of Dana morbid laughter told him he wasn’t. He couldn’t breathe. Was she fucking with him? Was she serious?
“You drugged out, dirty pussy bitch! Fuck you!” Kaniel put the gun to Dana’s temple and blew her brains out.
36
“Dana? DANA?!” Desmond yelled into the receiver. When he heard the gunshot go off his heart stopped. What the hell was going on? Dez waited for her to come back and say something; to let him know everything was okay—but she never did.
Shit!
Desmond quickly hung up the phone and called Romeo. He instructed him to round up their niggas and meet him at the address Dana gave him.
Desmond drove with shaky hands and a rapid heart rate the entire time there. Dozens of bad thoughts plagued his mind. Had someone really harmed his baby’s mother?
Desmond arrived to the trap in Riverdale in fifteen minutes tops. As soon as he pulled up, he parked crookedly in the driveway, and hopped out. The raggedy screen door was wide open. Whoever pulled the trigger wanted him to find her.
Grabbing his tool, Desmond quickly stormed the premises in search of Dana.
The owner of the home had nodded off on the sofa. He didn’t even hear the gunfire. Saliva oozed out the corner of his lips. He was in the sky, high off some good shit stron
g enough to kill him.
Desmond ran past him and into the back bedroom. He found Dana lying naked in bed with a hole in her head. Pieces of brain matter covered the pillows and bed sheets. Her eyes were still open.
Written on the wall in her blood was the words MURDA BLOCC.
Kaniel wanted Desmond to find him. Since Dana didn’t cooperate he had no choice but to lure him in on his own.
Desmond’s knees practically gave out beneath him. The sight of Dana with a bullet in her skull was too much to bear.
“Nah, nah, nah, nah. Fuck!” he screamed. Desmond never wanted her to get hurt.
Suddenly, Romeo and a few of their men ran up behind him. They stopped in the doorway as soon as they saw Dana’s lifeless body. No one spoke, and it wasn’t because they were paying their respects. They just simply didn’t know what to say.
Desmond slowly made his way over towards her. At that moment, he regretted all of the petty fights and arguments they’d gotten into. If he had known their time together would be so short, he would’ve treated her a lot better.
Pulling Dana’s limp body into his arms, he held her tight. Desmond gently closed her eyes and looked up at Romeo with tears in his own. “We gotta make them mufuckas bleed. This shit’s personal now.”
***
After murdering Dana, Kaniel boldly returned to his hood, and waited for Desmond. He, Quay, and a few other Felons were shooting craps in front of the trap when Dez bent the block in his truck.
The moment Desmond saw the house on the corner with MURDER BLOCC spray painted on the side, he knew it was them. They were the only niggas obnoxious enough to mark up their territory like dogs.
ScHoolboy Q’s “Kamikaze” thumped through the speakers as Dez pulled up on them with the windows lowered. Kaniel heard the music pouring from the subwoofers before he saw the shiny steel of their loaded automatics.
POP!
POP!
POP!
POP!
TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT!
Desmond and Romeo unloaded on their punk asses like it was World War 3. Kaniel never told Quay about the murder so he had no idea they were coming. Caught off guard, Quay snatched his piece off his hip and fired back. After realizing that he was outmanned and outgunned, he took off running through the hood.
Kaniel emptied his clip in the trunk’s exterior before bolting inside his trap. He had a powerful AT4 Rocket Launcher tucked discreetly under his bed. If he died tonight, then he was taking Desmond and Romeo out with him.
Outside, they hopped out the truck and flocked the trap. Anyone that looked remotely gang-related got a bullet to the cranium. Desmond was on some straight homicidal shit. He’d even killed the dope head sleeping on the couch where Dana was murdered.
Ava and her henchman were the cause of his acrimony, and he wouldn’t stop until every last one of them was dead.
Romeo took off running after Quay. He wanted to get at him personally since he’d been fucking his girl. Desmond and his men went after Kaniel. There’d be a full out massacre in West Atlanta tonight.
Desmond and three of his shooters burst inside the trap, looking for Kaniel. He had just pulled his AT4 from its hiding place. All he had was one shot so he had to make it count. Beads of perspiration lined his brow, nose, and upper lip. He would blow the entire block to hell if that meant getting justice for his best friend and brother.
Somebody had to die…
All of a sudden, Desmond kicked his bedroom door open like SWAT. Kaniel went to aim the rocket launcher, but Dez shot first.
POP!
A single bullet ripped through Kaniel’s shoulder. The .50 caliber handgun practically severed his right arm. The force of the gunshot pushed him back a little, and he dropped the AT4 in the process.
Dez’s niggas immediately rushed him and commenced to beating his ass.
Kaniel’s face, chest, and midsection were met with brutal punches and kicks. If he didn’t receive a bullet to the head, surely they’d stomp him to death.
Desmond quickly bombarded his way through the beat down. “Aye, watch out. Watch out.” His boys ceased their attack after he put his gun to Kaniel’s head.
“I ain’t finna beg yo’ bitch ass. Gon ‘head, fuck nigga.” Kaniel spit out two teeth and a mouthful of blood. “Kill me, mufucka! Do it!”
Desmond’s finger rested on the trigger. He wanted to squeeze so badly that his dick was hard. Blowing Kaniel’s head off his shoulders seemed too easy though. Mothafuckas like him deserved to suffer. A swift vengeance was too good for a heartless felon. No. Desmond had something much worse in store for him. Something worse than death.
Without warning, he clocked Kaniel in the head with the gun, knocking him unconscious.
Meanwhile outside, Romeo pursued Quay like a police officer to an on-foot fugitive.
POP!
POP!
Quay released a few more uncoordinated shots before his chamber emptied. Shit! Tossing the useless weapon, he darted inside a home that wasn’t too far from the trap. The hood was gridded, and Quay knew the area like the back of his hand.
“AHHHHHH!”
The woman who lived there screamed when she saw him run in her house. She only kept her front door open because her son was out and he was too irresponsible for a key.
“What are you doing?! GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!”
Ignoring her demands, Quay sprinted to her kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife out the holder.
“I’m calling the police!” the random woman threatened.
Quay grabbed her twelve-year old daughter as soon as Romeo ran inside after him.
“Oh my Lord! Jesus, please! I’m begging you! Don’t hurt my baby!” she cried.
Romeo stopped dead in his tracks. He and Quay made eye contact. The tip of the blade poked into the side of the young girl’s neck. He was holding her hostage to protect himself.
“Nigga, I’ll kill this lil’ hoe and you know I will,” he threatened. “You want her fuckin’ blood on yo’ hands?”
Romeo stared daggers at him. Quay was the worst type of coward. He couldn’t imagine what Shay ever saw in him.
“Let her go. This ain’t got shit to do with them, bruh. Accept yo’ consequences like a fuckin’ man.”
“Fuck you!
The young girl’s mother grabbed her phone, but Quay stopped her.
“You want me to kill this bitch?! Huh? Is that what the fuck you want me to do? Put the fuckin’ phone down, bitch!”
“Please, mama, help me!” the child cried. “I don’t wanna die.” Blood trickled down her neck and dripped onto her t-shirt. Quay held the blade dangerously close to her jugular.
“The ball is in yo’ hands,” Quay told Romeo.
“Aight, just take it easy, bruh…” Romeo held his hands up in surrender.
“Put the fuckin’ gun down and walk out the door,” Quay instructed.
Romeo gritted his teeth in anger but did as he was told. The minute he reached for the doorknob, Quay tossed the sniveling child and bolted through the back of the house.
Romeo quickly grabbed his gun and went after him.
Quay was smart enough to lock himself in the bathroom. His first instinct was to climb out the window, but it was stuck.
“Shit!”
Quay looked around frantically for anything that might be of assistance. He quickly noticed something out the corner of his eye. Outside the bathroom, Romeo repeatedly ran his shoulder against the door. Like the big bad wolf, he was set on total and utter annihilation.
Snatching the shower rod from it base, Quay ran over to the window and smashed it through the glass.
KSSSSHHHHHHH!
Glass sprayed everywhere after he shattered the window. Quay wasted no time as he climbed through and ran like a bat out of hell. By the time, Romeo finally burst inside the bathroom, Quay was long gone.
37
Desmond and Romeo decided to rendezvous at Dez’s crib after everything that happened to discuss what was
next. Funeral arrangements for Dana had to be made. Plus, Desmond needed to sit his partner down and talk about his plans to retire.
Dez didn’t know how much longer he could take this shit. The blood, the death, the violence, the tragedies. It wasn’t worth losing another loved one. Desmond had made so much money while on top that he didn’t even know what all he spent it on. Now it was finally time to let the streets go. Not only for Kim, but for his sanity and peace of mind.
Romeo made it to Desmond’s crib first. A look of confusion swept across his face after seeing the black Bentley parked in his driveway. He didn’t think much of it until he noticed the front door open.
“What the fuck?”
Romeo grabbed his gun out the glove compartment, parked, and hopped out. The tags on the vehicle indicated that it was a rental. Who the hell had stopped by from out of town?
Romeo cautiously approached the home and crept inside.
Ava was in the kitchen, loading up her guns when he walked inside. She had enough artillery to wipe out an entire generation. Since the niggas on her payroll couldn’t do what she needed them to, she had to handle Desmond herself. The plan was to wait until he returned home, then light his ass up. Ava couldn’t wait to see the look on Desmond’s face as he bled out. He’d put a price on her head, but it was she who planned on coming out on top.
Ava had just loaded up an AR15 when Romeo quietly walked up behind her.
“Put the gun down…”
Ava’s heart stopped at the sound of his calm voice. Romeo cocked the Glock in his hands, and she quickly did as she was told. Kent never wanted her to go back to Atlanta because he was afraid this would happen. However, some people had to make their own mistakes in order to learn their lesson. Ava was getting a crash course as she stood there with a loaded gun to her head.
“Romeo, don’t do this. Let’s talk,” she said. It was difficult trying to get through to him when they couldn’t even make eye contact.
“Nah, I’m done talkin’.”