Page 55 of Welcome to the Table
“He came in begging and shit, and I decided to.” That was all he said.
“Who the fuck gave you permission to hire niggas in my fucking club, nigga?” I barked at him, and he didn’t say shit.
“That’s what the fuck I thought. Tie this nigga up! Can you do that?” I told him, and he got to work.
I stood and watched Grove tie his wrists to the arms of the chair, and Nino tied his ankles. This nigga was begging, and I was laughing.
“Please, man, I will tell you everything that you wanna know. Just don’t kill me. I got a family back home that depends on me, and a sick daughter who needs the money for her cancer treatments. Please, man,” he begged.
I can’t lie, the cancer shit pulled at my heart strings, but not that much for me to spare this nigga’s life. He should havethought about all that before fucking with the Guerrilla. This wasn’t about to be an easy kill. I was about to torture this nigga.
“Nigga, you weren’t thinking about your family and sick daughter when you decided to cross the fucking seas to New Orleans and fuck with my money without my permission, did you?” I asked him as I walked around his body.
Nino looked like he wanted to piss himself, and I didn’t blame him. This was his fault, and he was gonna pay for his part when I was ready.
“Who the fuck sent you?” I asked, standing in front of him.
His head fell back like he didn’t want to tell, but he didn’t have a fucking choice. He raised his head.
Whap whap whap whap
I hit that nigga closed fist left then right, breaking both his jawbones. That shit was crooked, but I knew he could still talk. Blood seeped out of his mouth as his face hung like Frankenstein. His face swelled almost instantly.
“Nigga, you got ten minutes,” Grove reminded me.
I was so into it that I forgot Jaci’s ass was in the car. I gave him a look, and he started laughing.
“It was Fanucci. He sent me to scope everything out and see if I could start distro in the club,” the bartender slurred.
That pissed me off because this was the same nigga that Melph was supposed to trust. Jealousy would have a nigga selling his soul for power and money.
“Five minutes, nigga.” Grove laughed, and I ignored him.
“Who else in my fucking club with you?” I asked him.
He shook his head, and I knew there were others.
“Thiago,” he whispered, and I was confused.
This nigga wouldn’t bust a grape in a fucking fruit fight. They would send the weakest fucking link to do their dirty work, and I found the shit funny.
Thiago was the type of nigga who was the last resort, and I didn’t mean that shit in a good way. He was scary as fuck and wouldn’t do shit unless his back was against the wall. He was the scary son, and I knew that because he was never around. This shit was deeper than having a seat at our table. They knew their family would make millions with our connections, but I knew they couldn’t be trusted. They thought because they had Melph safe that we owed them a favor, but that wasn’t how we operated.
We operated differently. Every seat at the table was for a different reason. If they were trying to take their seat, they were sadly mistaken because that’s the quickest way not to fucking get it.
“Any last words, motherfucker? And you better not beg for your life. You better say your prayers for your daughter because you ain’t leaving this bitch,” I told him as he screamed like a bitch.
I walked behind him, pulling his head back with my knife to his throat. I sliced and diced until his head was decapitated from his body, and in my hands. I had blood all over my shirt and hands.
“Fuck, man, I need another fucking shirt. I’m getting sloppy,” I said more to myself because I didn’t change into my gear that was on the table behind me.
“I got a shirt for you in my trunk from the other night,” Grove told me, and I nodded.
Blocka blocka blocka
I looked to the side of me, and Grove had blown Nino’s shit back. That nigga flew into the fucking wall like some shit off a movie. I turned the nigga’s head forward, and it was a frown.
“Even dead, this nigga ugly.” I shook my head, walked over to my walk-in freezer, and placed his head on the shelf to preserve it.
