I honestly wanted to kill something asap. But I ain't wanna get crazy and be locked up. The only thing that kept my mind off heavy shit was weed and the game. I called Ju asking him to meet me at my apartment in crown heights. I got there and rolled up in my car. I had to do something to calm me down. As soon as I took the fourth puff my heart rate slowed down but I was still angry. My sister was dead ass having sex. Shit I ain't even have sex in like two weeks. Damn.
I was in my driveway still until I saw Ju car pull up. He hopped out and I unlocked the door as he got into the passenger seat. "What you smoking for?"
He knew I only smoked when shit was heavy. And ima grown man, not no female who tell how they feel on some damn intervention. Fuck all that. Inhale the good shit, exhale the bull shit. Or however the fuck that philosophy go.. That's my solution to problems.
I laughed blowing out the smoke. "Ima kill that nigga Jeremiah."
"What you mean? What he did to baby Jay?" He shot back.
"He did what I told him not to do. Try something with my baby sister. I should've beat his ass at the park but I was being too nice I guess. Niggas-"
"What the hell he do?" He cut me off getting mad.
"They had sex. But shit, Ju I don't even wanna talk about this. Shit gonna get me locked up for thinking bout it." I took a long pull and Ju just say there quiet.
"Baby Jay?" He shook his head. "Fuck , pass the L."
I passed it rolling up another. I don't know what the fuck to do but smoke. Another option was beat somebody down. That sound right.
"Ju somebody owe us shit?" I ask him.
"That nigga Fedo from two blocks down, he ain't have money for a week now. I told him today his last day. But shit niggas being too nice."
"Hell yeah," I shook my head. "What building Fedo in again?"
Ju showed me the building. I grabbed my gun putting it on my waist band making sure it was secure. Ju did the same as we headed out the car. I mean if Fedo was a worker who always had my money and this his first slip up, I'd give him a little more time. But he always a week or so late and in debt. Fuck that, I'm one mad nigga. This gon get shit off my chest.
We immediately spotted him and he ran. Wrong move, me and Ju was on our high school track team. We caught him near a building and grabbed him into an alley.
"What you running for Fedo? We ain't the pigs," Ju said.
"Where the fuck my shit Fedo? You smoked all my profit?" I spat. Most of the time when niggas was short, they slipped up and smoked it. I used to do that before I became a connect.
"I-I I, I don't got it! And I don't care, Scott is gon kill y'all anyway and take y'all profit and trap houses. Fuck y'all." Fedo suddenly grew balls.
I laughed making him shudder. I laughed even harder at that. I punched him in the ribs and then the jaw. I heard a crack but it ain't bother me none, it was satisfying.
"Ju what he got?" I asked. Ju checked his pockets pulling out a roll of money. I looked at them closely. I studied fake money and how to tell the difference and this was real. I put it in my pocket and continued to beat Fedo. "You want one between your eyes or to the dogs? Cuz you ain't living off these two gees." I say showing him the bread from out my pocket.
"Fuck you and I hope your mother rot in hell."
Wrong words cuz then before I could shoot him Ju did. Twice in the head and one in the chest. We dragged his body to the garbage can then dragged the can in Ju truck putting it in the trunk .
"Yo you shot him so fast I thought he said I effed your girl or something," I laughed. Ju shrugged laughing.
"We better get it to Rocky and em before cops come," Ju said. I nodded in agreement thinking bout his threat with Scott. Scott is one on New York's biggest connects, but I was above him. I was alliances with Mexican, New Jersey, and Cali connects. I ain't worried bout nothing.
Once we got to the trap we fed his body to the dogs as I smoked a huge blunt. No worries, nobody was gonna fuck mine over. And I was making sure of it.

YOU ARE READING
Don't Judge the Thug
General FictionLatrell Prince Velmont is a dealer. With a business that was passed down from his uncle. He has nothing but family, but does he find "the one". With the craziest things going on around him, does he break? He's not like everybody makes him seem. So d...