A City Girl and a Country Bumpkin

Another One Bites the Dust

Deuce POV

Chapter 6

After all the shit I did for the nigga Semaj, shit I really didn't have to do, his punk ass tries to play me. I brought his ass new clothes, shoes, watches, all types of shit. Even fed the nigga, and this is how he repay me.

When that thought crossed my mind, I picked up my cell and dialed his number. It rang twice then I was sent to voice mail. I wasn't the type to keep calling a person back.

So when I was done handling my business, I headed to my crib to see the nigga. When I made it to the house, it was so many people in there that I struggled to get through the crowd.

I gave pound to a few people I was cool with then pushed my way through everyone else.

Dudes sat around as broads took turns on the pole, there was a couple wasted motherfuckers laying on the floor knocked the fuck out. One of them had pissed on himself, and I doubt if he knew because he looked fucked up, sleeping in his own piss. He had to have started drinking before he'd got here.

I went over to him to wake him up and the nigga woke up like he was ready to throw bows. "Fuck just kicked me." he yelled belligerently, spit flying out of his mouth.

"Ay nigga, get your ass up and clean this shit up, motherfucker you ain't got no maids around this bitch." I said. The drunken guy looked down and saw the urine on the surface around him.

"Nigga fuck you and your floor, bitch ass gon kick me while I'm sleep." he said getting up and staggering to the front door. Out of nowhere, Deuce took his frustrations he had with Semaj out on the pissy drunk cat.

He threw a two piece landing them on the dudes chin, followed by two  jaw-breaking hooks. Slammed him against the living room table where he hit his head then fell to the hard floor.

Folks stood back letting the drama go down gasping each time Deuce hit him. Some folks tried getting Deuce to stop, but it didn't work. He continued until he was completely satisfied.

Attack broke out all over the place. People just started to fight all around the first fight.

When Deuce was finally done scrapping with the fool, other fights were still taking place. Deuce made the dude get on his knees and lick the pee up off the floor. "Motherfucker I ain't playing with your ass, lick that shit up."

With blood dripping from his mouth and nose, he leaned into the piss and began licking it up. Surrounding people looked on and grimaced at what was happening.

Some thought that Deuce had lost his damn mind. Others looked as though the drunk guy needed to be taught a lesson. A couple people didn't agree with the twisted shit that Deuce had come up with.

The guy cringed at the taste of the body fluid. "I want all this shit cleaned up before I get back down here." Deuce shouted at him standing straight up and jogging over to the stairs to go up them.

Once he reached the top of the steps, he went straight to Semaj's room. He twisted the knob, and that shit was locked. "This nigga locking doors now." He thought to himself.

He began banging nonstop. Cashmere answered the door. "What if it's Deuce." she said to Semaj. "You being a sucker again, open the door." Semaj said.

By this time Semaj had pulled his pants up. When she opened the door, Deuce hit Cashmere in the mouth thinking it was Semaj. She fell to the floor with a thud.

"What the hell is wrong with you Deuce, nigga that's a lady." Semaj stood for war. He'd had enough of Deuce's mess. He had his gun ready, already cocked.

"That bitch aight, but your pussy ass gon take this ass whooping I'm bout to give you, and I don't think you'll be the same." He spat. Deuce tried knocking the gun out of Semaj hand, but Semaj moved before he could.

"You gon shoot me nigga, I want you to. Show me how much heart you got." Semaj laughed. "You think I won't do it, I damn sure didn't need you then, and don't need your ass now." After saying that, he fired a shot into Deuce's right arm.

Immediately, Deuce grabbed his arm where the bullet was and fell to the floor. Cashmere jumped up and moved out of the way.

"Oh, this lil nigga got some balls, that bitch pussy must've turned you out." Deuce said . Semaj walked over closer to Deuce and aimed the pistol at his head.

"Nigga I had balls when you first met me, you just didn't take the time to see them."Semaj blurted. "You were homeless, in need of a meal that's why I took you to eat before you deteriorated. And you taking this bitch side." Deuce said panting.

Still aiming the gun at Deuce, Semaj thought of how different things would be if he took Deuce out of the equation now. Life would be so much easier.  He thought. With him sticking around he knew there would be life threatening situations to be dealt with.

"You know I could take your life right now, and you wouldn't know what hit you." Semaj said and laughed real hard. "Your clown ass ain't got the heart to take my life." Deuce shouted testing Semaj .

Deuce was strapped too. He couldn't do anything though because he was hurting and wasn't trying to lose his life.

Cashmere knew Semaj wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, there was no hold up the first time. She just covered her eyes and stayed that way until she felt that she could take her hands down.

"Who the man and who the bitch now?" Semaj screamed, wanting Deuce to acknowledge what he thought he was.

"Nigga you still a clown, you ain't shit, and even though you may have the upper hand now, you won't have it for long believe that shit."

Deuce was talking reckless. He knew that if he was killed by Semaj, his crew wouldn't settle for it. They wouldn't allow him to live without retaliation when they found out it was him.

They would figure it out quicker than the feds could. Semaj fired again hitting Deuce in his leg a little too close to the pelvic area."I'll blast that shit right off, you keep playing with me." Semaj said speaking of his penis.

"Naw nigga, I need this to fuck your bitch again." Deuce said confidently. Semaj and Cashmere eyes connected, figuring Deuce had to be talking about last night.

Semaj shot two more bullets, directly at Deuce's chest, but this time he missed. He shot three more times, hitting Deuce in the leg once, and in his upper chest twice in two different places.

Cashmere screamed. "Come on, let's get out of here." Semaj said. Certainly Deuce was paralyzed, or better yet, dead. Deuce lay gasping for air, and Semaj and Cashmere felt at ease.