The Converted Gangster |urban|

©hapter 1

"Kill the motherfuc**!" I shouted at my men.

"Please don't. I don't know anything." Plead the man strapped to the chair in front of us.

"Did I asked you any f*cking questions just now. When I was asking, you neva wah answer. So shut the f*ck up." I said hitting him cross the face.

"Please! Me have a wife and son. Please. Spare me."

"Weh unu a wait pan. Me say kill him." I said turning to my men.

"But boss..." said Jerome, my second in command.

"Don't but boss me. Mi seh kill the man and a that mi mean."

I wasn't in the mood to get my hands all bloody and dirty today. Ammo visit my momma later and I need to show respect to her. If it wasn't for her I would not be here today.

I was drawn from my thought as I heard a gun shot being fired. I removed my gun from my waist getting into alert. Wondering what was happening behind me.

"What the fu..?" I said in shock as I watched the gun drop from my second in command hands as he lay on the floor lifeless.

I spun pointing my gun at Phelp demanding answers.

"What the f*ck was that?" I asked pointing the gun at his forehead.

"He was pointing the gun at you boss. He was about to kill you boss."

Shit! How the hell didn't I see that coming. F*ck! Jerome, he f*cking betrayed me.

"Clean up this mess and don't let that madafucka go." I said pointing to the man strapped in the chair. "He must know something, if that asshole want to f*cking kill me over him."

"Okay boss."

I walked from the basement without taking a second glance back at what unfolded.

I was so upset right now. I felt like punching something. No. I wanna kill something. I want sumn dead.

"Fuck!" I groaned in frustration.

Without spending another minute in the house, I walked out and head to my car speeding away to God knows where.

I just wanted to get away from the hustle and the bustle. This new found anger that aroused in me, was too much.

"Just too f*cking much." I whispered banging my fist again the steering wheel, to ease the tension.

It was the middle of the day, and of all the places I could find myself, I ended up in a bar.

"Let me get two drink of rum." I told the bartender.

"Would you like a tracer with that sir." He asked

"Nah. Just that." After which she pass me two shot cup with the liquid inside. Only this can get me calm.

I lifted one up, emptying the content of the small cup down my throat. It burn like hell, but I'm a man that's nothing I can't endure. The next goes the same way and as the liquid starts to jump into action in my system, I could feel my body calm down a little.

I exited the bar and drove over to my mother's house.

I haven't seen her for some months now. She didn't like we coming to visit her later than expected. I was to dropped by from last month but never got the chance to. So I know I'm about to not hear the end of it.

When she started there is only one ending and it's her way.

I parked my car outside the house, getting out I realized that her yard was always well kept. The flowers surrounding the front porch was always so beautiful.