Page 80 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Get out of my business,” Jack yells.

“Fucker, start walking,” I growl.

“What the fuck,” Jack says.

We walk down the hall to the only bedroom. Ice has the other man on his knees.

“Fuckers get on your knees,” I yell, pressing my gun in his back.

The bastard falls onto his knees, and I shoot him in the leg. I shoot the other fucker in the leg. They start crying, falling onto their side, holding their injured leg.

I look over at the bed, and there’s a young girl tied up and naked. She seems alive, but she’s not awake.

“Motherfuckers! You’re the fucking lowest of the lowest filth of humankind,” I yell. “You’re fucking dead!”

I shoot the fucker between his eyes, and Ice shoots the other fucker.

“Motherfuckers, rot in hell,” I yell.

“We need to call for clean up,” Ice says, walking over to the bed and pulling the sheet to cover up the girl.

I pull out my cell and run my fingers over the screen.

The cell rings, and Prez picks up on the second ring.

“Prez, we need clean up,” I say, staring at the motherfucker’s dead eyes.

I wish I had made him suffer before killing him, but I had no time for that.

“What the fuck happened,” Prez growls.

“I killed the two fuckers that were abusing kids! I couldn’t allow the fucker to continue breathing. The kids are in fucking dog pens. Prez, I had to do it,” I say, looking at Ice.

“Fuck! I’ll send the cleaners, but I’m calling the po-po on payroll. The sergeant will take care of the kids,” Prez growls.

“Okay, make sure to tell the po-po to give us the addresses of where the kids end up. I don’t want them to be put in another abusive situation ever again,” I say, fisting my hands.

“Stay there until the po-po gets there, but it will be after I have the cleaners come and do their job. We don’t want the fucker to have any evidence,” Prez says.

“Thanks.”

“Brothers, Prez is sending the cleaners, but we need to wait until they’re done and the po-po gets here. I want to ensure that these kids will be taken care of,” I say, looking at the kids.

“I think that we should leave them as they are so the po-po can see what the fuckers did to them,” Ice growls.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say, crossing my arms.

*****

It’s about fucking time that the po-po gets here. I recognize the fucker, Seargent Miser. Motherfucker, he never did anything when he showed up when I was a kid. I wonder if he remembers me.

I stand in the middle of the living room, looking at the po-po.

“What the fuck is this,” Seargent Miser yells, resting his hands on his waist.

“These children were being abused! Now, make sure that they’re taken care of. Get them back home,” I growl, lowering my eyelids.

“Fuck! Where are the fuckers,” Miser asks, looking at me.