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CHAPTER ONE

Are you alright? Eureka inquired.

She—she took—she took my safe. Fear uttered, still harboring a faraway look. That was all of the money that I had in the world! his eyes became glassy and his top lip twitched as he gritted his teeth. "It’s all—it’s all fucking gone!"

Fear? She slowly approached him, taking cautious steps in his direction.

Hearing her voice snapped his attention in her direction. He was coherent now. He pointed his banger at her and her hands shot up in the air. Her heart quickened. She was scared.

Fear’s eyes glinted with madness. He was gritting his teeth so hard his top lip trembled. Y’all set me up! He grumbled, motioning the gun between her and Anton.

Fuck are you talking about? Anton asked.

We didn’t set chu up! Eureka frowned. Fear, I swear to God we didn’t know that this was going to happen. You gotta believe us.

Fuck y’all! Both of y’all! Fear shouted. His eyebrows arched and his nose wrinkled. I ain’t gotta believe shit. You die now!

Baby, we didn’t set chu up, Eureka spoke sincerely. Think about it. Wouldn’t it have been better for us to leave you laid face down back up in the mountains, then shoot back here to get the safe so that we wouldn’t have to worry about a situation like this?

The killer held his gun on the siblings as he milled it over inside of his head. After rationalizing what she’d said, he let the hand holding his gun fall to his side. He stepped backwards and plopped down on the steps. He rested his banger in his lap and ran a hand down his face, trying to calm himself. Eureka sat down beside him. She wrapped her arms around him and placed his head against her chest. He closed his eyes and tried to wrap his head around what the hell just happened to him.

Fear shook his head. What am I gonna do?

Eureka lay her head against his shoulder and hooked her arm around his, caressing his hand with hers. What the fuck am I gonna do? He thought about the life savings Giselle had taken him for. He had every dollar to his name inside of that safe and now it was gone. If Eureka and Anton’s mother ever resurfaced, he knew without a doubt he would body her ass.

I don’t know, baby, but we’ll figure something out. Eureka tried to console him.

Fuckkkkk! he screamed, slamming his palm up against his forehead. He bit down on his curled finger and then laid his hand on his knee, exhaling. Alright, I need to get to the hospital to get this wound patched up, before it gets infected.

Okay, let me lock the house up. Eureka told him, before ducking off inside.

Fear rose to his feet and tucked his gun on his hip just as Anton was approaching.

Yo, man, I’m sorry about all of this. He looked up at the killer with sorrowful eyes.

Looking down at his protégé, Fear couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He couldn’t image what it was like to be in his shoes, go through what he had, and have a mother like Giselle. It wasn’t his fault that his old lady was a dope fiend and as scandalous as they come. The kid didn’t have a choice but to play the hand that he was dealt.

Fear exhaled and threw his arm around the little nigga’s shoulders and pulled him close, walking him toward the car.

Don’t worry about it, G. He told him. Sometimes shit happens and there isn’t anything that you can do about it.

Although the killer was acting cool and calm on the outside, on the inside he was boiling hot. Wherever Giselle had gone, she’d better stay there because if he should ever see her face again he was going to blow it off.

*****

Ding!

The elevator chimed before its double doors slid apart and a group of men filed out. Ronny wore a mask of determination as he moved down the corridor with Vladimir by his side and his men bringing up the rear. Every man accounted for held a shotgun, handgun, or assault rifle of his own. They walked around with their weapons out in the open as if that shit wasn’t illegal. Stopping at a green door with #9 on it, Vladimir hoisted up his M-16 and wrapped its strap around his fist. He then turned to Ronny, looking him over before eventually speaking. Is this the right place? he asked.

Yeah, this is the right place. Ronny frowned and gritted his teeth, causing the veins in his neck to bulge. They looked like they were about to explode. Malvo had violated and now his ass had to pay. Step aside, He kicked the door at the lock. Boom! Boom!

The door snapped open sending a splinter of wood and the loose bronze chain across the room. Ronny, Vladmir and the Russian spilled in on high alert, swaying their weapons and ready to leave a nigga a memory.

Move in and stop the pulse of anything moving! the Russian drug lord ordered. With his M-16 pointed and ready, his armed men approached he and Ronny’s rear. They moved inside of the living room and two shabbily dressed dope fiends dropped the fifty inch flat-screen they were carrying. The TV hit the floor and fell on its tinted black screen, cracking it as a couple of sparks flew.

Who are you? Vladimir barked with a scrunched face. Where the fuck is Malvo?

The dope fiends held their trembling hands up in the air, their heads snapped around at all of the angry faces with their weapons pointed at them. Their legs began to shake and they could feel their dicks growing hot as piss filled their bladders.

Wh—what? One of the fiend’s stammered.

"Nigga, you betta start saying a lot more than what if you don’t wont cho melon blown off yo shoulders!" Ronny spat, with spit jumping off of his lips. The skin of his forehead pulled tight at his eyebrows and his nostrils pulsated.

We’re—we’re just a couple dope heads, man. The fiend told him. No one’s been in this place for months, so we broke in here to see if we could lift the TV for a couple of dollas, is all! He swallowed hard and prayed he didn’t feel the onslaught of hot pellets.

Arggggh! The other fiend doubled over to vomit from lack of heroin. The sudden movement startled Ronny and he snapped his shotgun to him, pulling the trigger. Bloom! The impact sent the fiend through the window, shattering the glass and hurling down to the crowded streets below. A soft thud, the swerving of cars and their horns could be heard from the apartment.

Oh, God, please. The surviving fiend’s legs shook wildly as he dropped to his knees. He trembled and clasped his hands together, begging. He was scared as shit. He didn’t want to end up a blood stain on the carpet for the crime lab to examine. Tears threatened to seep from the corners of his eyes and his bottom lip quaked. A dark spot expanded at his crotch and he whizzed down his leg, soiling the floor.

Seeing that Ronny had the situation under control, Vladimir lowered his M-16 at his side and approached the window. He took a quick look down at the streets and saw people abandoning their cars to check on the sprawled dead body. He then turned to Ronny, watching how he handled his business.

Please, man, please… The fiend groveled, hoping that he’d be spared.

Ronny lifted his shotgun and pressed it at the center of the junky’s forehead, allowing his finger to rest on the trigger. Sweat rolled down the man’s forehead as he closed his eyes and swallowed. He said a prayer to God as he waited to be cast out into The Land of the Dead.

The thought of wetting the fiend up, went back and forth across Ronny’s mind like a ping pong ball. He could easily burst his melon but it wouldn’t do anything for him. His life wasn’t the one he wanted to take. It was Malvo’s. And he wanted it badder than a virgin wanted his first piece of pussy. Ronny exhaled and lowered his weapon to his side, looking down at his prey with pity. The junky’s eyes slowly peeled open one at a time and looked around before settling on the man standing before him.

Get outta here. Ronny threw his head toward the door.

The dope fiend grabbed him by the leg of his jeans. Thank you, man! Thank you, young brotha! God bless you!

Get the fuck out here before I change my mind, Ronny stated sternly.

You got it. I’m outta here. He got up on his feet and hurried for the door.

Ronny turned around to him as he went, And keep your mouth shut! I don’t wanna have to come looking for you!

You ain’t gotta worry about me, I’m not gone.

Rattt!

The fiend’s face went flying across the living room when the assault rifle’s copper-bullet entered through the back of his skull. He fell face down into the carpet with the heels of his tattered sneakers coming up and then falling back down onto the floor. His arms came plopping down onto the carpet along with what was left of his head.

Ronny looked from the dead body to over his shoulder where the bullet was fired from. He found Vladimir with his M-16’s stock braced against his shoulder as he gripped it firmly with an eye lined up with the sighting. The Russian lowered the rifle and allowed it to dangle at his side.

No witnesses, he said, before motioning for his henchmen to follow him as he treaded out of the apartment.

*****

Hey, baby? Malvo spoke into the phone.

What’s up, boo? An older gentleman’s voice responded.

The lines on Malvo’s forehead deepened. Who the fuck is this?

Take a wild guess.

Malvo’s eyes snapped open and he sat up on the couch. Siska?

What did I tell you, Malvo? What did I tell you, huh?

Daddyyyy! Heaven’s voice rang out in the background.

Malvoooo! Faith’s voice rang out after her daughter’s.

Hearing his family in distress caused his heart to skip a beat.

Look, man, I got the money, I can…

No! Fuck the money, you pay now with their lives.

No! Wait, I…

Boc! Boc!

Shots echoed from the other end of the telephone and the call disconnected. Malvo dropped to his hands and knees onto the floor, choked up by what he’d just heard. He stared ahead at nothing making a weird groaning sound. His eyes welled up with tears and ran down his face. He felt like someone had torn his beating heart out of his chest. He couldn’t fathom the pain he was experiencing because he’d never felt it before. But the people he had victimized throughout his selfish existence of a life had and now it was his turn.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His front door rattled and his neck snapped in its direction. Something told him that it was Karma that had come to pay him a visit and he grabbed his banger off of the coffee table. He rose to his feet and pointed the gun at the door. If it was death coming to claim him on the other side of that door, he wasn’t going out without a fight.

You wanna bang, cock sucka? he barked, spittle flying from his lips and tears sliding down his face. Well, let’s bang!

Malvo! Malvo! A voice rang from the opposite side of the door. It’s Crunch, man! Let me in!

Malvo closed his eyes and exhaled with a sigh of relief. He slowly lowered his tool and wiped his forehead with the back of his chunky hand. He listened to the pounding on the door for a time longer before starting for it, wiping the tears from his cheeks as best as he could. He removed the chain and unlocked the door, pulling it open.

Crunch stood where he was frozen in shock once he laid eyes on his boss. Creases appeared on his forehead. He could tell by his glassy looking eyes and damp face that he had been crying. Malvo stepped aside and he made his way inside, heading for the living room. Malvo followed right behind him, pouring himself a drink once he reached the bar area.

What’s the emergency? Malvo asked, sitting the bottle down and taking the glass to the head. The dark skinned hoodlum watched as his mans drank the brown liquor as if it was water.

Yo, fam, everything alright? Crunch asked concerned.

Holding the glass at his mouth, the dope dealer licked his lips. Everything is copasetic. He drank the hard liquor down.

What’s the news that’ll blow my fuse?

He placed his hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Siska. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head, fighting back the tears that were dying to be released. He sucked his lips inward and took a deep breath. He peeled his eyelids open. Siska, killed Faith and Heaven.

Crunch’s jaw dropped when he received the news. He was devastated. He walked away from Malvo with his hands clutching both sides of his head, pacing the floor. Jesus Christ. He stopped where he was and walked back over to the big man. Damn, I’m sorry, man. I’m so fucking sorry.

I’m fucked up, C. I’m real fucked up behind this. Malvo confessed in his moment of vulnerability. He’d never been the type of nigga to talk about his feelings. He dealt with them the best way he knew how and that was handlings them internally. This shit done took me to a dark place, a very dark place. I’m not gon’ ever be right after this. He poured up another glass. I gotta go out there though, man. I gotta go out there to see for myself that they’re really gone. And I want chu to drive me.

Crunch’s hands were on his hips as he listened to Malvo talk. He was staring at the floor but he looked up, nodding his head.

Alright, I’ll take you. He agreed. He ran a hand down his face. Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Ronny’s back.

Malvo frowned when he heard this. He sat the blunt down in the ashtray that he’d just fired up and approached Crunch.

He was at Antoinette’s house? he asked, planting both of his hands on his shoulders.

Yep and guess who he was with? Malvo’s forehead contracted as he waited out the dramatic pause for his answer. Vladimir and the rest of those Russian niggaz.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

What? What’s wrong?

We’ve gotta get outta here. Malvo said. Ronny knows all of my spots. They’re going to hit us.

Why on earth would the Russians be looking to hit chu?

This froze Malvo because he didn’t know what he could say that wouldn’t deter Crunch.

Think about it. He turned around to Crunch. Who knows what he told Vladimir to get him and his people to go along with coming after me?

Right. Crunch nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

Five minutes later the men vanished from the apartment. The only indication that someone had been there was a glass of liquor and a burning blunt.

*****

The shadows began to stir as someone was moving within them. A moment later a hooded person stepped before Giselle, blowing a cloud of smoke and dumping ashes on the floor. She tried to peer closely to see who it was standing before her but her efforts were useless. The shade that the hood provided coupled with the darkened room hid the person’s face.

Who—who are you? Giselle asked timidly as her heart thumped inside of her chest. It was so hot that sweat rolled down her face and obscured the vision in her right eye. Taking the sleeve of her jacket, she wiped her eye and face.

Constance stopped in front of Giselle and then she was able to make out the face through the bluish light shone through the gated window. She licked her lips and smiled evilly.

I am the devil. She spread her arms apart and looked about the room. And this is hell. Constance laughed hard and manically.

Oh, shit! Helllllp! Hellllp me! Giselle screamed as loudly as she could, yanking the chain her wrist was shackled to, trying to break free. Helllllp! Oh, God, pleaseeee! Somebody hellllp meeeeee!

While Giselle screamed and yanked on the chain, Constance continued to laugh hysterically. Hahahahahahahahaha!

Please! Giselle screamed again, wondering why she was the one to be held prisoner by that fucking psychopath.

Shut the fuck up, bitch. Ain’t nobody gon’ hear you down here.

Crack! Brack! Whack!

Constance’s Timberland boot was like a blur as it swept across Giselle’s temple, mouth and chin. Giselle fell flat on her back, pain etched upon her face as she looked around like she didn’t know where she was. Her tongue moved around inside of the pit of blood that was her mouth. She slowly got upon her hands and knees, spitting blood as if she was vomiting. Long red slime hung from her lips as she spit onto the cold floor. With teary eyes she looked up at her kidnapper, wiping her mouth with her freehand.

Why? Why are you doing this? she asked.

Constance reached inside of her back pocket and pulled out something. She tossed it beside Giselle’s hand. Lines formed on her forehead as she looked down, wondering where she’d gotten the old picture of her and her family. She picked it up, looking from it to the mad woman standing over her.

Where did you get this from?

Your daughter, Constance spat. The lil’ home-wrecker weaseled her way into my house and snatched my man right from under me. She blew smoke from out of her nostrils and mouth then dropped the burning L at her feet, mashing it out under the heel of her boot. She took something I loved, so I figured I’d take something that she loves. You.

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