Page 14 of Bound to a Virgo Menace (BLP Signs of Love #3)

“But when Hevyn walked into his man cave and seen all his shit and us fuckin’, he felt he had no other choice but to kill her.

It’s not funny, but she’s fast as hell. I played my part, so I accept my consequences.

You can find Ray at his parent’s old home.

You know where that is,” Honey Buns expressed and sniffled.

“Thank you for your honesty, but at the end of the day, you gotta pay.”

I pulled my dagger from my waistband. Before she could protest, I grabbed her face and cut her tongue out her mouth. Honey Buns howled like a monster, but I wasn’t done.

I removed her first two fingers on both hands just in case she wanted to get trigger happy because she’d no longer be able to talk again. Honey Buns cried while blood poured from her mouth and fingers.

“Now, you’ll live like the fuckin’ rat you are. You can thank that nigga Raymond. If I was you, I’d find my way out of here before you bleed to death or the rats get ahold of you.”

Honey Buns nodded her understanding. I cut her loose and swaggered away. Nobody in this fuckin’ world would ever play in my butterfly’s face and not pay consequences.

“Head out,” I commanded my crew.

They nodded and climbed in their cars. We all sped away, but only I would head to the spot where it all started. Minutes later, I arrived at Tyriq’s big ass house. Chill bumps covered my skin under my clothes.

It had been over ten years since I killed that nigga and his wife, and even from the grave, that nigga still fucked with me.

As if savagely murdering my mama wasn’t enough, I still had to battle with his spirit of vengeance living in his son.

If a fight to the death was what he wanted, then I’d grant him that.

I unbuckled my seat belt and mashed down on my accelerator. When I was a few feet from the front door, I tumbled out of my truck and watched as my truck crashed through the front of the house. One of the best defense methods was the element of surprise.

With my gun strapped across me, I ran around to the back of the house and broke in through the back door. My gun was aimed, and I crept through the kitchen. As I transitioned into the living room, there were young niggas that accessed the crash of my truck.

Perfect. I let my bitch clap. All three of their asses dropped faster than a raindrop. Swiftly, I aimed my gun at the stairwell when I heard a loud voice.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Raymond stood on the stairs. He looked just like Tyriq. When he saw it was me, he upped his gun and fired at me. Quickly, I jumped behind a wall. My heart beat wildly, but my ears didn’t miss how fast Raymond retreated upstairs.

I took my time and peered around the corner. When the coast was clear, I eased upstairs with my gun ready to blow that nigga’s shit back. Once I made it to the top of the stairs, the hallway was clear, but there were four rooms I had to clear.

He could be in any of those rooms, which meant I had a higher chance of being injured from a sneak attack. I couldn’t wait until I got my hands on that fuckin’ coward.

I took my time and cleared the first two rooms. When I made it to the third room, sounds came from that room, and the shadows of people moved under the doorway. Hurriedly, I shot through the door, and the shadows stopped moving.

However, the sounds didn’t stop. Something wasn’t right. The bedroom door to the last room tore open, and gunfire followed right after. A hot and painful pop hit my side, but I ate that shit.

I fired back, and that nigga dropped to the floor. Raymond winced on the floor like the bitch he was. I kicked his gun away from him and lowered mine. A devilish smirk covered my face.

“Like I tell all my opps, this is a grown man’s game. You niggas love playin’ Build-a-Gangsta until it’s time to do somethin’ gangsta. You should’ve never tried to join this world. Tryin’ to avenge yo’ pops death was noble but dumb as hell. Do you even know why I killed yo’ pops?”

“You wanted what we had, nigga. You killed my fuckin’ mama, bro. Fuck my pops. You took my mama away from me. I saw you that night. I was a teenager and watched from the stairs. You hog tied them and shot her in the back of her head. I tried to avenge her death.

“Life for my siblings and I changed after we lost her. They eventually moved on, but not me. I saw yo’ face. I never forgot because I wanted my revenge. I almost got it too. I just didn’t know how skilled you were,” Raymond voiced with venom lacing his voice.

“That’s fucked up. It really is. I’d been living in hell ever since yo’ pops came into my mama’s life and slaughtered her like she was a pig.

He beat her, drowned her, then lastly, he cut her throat.

I took yo’ mama because he took mine first. I finally found a love that replaced the love I once had with my mama, and you tried to take her away from me.

“You fucked up big time. Comin’ for me I get, but targeting my butterfly gets you a death sentence.” I raised my gun and shot him multiple times in his head.

When life left his body, I lowered my gun and grabbed onto his arm. I dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and around to the front of the house. Raymond’s lifeless body laid on the pavement. It was finally over. After this last puzzle piece, the past was done haunting me.

My body was worn out, and I wanted to go to my butterfly, but I had one more message to send. I walked over to the trunk of my truck and removed my supplies for the night. First up was my machete. I hacked at Raymond’s body until all his limbs were severed.

Once done, I grabbed my wooden stick and stabbed it in the damp grass. I grabbed his head and pierced it by placing it on the stick. Sweat trailed down my face. I wiped it away. I took my time and poured gasoline all over my truck, the front, back, inside, and the sides of their house.

I jogged back to the front and lit the end of the rag that hung from the half-filled tequila bottle. I launched that bottle and sailed through one of the top floor bedrooms. The room immediately went up in flames.

Next was my truck. I set it ablaze. Oh, I was a pro at setting fires, and I’d burn the world down for my butterfly.

Raymond’s childhood home was on fire. The whole scene was poetic.

He died the same way his pops did. The only difference this time was the fact that my butterfly was alive, and she’d be well soon. I walked away, planning my next steps.