“Ahhhh! You bitch-ass motherfucka! Ahhh shit! Fuck you!” he screamed and cried.
“You should have stayed yo’ ass in Memphis and left me the fuck alone. Now you about to go back in a fucking box!” I sneered, pulling out my Swiss Army knife and slicing both his cheeks. “Tell me where that bitch Nico is hiding.”
“Fuck you! Puss’-ass bitch!”
I put the knife to his neck, pricking his skin while looking into his eyes.
“I’m trying really hard to spare ya life, but if you keep trying to stand behind that nigga, you gon’ lose a limb every time you don’t give me his location.”
“Fuck you, retarded-ass nigga! He found out Nichelle tipped you to us coming and off’d that stupid bitch. You ain’t gon’ never find that nigga. He went off the grid.”
Somehow, hearing that he did something to Nichelle did something to me. Even though she did me dirty, I’d never wish death on her. I didn’t believe his bum ass would take a new mother from her baby. That nigga was too scared to come here and handle his business with me, so I didn’t want to believe he would do shit to Nich.
“And you ’bout to go off the grid with his ass.” I lowered the table until it hit the ground, just as Ruger, Jaxson, and Slick walked through the door.
“Damn, homie. You look like you pissed Freddy Krueger the fuck off!” Slick yelled while Ruger and Jaxson chuckled.
“We found him,” Ruger confirmed, letting me know they had Nico. “They’re about twenty minutes out.”
“Good. Make sure they bring his ass to me.”
“What you got planned for this sucka-ass nigga?” Jax asked.
“Watch and see.”
“Come on, man! I ain’t have shit to do with yo’ bitch fucking that nigga and having his baby! We wasn’t even coming here on that shit. He just told us to grab you up and bring you back to him!” Jeremy screamed.
“I didn’t fuck with you in Memphis. What gave you the notion that I wouldn’t skin yo’ ass alive for coming for me? You let that nigga lead you to your grave, and for what? Stripes? A promise to give you a higher position or some shit?”
“Nah, motherfucka. I did it because I ain’t never like yo’ ass. Always watching what the fuck I’m doing and giving my bitch a job when I told her ass not to work. You was a sneaky-ass nigga, and I never trusted yo’ ass.”
I chuckled menacingly. “Then you should have done something about it. Now it’s too late.” I walked over to the wall and hit a switch, and the bike I had on the hoist descended from the ceiling.
“Oh, he ’bout to do you dirty. Show ’em why we call you Gruesome, my nigga,” Jax said while the three of them sat at the table like they were watching a damn movie. I turned the key, and the bike came alive. Jeremy screamed before I could even start my torture on his ass.
He yanked at the chains that held him hostage, but he and that table were locked the fuck in. I hadn’t killed a motherfucka in a long time, and tonight gave me the best nostalgia.
“Don’t you do that shit! Let me the fuck go! P-please! Don’t do this shit!” Jeremy yelled.
“Don’t beg now, motherfucka. Say ya last prayer, and you better hope you get through them pearly gates.” I grabbed the throttle and revved the engine. The back tire spun fast against his face, silencing his screams and sending blood, brain matter, and bones flying everywhere.
When there was nothing left but the sides of his mangled head, I turned off the bike and admired my work.
“Well, damn,” Slick said. “Too bad he can’t make it to part two.” They all laughed at Slick’s dumb-ass joke while I prepared forpart twoof my killing spree.
I went back to the wall, hit another button, and the wall opened. I walked over, pulling out another table that had an electric saw attached to it.
“No need. This is the beginning of the end,” I said, repeating what Ros said to me. She just didn’t know how true that statement was for these niggas.
Hearing the door open with some commotion, I looked ahead to see the crew bringing in three people, the one I wanted being led in first.
His eyes came to me as soon as Chase lifted the sackcloth and twisted up in anger. A menacing leer adorned my face while he fought against them.
“Look at this ol’Dancing With the Starsass nigga!” Slick exclaimed.
“I see you providing the jokes tonight, huh?” I asked, looking over at Slick.
“Fuck yeah! This shit is entertaining. Tag me when you need me. Otherwise, I’ma enjoy the show.”