Page 94 of He Thugged Me First

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 longfor 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.

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