Page 23 of Suleem and Yahzi
Before he could finish his sentence, my fist crashed into his face. He stumbled back but I punched his ass again and he fell back, landing hard on the concrete floor.
I removed my gun and had it in his mouth before he could react.
“The fuck I need to be mad about that for? A bitch made nigga like you with my girl don’t intimidate me. What I don’t like is that she had to call me to deal with you. I’m grateful because that meant she was tired of rubbing pussies with you, but if she hit my line to come get her, that meant that she felt threatened. That is what the fuck I’m mad about.”
His eyes narrowed and his damn lips quivered around the barrel of my gun but at least he wasn’t crying or begging.
“She…” I shoved my gun deeper into his mouth and he gagged.
“She what, nigga? ’ Cause your time’s up, but if you say some disrespectful shit, your exit is going to be long and painful. Choice is yours?”
He blinked then narrowed his eyes more. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”
I removed my gun from his mouth and stepped back. “Now I’m a fair nigga so I’mma give you a chance. Stand yo’ bitch ass up.”
“Hold up, are we not gonna address the fact that Bank just said old boy was rubbing pussies with his girl? He literally just labeled this nigga a bitch. Can we just sit there for a minute?” one of KT’s guys said after he laughed. KT and Kassir laughed too then looked at Dexter.
“What you gon’ do, Bank? You done already fucked his face up. We know he don’t have no hands.” KT chuckled from where he was sitting on the metal folding table blazing some strong shit.
“Nah, my hands against his damn sure ain’t fair. Somebody give that nigga a gun.”
“Bruh…” Kassir chuckled, shaking his head. He had seen me do this before plenty of times. I was gonna let him try to shoot me. He wouldn’t. My aim was deadly, precise as hell, and my trigger work was quick.
“You serious?”
Kassir grinned and nodded. “Yeah, he’s serious.”
KT motioned to one of his guys to hand over his gun. I held my arms out to my sides and waited as he dropped the clip then pushed it back in. He approached Dexter and extended it to him. He frowned and looked around but didn’t move.
“Take that shit. I’m not gon’ shoot you until you have a chance to fire one at me.” He frowned harder then I saw it. The split second where he thought he had a chance. My ego kicked in and I smiled.
Wasn’t a chance in hell he would shoot me before I dropped him. If I slipped, Kassir would have one in his dome. This was my shit. I loved the rush, reckless as fuck but I wasn’t worried. I also knew this would be my last time chancing my life like this.
He reached for the gun and extended his arms out to his sides mirroring my stance. Out of the corner of my eye I saw KT tilt his head and expel a cloud of smoke from his lit blunt.
“How the hell is this supposed to work? You need a countdown or some shit?” His tone was light and I almost fucking laughed.
“Nah, this nigga sees everything. The minute that muthafucker so much as breathes too hard, Bank is gonna drop him,” Kassir said, amused as hell before he looked right at Dexter. “Try your luck when you’re ready to die, muthafucker.”
Dexter’s jaw locked and his finger twitched seconds before his shoulders tensed. Before he could completely lift his arm, I had mine extended, my hand turning to the side and a bullet leaving the barrel of my gun. He dropped but the gun he was holding fired a wild shot when he squeezed the trigger, which had one of KT’s guys ducking.
“The fuck…” he yelled and KT grinned, shaking his head.
“Yo’, you’re wild for that.”
“He’s a fucking lunatic for that shit.” Kassir smirked.
“I know you’re not talking. Didn’t I hear you made a muthafucker clean your gun, assemble that shit, then load the clip just so you could shoot him. Both of y’all are missing some very important pieces up here.” KT tapped his temple and Kassir shrugged.
“We good on this?” I pointed to ol’ boy and KT nodded. “Yeah we’re good. City wants to end this shit we’re in so he offered ol’ boy up. You won’t see any heat coming your way. We good on the keys?”
“Yeah, we’re good, I already hit him up. He’ll be reaching out in a few days.”
The Lords had a problem with their connect so Kassir was hooking KT up with ours. Even trade on both sides. I ended a personal problem of mine and gave them a solution to one of theirs.
“Aight bet. ’Preciate that.”
“Ay, y’all, handle that body. I got some shit to take care of.” KT hopped off the table and his guys got to work handling Dexter. “We’re gon’ drop his ass in some acid and be done with it.”
