by Niecy P
The Hearts of the Killers
Mason and Madison Story
Neicy P.
Shan Presents, LLC
The Heart of The Killers
Copyright © 2018 by Vee Bryant
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1. Mason
2. Madison
3. JoJo
4. Mason
5. Beauty
6. Mason
7. Madison
8. JoJo
9. Mason
10. Beauty
11. Joel
12. Smoke
Epilogue
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One
Mason
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, shirtless with a pair of jeans on. I didn’t know why I couldn’t get any sleep. I was tired as fuck on the flight back home from Brazil. My grandfather Callum had some work for me to do out there with my uncles. I also went with Kareem and Kyson. They were the sons of the two coldest assassins, Shadow and Reaper. They were still young, but my uncles wanted them to learn the game early. We had to take out an entire village of people. We finished the job up within two hours, which pissed Callum off. He told us that we were slow and the next time he was going to give the job to Madison. I told him good luck with that. Madison ass was on some other type of shit.
Don’t get me wrong. She had the killer instinct like all of us, but her heart was different. She was ready to give anyone a second chance by letting them live. Madison always needed details on why they needed to be killed. One time, she reached out to the target's mother and brought her to the job with her. The mother and Madison had an intervention with the dude. He left with his mother and got out of the game, but he needed his ass whipped. Dad told her that if that was the type of shit she was on, she needed to be a counselor. I agreed, but the need to kill was in her blood. It ran through our veins, and it became a necessity.
I thrived on it. I couldn’t go a day without killing someone. My mother told me that, that was how my father was before he met her. So, I didn’t understand why he didn’t want me to be an Elite. I was more than ready and had the experience. I wasn’t the suit and tie type of guy like JoJo was. I was hoping that Marley got his shit together quick so that he could take my place on the board with Jerimiah. Marley was our little brother. He was only sixteen, but the boy was lethal and young. That was a bad combination. Marley and Jerimiah were always running around town wrecking shit up when they didn’t get their way. Those muthafuckers got mad when the bouncer didn’t want to let them in Uncle Joseph strip club. The bouncer called Uncle Joseph, who then called my father. My dad sent JoJo and me down there to get them. We walked up behind them and heard those niggas talking that gangsta shit. I wasn’t going to take anything from Jerimiah and say that he wasn’t about that life, but I knew in my heart that Marley was. He was talking about killing that man people for being disrespectful. The man waved him off like he wasn’t anything. Marley's head went back like he got smacked. With the speed of our sister, Marley pulled his gun out and shot the man in his face and shifted the gun to the other security guard.
“Sey sup'm now bitch.” He said and moved closer when the man hands went up in a surrender motion. “Mi don’t hear yuh chatting dat shit now. Yuh did all mout wen yuh tink yuh did fucking wid a kid.” Marley grilled the nigga that was all teeth and joked out with the man that was laying on the ground without a face. His thick Patios came out strong. That’s how I knew that this fool was on one.
“Will you please get that nigga, Mace?” JoJo said to me while he hemmed up Jerimiah. I knew that this shit wasn’t going to be easy. Marley hated when people tried to reprimand him about anything. I approached him and mustered up all the patience that I knew that I was going to need for this confrontation.
“Marley,” I called out to him.
“Don’t cum yahso wid all a dat bullshit Mace. Dem yah niggas be out here disrespecting mi an shit like dem don’t kno mi,” he said with his finger on the trigger.
“They know who you are Marley. Calm down and put the gun away, bruh. Nobody doesn’t have time to be cleaning up your shit tonight. You out here moving all loud and shit. That is not how business is done.” I told him. Marley shook his head and shot the man anyway. He looked at me and placed his gun in the back of his pants.
“You not the only one with a cleanup crew. I will get my people out here to handle this,” he said and tried to walk off. I stepped in front of him and almost swung on his ass. That nigga had no remorse, whatsoever.
“Chill. The. Fuck. Out. Those men were doing their fucking job. You can’t be out here killing people when you don’t get your fucking way.” I told him. That nigga looked at me and gave me the same smirk I gave niggas when I wanted them to try me. I blinked my eyes and made sure that I was seeing what I was seeing. That lil nigga was calling me out. I stepped back and squared up because it was for sure that he was done talking. Marley was the type that didn’t get it when you told him something. No, you had to show his ass that you meant business. He didn’t play that shit with Mom and Madison. They would’ve taken that nigga breath away and had him scared. He would say some slick shit to Pops and get punched in the face. I thought that he liked that shit since he didn’t improve. We fought all in the street, with JoJo and Jerimiah watching. When it looked like Marley’s ass wasn’t going to give up with a swollen mouth, bloody nose, and a bruised jaw, JoJo decided to call in reinforcements. Madison got there within five minutes and jumped out her car.
“Get yo ass in this fucking car now. And I don’t want to hear shit,” she told him. That nigga stopped struggling with the hold I had him in and got up to walk to the car. Before he jumped in the back seat, he opened the driver side door for Madison. He got in the backseat and dropped his head back on the seat. Madison looked over me and shook her head. “When he gets like that, don’t feed into his shit Mace. He feeds off the pain. You didn’t do anything but gave him what he wanted. You should’ve called me when he didn’t listen.” She tried to chastise me.
“Fuck that. His ass is disrespectful and out of control. Look at the shit he did when he didn’t get his way. That nigga was asking for that beat down.” I told her.
“No, he is not, asshole. He is acting out for his big brother’s attention. I have been telling you that you need to spend more time with him. Have you realized that you are only around him on Sundays or when someone is calling you to get him? You never around just because.” She told me.
Madison has been telling me that over and over again. I have just been busy with the Stand and the Elites. I told myself that I was going to spend more time with him, and I found myself doing other shit. I pulled my phone out and called my little brother.
“What Man? I ain’t doing nothing. I am at home with Mom.” He answered on guard.
“Nah. I’m just calling to check up on you,” I said, shocking him because the other end got quiet. “Hello,” I said when he didn’t respond.
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m cooling though. What you been up to?” He asked.
“Nothing. Just got in from a job with Kareem and Kyson. We were in Brazil.” I told him. That was one thing about us. We were always honest with each other. I didn’t have a reason to lie to my sister and brother about anything. I knew that they would have my back through whatever. If they disagreed with how I was moving around lately, they spoke their opinions and dropped the shit after that.
“Damn! How was it? Mom told me that she was going to take me there for the break.” He was excited.
“Man, it’s beautiful out there. The people, culture, food, everything was great, bruh. We didn’t get to enjoy ourselves the way we wanted because we were working. But I went and spent a month down there last year, and it was popping every night. I wished I would’ve known that you wanted to go. I would’ve taken you with us last year.” I told him.
“Yeah bruh. There is a lot of things that I want to do that you don’t know about.” The excitement was gone in his voice. I felt a chill in his words and how he was taking shots at me. I didn’t know how much of an impact I had on him.
“Well, check this out. I will pick you up from school, and we can discuss these things. How about that? You down?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, I’m down. It’s just us, right. You and I.” He wanted to know.
“Yes. Just us. Make sure you got your heat on you, too. We can go to the range after our talk.” I told him.
“Aight, bet. Thanks, Mace,” he said and hung up. I tossed my phone on the other side of the bed and realized how the tension easily rolled off my body talking to my little brother. I made a promise to at least call him once a day.
“Twinnie. Oh, Twinnie. Come on Big Brother it’s your Twinnie calling you.” My phone started ringing. Madison had this grand idea to customize a ringtone for my phone. She did this when we were nine. Thirteen years later and I still had it as my ringtone. It always put a smile on my face each time she called me. When I was having down days, she felt that shit and called me. She wasn’t looking for me to answer it. Madison would let the phone ring and ring so that I can hear her voice and then leave me a voicemail telling me that everything was going to be okay. That was the connection we had with each other since we were little. And I am happy to say that nothing has changed that. She was still my best friend, my ride or die, my better half and everything else. She was my all.
I picked up the phone before it sent her to voicemail. “What’s up, Sis?” I answered.
“Aww, nothing. I told everyone that you were running late because you had to stop and get something for me. Where you at?” she asked. I was confused by her question, but I knew that she was trying to tell me something.
“Yeah, I’m ten minutes away. They had a line,” I answered.
“Ok cool. Park in the back, next to my car and put that in there for me. I don’t want Dad to see what it is. You know how nosey his ass gets when we try to surprise him with anything. Oh, and Tick said he took the blowtorch from the warehouse and brought it here,” she said. I jumped up and grabbed the first shirt I saw.
“Aight. I’ll see you soon,” I told her, after hearing what I needed. She was letting me know that they were at the Center. I forgot all about that fucking meeting. What was worse about it was my father and the rest of my uncles was going to be there. My apartment was above a warehouse that my father put in my name when I was young. He told me that I was going to want to have my own space one day, and he wasn’t lying. I had an ample living space that held a pool table, Jacuzzi, table tennis, and a considerable size poker table for the men in my family when they wanted to come over and lose their money.
My three bedrooms were upstairs and reserved for my sister and brother, only. We had three bathrooms and kitchen that only my mother or the chef Ms. Judy was allowed to cook in. I ran to the freight elevator and pressed down to get to my transportations. I texted Madison and told her that I was more than ten minutes away. When the doors opened, I ran to my Ecosse ES1 Superbike and jumped on it. After securing my helmet and weapon, I peeled out and headed to the Center.
I forgot what this shit was about. I hoped that I wasn’t asked any questions. I was quick on my feet, but Pops looks for specifics and shit. I was straight to the point.
I killed him.
He dead. Boom.
Nothing more. Nothing less. They didn’t have to know how I felt when I did it or how I prepared myself for the kill. He already knew how I was feeling about all this shit anyway. It bothered me more because he was forcing this shit on me. JoJo told me that if my heart wasn’t in it, shit wasn’t going to go right for me. He said that he would do all he has to do not to involve me in anything. But, when he showed up to the meeting, and he’s there with Tick or Cruz, it looked bad on our end, especially, if they were told that I was going to be there. Calls would be made, and I would get my ass chewed out. Madison would step in from time to time and receive the respect that she earned. Like me, she didn’t want anything to do with that side of the business either. We liked the fact that we were able to do what we want, out of the spotlight. No one knew my mother’s real identity until we were threatened.
My uncles, Shadow and Reaper, identities were released when they joined the Davis Organization too. I wanted to stay under the radar. I wanted to walk up the street without being noticed. That was impossible to do when I worked with JoJo. This nigga wanted to be the face of the community and do illegal shit. I told him over and over how he was a walking contradiction. He shook his head and told me that was the way things were. I didn’t understand that shit and didn’t want him to explain it to me any further.
I pulled in the back of the Center next to Madison’s red Beamer. She kept her car clean, in and out. No one was able to eat or drink in that bitch. Mom dropped a fry in Madison’s car, and you would have thought Mom pissed in her shit. Madison took her car to the shop and got all the seats pulled out along with the carpet that was in there. They replaced everything because of one fry. My mother told her that she overreacted and will never ride with her again. Madison didn’t argue with her. She felt that Mom was one less person that she had to worry about fucking up her shit.
I hopped off my bike and passed my helmet to Juice. He was a dude that I met in Jamaica. I saved his sister a few years ago from sex trafficking. I met up with his parents, Candice and Barkley Gordon, he saw how I operated and wanted to be a part of the organization. I talked to JoJo, and the rest of my uncles and they gave me the okay to let him in. We had him as one of the guards for right now. If he kept up with his shit, he was going to move up in rank with the fam permission. Madison didn’t feel like he deserved shit because of her ill feelings for him. She couldn’t explain it and didn’t need to. Whenever she lost the feeling, then and only then it would be addressed. But for now, he was going to stay a guard.
“Wah, it duh Mace?” He greeted.
“Nuttin. Late fi dis meeting. Nuh guh aniweh though. Mi get sup’m mi need yuh to duh fi mi.” I told him. He nodded his head and opened the door for me. I walked through the hallways, listening to the voices that were coming from the main room.
Shit.
I thought when I heard my Papa's voice. I hoped his ass didn’t tell them why I was late. I opened the door, and all eyes were on me.
“Son,” Pops greeted first. I gave him a head nod and walked to my seat next to JoJo and Madison. JoJo was looking everywhere but in my direction. Madison’s wild curls covered her face, so I couldn’t tell what they were talking about. But she didn’t let me down though.
“So, as you were saying, the shipment on twenty-six has been short three times,” she continued with the conversation. Pops glared at her and shook his head.
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�Madison, I told you not to speak when your brother arrived. Did I not?” he asked her. Madison brushed her curls back from her face. Her beautiful light brown eyes went up to my father, in her infamous puppy dog style.
“Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t know you meant right away,” she said to him. My uncles tried to hold their smiles in, but they couldn’t resist that look. As hard as he tried, Pops couldn’t hold the straight face. His scowl changed to a smile.
“You knew what I meant baby girl,” he told her. She shrugged her shoulders and pouted.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she apologized again, sounding like the little girl that he used to carry on his back.
“I know what you are trying to do, Madison. But you and JoJo can’t keep covering for Mason like that. He needs to know that he fucked up and being late isn’t something he should get used to being. He has to learn to take his lick without you putting cushions on his ass.” Pops told her while looking at me. I didn’t want to hear that shit. I hated when they talked about me like I wasn’t in the room.
“Look, I understand alright. It won’t happen again. You don’t have to talk around me like I ain’t here.” I knew my attitude was probably going to get my jaw rocked, but I hated that shit.
“Nigga, you ain’t here. You’re never here. Your mind is somewhere else right now, and if Madison didn’t call you, you'd still be somewhere with Kareem and Kyson. You gotta do better, Mason.” My father clapped back at me. This was not his first time telling me this shit. He might as well record it because it wasn’t going to be his last. I nodded my head and got down to business.