Page 50 of He Thugged Me First

I nodded my head before I ran out to my car.

Once I got to my car, I pulled the taser from under my seat before returning.

When I walked in they were both looking at me, before I walked over to buddy against the wall and turned it on.

I had experience in this shit, the best way to wake a motherfucker up from a deep sleep was to shock the senses.

Seconds later the electric prone made contact with his skin and his body jerked like he was doing the Harlem shake.

He was still unconscious, so I pushed the taser into the same spot and held it there a little longer.

Once I removed it, I just looked at him before stepping back.

It was definitely delayed, but seconds later his eyes popped open and he screamed out in pain.

Yeah, I had his ass there because after his eyes scanned myself, Mazz and Kasair his eyes landed on his dirty ass sister across from him.

The difference for him was that he wasn’t tied up or anything.

As if the same thought hit his brain his eyes began to dart.

“Nope, you stay ya big ass right there unless you wanna play catch with this bullet.” Kasair’s voice filled the area.

Seconds later the sound of water splashing made me glance in the direction of old girl. Mazzier had thrown a bucket of what I knew for sure was rain water on her. Her peaceful sleep was over and she was now coughing and acting like she was drowning.

“Bitch yeen drowning, cool out and stop coughing.” Kasair called out with his gun still aimed at old boy.

I clapped my hands and they both looked my way. “Now we can get a motherfucking conversation started. So this is how this is about to go. For every time that I ask one of y’all a question and you or the other don’t answer, I’m gonna send a slug. Feel me?”

“I swear if yeen have that gun, I’d be?—”

“You’d what?” Within a second, I sent a shot through his left shoulder. It slung him back against the bricks as he clutched his shoulder screaming out in pain. “So since he wanted to catch the first one, you speak Joy. Where’s ya pops?”

She swallowed hard and refused to look at me. Instead she kept her eyes trained on her brother.

“Fine, he can take another one.” I pulled the trigger hitting him in his other shoulder this time. He didn’t even have enough energy to scream out, he just opened his mouth wide as fuck.

“Look, I’d tell this loony motherfucker what he needs to know.” Mazzier’s voice filled the room.

She didn’t even move, instead she looked at Mazzier, but her brother spoke.

“This what you do because I took yo bitch? Have ya nigga kidnap me? I might as well have tested the pussy.” He laughed but you could still see the pain in his demeanor.

I wasn’t even able to speak, Mazzier walked over and rocked the man with a two piece so lethal he had to be swallowing his teeth. He would’ve kept going, but Kasair pulled him back.

I shook my head, this would get me nowhere so I had to change my game. I walked over to where Joy sat and I planted my gun at her temple, and my eyes on her brother.

“You have about five seconds to gimme an address or Imma blow this ho’s brains out and sit her on yo fucking lap so you can cradle her dead ass.” I curled my top lip. “You tell me how you wanna end this.”

“Damn that’s some deep shit.” I heard Kasair whisper.

“Don’t tell him any?—”

“What do you wanna know?” He gritted with bloody spit leaking from his lips.

“Where are the remaining two family members?” Mazzier asked.

“Kevo’s Lot, it’s a car lot off Polk and Pulaski.”

I nodded my head and sent a bullet through shorty’s temple.

It didn’t matter if he was gonna tell me anything or not.

I planned on killing her from the beginning, I didn’t play that leaving people behind shit.

Seconds later another gunshot sound filled the room.

I glanced over at Sosa and he was slumped over with a gunshot wound to the forehead.

I cut my eyes over at Kasair who was holding the smoking gun and I narrowed my eyes.

“What, you think you’re the only motherfucker who can have some fun?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

I shook my head.

“Now, how do you know he told you the truth?” Mazzier asked.

I laughed, pulling my phone out and texting the code word for a cleanup crew. “Because that nigga had nothing but fear in his eyes. Now do y’all wanna take a piss break or finish this shit so I can go home without any stress from you motherfuckers.”

It didn’t take long for us to get to the old rundown car dealership, especially because I did like forty-five the entire way.

I made sure to stuff old boy and his sister in the trunk and leave it on the outside of the warehouse before we left.

Pete was good at what he did, so I made sure to have it already for him.

I had already poured the industrial bleach that I kept in my trunk in the spots where the blood was.

Call me tedious, but I still wanted to make sure I covered some of the points even though a cleanup crew was in route.

Once I parked the car at the corner of the block, we crept down the alley in the direction of the dealership.

The good thing about this neighborhood was the fact that gunshots weren’t anything new.

Nobody would squeal or dial that three digits if they heard some.

Instead they would mind their fucking business.

Seconds later we walked in the door of the Car dealership trailer and it had to be Christmas. Both of the niggas from the picture Mazzier showed us were sitting on the sofa. It looked like they were having a staff meeting but that shit was over the moment, they saw us.

Kasair proceeded to check the rest of the trailer before he walked back toward where we stood. I stepped back and watched Mazzier, this nigga looked like he was in rare form and for the first time I saw him up some heat. This shit was bound to be good.

Mazzier

The moment I locked eyes with this nigga who was supposed to be Miles, I wanted to knock his fucking face off, but I held my composure.

“Quick question before my boy gets his shit off. This one is for the old dude, why attempt to put out a contract on me, fuck I do to you?”

The old man coughed, before he pried his eyes from Mazzier and looked at me.

“Before I went in, I moved sort of like him. I had the killers at my side and niggas ready to go, but I fucked up. I went in and the game along with the streets kept it moving. Now, I want it all back. I want my space, young blood. So I had to take out the killer at his side.” He shrugged.

Before I could respond, Quari did.

“Yeen getting shit, old school. You couldn’t even give a motherfucker a quarter mil, you had ya lil homie come at me for chump change. You can’t afford to take a space or knock me off.” Quari spat.

I found myself laughing. “You did all this for what? Got ya kids killed for the very fucking streets that spit your ass out.”

“Wh…what?” Miles finally found his voice.

Before I knew it, I slammed my pistol into his face.

I was trying to bash his head in. “That’s for playing those punk ass games with my sister.

” Something in me couldn’t stop, I wanted to feel him die at my hands.

Before I could feel that, Kasair’s voice filled my eardrums. I stopped and I pulled back looking at him.

“I deserved to know her, both of my sisters. You can’t have everything. You already got to know her.” He yelled in a voice filled with emotion.

“Who?” I asked, confused.

“Our mother.” He pointed his finger at me.

Another laugh escaped my lips. “You mean the crackhead who put me through hell? The bitch who left me to raise her kids because she couldn’t get it together.

If that’s ya beef with me then you definitely chose a fucked-up reason to lose your life.

” I didn’t even give him a chance to respond, I aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

“And you, old man. You can’t even afford the spot you want, so gimme one reason I shouldn’t make your old ass walk this fucking earth in pain knowing that you’re the reason not one but all of your kids are dead. ”

He looked at his dead son, before back at me. “Because I am your father too and no matter what you do, I’ll always come for my spot.”

Kasair’s laughter filled the room. “Aww shit he’s on that Luke Skywalker shit.”

It took everything in me to keep a straight face in that moment, but I did. Instead I focused on the old man. “Too bad, tell my other siblings I said what’s good when you get there. I aimed and popped his ass too.

I don’t know how I got home, but by the time I realized it I was walking through the door and stalking toward the washroom.

I was drained and depleted of all energy.

Days like today reminded me of why I left the streets, nothing was easy and the streets definitely weren’t.

I knew for sure I wouldn’t miss the flushed storylines or ideals as to why people deserved where I worked my ass off to get.

I wouldn’t miss it because I had too many times almost lost my life and had my livelihood threatened.

I stood under the water of my massive shower allowing the water to cascade down my being.

With each drop of water that went down the drain, there was a problem.

I allowed my frustrations to exit my soul through the water.

The sound of the door opening and the rush of cool air caused me to open my eyes and look toward the door.

There she stood, naked as the day she was born, peering at me with concern in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, stepping into the shower and closing the door behind her.

“I killed my father and brother today.” I uttered the words as she stepped in front of me.

She was quiet for a few seconds. “Cause.”

“They were a threat.” There was so much more but that was all I was willing to tell her right now. I slid down the granite wall, sitting in the corner of the shower.

“You’re protective by nature, Mazzier. You don’t set out to hurt people or things unless it poses some type of threat. None of us can effectively play god, but you did what you had to do.” She straddled me and wrapped her hands around my neck.

“Bu—”

“No but. You’re leaving that life behind right? Things wouldn’t be over if you didn’t have to do what you had to do. Sometimes we’re forced to go out with a bang.” She kissed my face in various places before looking me in my eyes and pressing her soft inviting lips against mine.

When we separated, I just looked at her. “I love you.” The words slid out of my mouth like diarrhea on a full stomach. The thing is, I meant it. What I had with Gayze was the future and the rest of my life, whereas what I had just dealt with was the past. I accepted it.