“Yeah, we can always count on Grue to get us some action!” Slick exclaimed as everyone laughed.
“Let’s go shake their fuckin’ boots, my nigga,” Jax said.
I looked at him and said, “Indeed.”
“Rebels, let’s roll!” Ruger yelled.
I pulled my helmet down, turned up “Aktivated” by Sada Baby, and we all sped out of the warehouse.
It took us twenty minutes to get to the industrial block in Highland Park. We parked at the far end of the block, a few buildings away from where they were, and waited. According to our lookouts, they were set to ride on us in the next ten minutes. We killed the engines on our bikes, keeping it quiet until they decided to emerge.
My heartbeat sped up and adrenaline surged. Even though I took my meds today, that burning feeling still heated my skin as soon as I heard the engines of their motorcycles. As soon as the first bike came out, I smiled menacingly at what I was about to do to these niggas.
“It’s showtime,” I said through the headset. We all started our engines and sped down the alleyway to cut them off. As soon as I saw the first bike, I stuck my foot out and kicked him hard. He and his bike swerved hard, and he flew into the light pole. That alerted the other members of their crew, and they sped up, trying to get away from us.
To no avail.
I sped up alongside them with Jax and Henny on my left, Ruger and Slick on my right, and the other MCR membersbehind us. When we got close enough, I pulled out my Desert Eagle and sent a shot to the back of one of their heads. He went down, and I kept shooting, using them as target practice.
“Surround ’em!” I heard Ruger. The crew sped up, trying to surround them, but they sent bullets our way, prompting us to fall back.
“Dirk! Fall back!” I yelled at one of our members when I saw one of the Flo Ridaz aiming a gun at him. Dirk merged down a block just before the nigga sent bullets his way.
That shit pissed me off.
“These niggas think they gon’ come to our city and fuck shit up?” I was seething as I sped up on the nigga that shot at Dirk, then pulled on the side of him and sent a bullet through the front of his helmet. He dropped on impact, and I kept going until I was on to the next nigga. Holding my bike steady with one hand, I extended the other, grabbing him by his vest and yanking him off his little Ducati.
I kept a firm grip on his vest, dragging him against the pavement. I could hear his screams and felt an immediate satisfaction that he was in pain.
“Primo, you, Draco, and Villain, hit Pontchartrain. Tip, Slick, and Soul, y’all go through Palmer Park to cut them bitches off!” Ruger said through the headset. I saw them trying to split up, but the Rebels were on their asses. The one I was gunning for was leading the pack and was none other than Jeremy’s fuck ass. I recognized his bike from anywhere. He always made it his business to try to stunt on me with the flip-flop orange-and-gold paint and chrome piping.
I became laser-focused on his ass alone as more gunshots could be heard. I could see him signaling to one of his members to go around the parkway, but before his crew member could get away, Ruger came from the left, putting a bullet into his head.
The streets were full of pandemonium and chaos. Jeremy hit a quick right, and I spun my bike around, following him.
“Grue!”
I heard Jaxson yell in my ear, but I was too focused on getting to the pussy nigga who thought it was smart to come for me. We raced down McNichols until he hit another right, going down Pilgrim. I smiled on the inside because up ahead was a dead end.
“Yeah, ho-ass nigga.” The dead end was approaching, and I pulled alongside him, kicking him off his bike. When I saw him go down, I hurried and stopped my bike, turning back around to go back to where he lay on the ground, groaning.
I stopped my bike and got off, hurrying over to him.
“Motherfucka!” he yelled out, holding his shoulder. “You broke my shit!”
“I’m about to break more than that, bitch.” I took my boot and kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold. I took out my phone and called John, who was on standby with the getaway van, and told him where to meet me. He pulled up ten minutes later, tied Jeremy up, and tossed him in the back of the van.
“Take his ass to the warehouse,” I told him.
“You got it,” John replied, hopping back in the van and speeding off.
It was only a matter of time before Nico’s ass would be mine.
Back at the warehouse, Jeremy lay tied to the wooden table in the back room. I sat in the corner in a chair, waiting for his fuck ass to come to so I could find out Nico’s whereabouts. I knew hewas still in Memphis because Chase and Omar said they lost him over the past few days.
Ruger had informed me an hour ago that they had executed the remaining Flo Ridaz and had our clean-up crew sweeping up the dead bodies from the streets.
My patience had run thin as I waited for his ass to wake up. I grabbed the sledgehammer, lifted it, and swung it as hard as I could at his ankle. The screams that filled the room got me excited as I repeated the process on his other ankle.