Page 28 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
He could be in any of those rooms, which meant I had a higher chance of being injured from a sneak attack. I couldn’t wait until I got my hands on that fuckin’ coward.
I took my time and cleared the first two rooms. When I made it to the third room, sounds came from that room, and the shadows of people moved under the doorway. Hurriedly, I shot through the door, and the shadows stopped moving.
However, the sounds didn’t stop. Something wasn’t right. The bedroom door to the last room tore open, and gunfire followed right after. A hot and painful pop hit my side, but I ate that shit.
I fired back, and that nigga dropped to the floor. Raymond winced on the floor like the bitch he was. I kicked his gun away from him and lowered mine. A devilish smirk covered my face.
“Like I tell all my opps, this is a grown man’s game. You niggas love playin’ Build-a-Gangsta until it’s time to do somethin’ gangsta. You should’ve never tried to join this world. Tryin’ to avenge yo’ pops death was noble but dumb as hell. Do you even know why I killed yo’ pops?”
“You wanted what we had, nigga. You killed my fuckin’ mama, bro. Fuck my pops. You took my mama away from me. Isaw you that night. I was a teenager and watched from the stairs. You hog tied them and shot her in the back of her head. I tried to avenge her death.
“Life for my siblings and I changed after we lost her. They eventually moved on, but not me. I saw yo’ face. I never forgot because I wanted my revenge. I almost got it too. I just didn’t know how skilled you were,” Raymond voiced with venom lacing his voice.
“That’s fucked up. It really is. I’d been living in hell ever since yo’ pops came into my mama’s life and slaughtered her like she was a pig. He beat her, drowned her, then lastly, he cut her throat. I took yo’ mama because he took mine first. I finally found a love that replaced the love I once had with my mama, and you tried to take her away from me.
“You fucked up big time. Comin’ for me I get, but targeting my butterfly gets you a death sentence.” I raised my gun and shot him multiple times in his head.
When life left his body, I lowered my gun and grabbed onto his arm. I dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and around to the front of the house. Raymond’s lifeless body laid on the pavement. It was finally over. After this last puzzle piece, the past was done haunting me.
My body was worn out, and I wanted to go to my butterfly, but I had one more message to send. I walked over to the trunk of my truck and removed my supplies for the night. First up was my machete. I hacked at Raymond’s body until all his limbs were severed.
Once done, I grabbed my wooden stick and stabbed it in the damp grass. I grabbed his head and pierced it by placing it on the stick. Sweat trailed down my face. I wiped it away. I took my time and poured gasoline all over my truck, the front, back, inside, and the sides of their house.
I jogged back to the front and lit the end of the rag that hung from the half-filled tequila bottle. I launched that bottle and sailed through one of the top floor bedrooms. The room immediately went up in flames.
Next was my truck. I set it ablaze. Oh, I was a pro at setting fires, and I’d burn the world down for my butterfly. Raymond’s childhood home was on fire. The whole scene was poetic. He died the same way his pops did. The only difference this time was the fact that my butterfly was alive, and she’d be well soon. I walked away, planning my next steps.
I sippedmy tea as I watched the news. My eyes were glued to the screen. A home was on fire a few towns over from mine. The fire that took place raged wildly. There was a mass of news reporters that covered the story.
As the female reporter reported how scary the fire was, her cameraman focused on a wooden stick behind the reporter. The image was blurred out, but according to the reporter a body was dismembered, and a man’s head was pierced by the wooden stick and staked in the grass.
I covered my mouth with my hands. Oh wow. Who in their right mind would do something like that? My mind instantly flew to Cache. Could my baby be that deranged? Was he responsible?
A deep voice filled my room, and I damn near jumped out of my skin.
“Morning, butterfly. What’s got you so scared?” Cache queried, leaning against my room door.
My eyes shifted from him to the TV then back at him. His eyes left me and flitted to the TV. Cache stared at the screen, and as if the realization of what story the reporters reported hit him, he chuckled. The man laughed. It was not a full belly laugh, but he was surely tickled.
“Cache, what’s going on? Where have you been? You had me so worried because you weren’t here when I woke up,” I expressed in a sad tone.
He pushed away from the door and set the food bag down on my table. Cache lowered the guard rail on my bed and laid next to me. He winced a bit, and my eyes flew to where he held his side.
“Wha—”
I went to bombard him with questions, but he placed his finger on my lips. He reached inside the bag and removed what looked like my favorite lip gloss brand.
Gently, he held my chin and painted my lips. I exhaled when he was done. I probably looked like I took on several mama birds, but with my favorite lip gloss on, you couldn’t tell me shit.
“Don’t worry about me. Just know you are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, butterfly. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you right away, but I had business to take care of.” He nodded his head at the TV.
“I didn’t want to assume that was you, but I had a feeling,” I admitted softly.
“There is nothing to feel bad about, beautiful. I told you I’d burn this world down for you. There was no way I’d let them get away with hurting you. That ain’t even me, and you know that.Now that you know how far I can go, are you afraid of me? Do you still want me?” Cache probed, gazing in my eyes.
A lonesome tear trailed down my face.
“You’re a sweet, kind, and thoughtful man. I could never be afraid of you, nor do I ever want to lose you. I’m so blessed to have a man like you in my life. I love you, Cache. Thank you for choosing me, protecting me, and picturing your life with me.”
