In Too Deep Book 1( Urban)

Part 20

"Are they dead"? Mr Antonio asked as he sat in his chair with his legs propped up on his desk.

"I don't know boss". Mr Antonio's body guard replied.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?!" I told you to finish the damn job"! He yelled as he stood up from his chair pissed.

Mr Antonio's body guard was big as hell. You can tell that he slept and woke up in the gym, but that didn't stop Antonio from getting in his ass whenever he fucked up. In fact, the way his body guard allowed Antonio to treat him would have you thinking that he was a complete chump.
"I...I know boss he stuttered as he held a bag of ice to the injury that he sustain to his head.
"I give you one simple task and you go and fuck it up." Mother fucker get out of my God damn office before I shoot you too", he barked as he revealed the .22 that sat on his hip.

Hospital

Beep....beep.....beep

"You alright baby", Zoo said as he laid in the hospital bed.
"Yes I'm good baby". I don't want you to worry about me". Ava said as she got up from her chair so Zoo could get a better view of her. "I'm going to take care of everything". She stated as she leaned in on the side of the bed to plant a kiss on his bruised lips.
"What you mean you'll take care of everything", Zoo replied laying stiff in the bed. "Don't do anything crazy Ava , he added.

Ava step away from the bed in disbelief. She couldn't believe what Zoo just said. How could she not worry about a man that stole her childhood, and probably her life. Kill or be killed is all she could focus on, and she damn sure wouldn't be the one getting killed.

Zoo's nurse came in to give him his second dose of codeine for his pain. I'll say after thirty minutes later he was knocked out. I reached into the gym bag funneling through the wades of cash to get to the wallet. I pulled out the wallet, reading off the address in my head that was on the id . The image of that black ass gorilla disgusted me, but I became more disgusted by the sweet name his mother gave him. He had to be named by an old relative. Sinclair Eugene Jones, who the fuck name's their child Sinclair, I whispered to my self with my face bald up. I took the Id out of the wallet and stuffed it inside of my back pocket, grabbed the .22 and a few Franklins then headed to the ladies room.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw red. I was becoming a person that I no longer knew. I had no choice, because this life choose me. I was either going to ride the wave or sink.
I leaned into the sink with cold water running, splashed the cold water on my face, then grabbed my cellular phone to call a taxi.

"Great Taxi" what's your location? The dispatcher asked.

"I'm at Ronald Regan Medical Center". I replied.

"Oh, you're lucky mam, we have a car stationed right out front, she chuckled.

"Good! I said sarcastically just before hanging up the phone. I threw my hoodie over my head and headed out the door.

I had the taxi driver drop me off a few blocks away from Sinclair's house. I didn't want to take the risk of someone noticing me. Once out of the cab, I hit the corner, beating my feet all the way there. I stopped when I noticed the familiar numbers that were on the mailbox. Just to be sure that I was at the right house, I grabbed the ID from my back pocket to look over it. I smiled viciously as I stared at the ID, then back at the mailbox. "Jack Pot"!

I must admit I didn't expect his ass to live in such a nice crib, outdoor light fixtures, water fountains and shit. His house looked like it belonged on the front cover of Better Homes magazine. The only problem with this beautiful scene was the seven feet gate that wrapped around his house. "How the fuck am I going to get in this bitch", I thought to myself. I walked around the gate inspecting it to see if there were any openings I could slip into. "I should've known better that security would be tight especially in this neighborhood", I whispered to myself softly. When I got to the back of his house, I caught a glimpse of the big fucker walking past the sliding doors that opened up to his back yard. I stood there observing his movements. He was wearing a bandage on his head, which confirmed that he had something to do with the attack that almost ended me and Zoo's life.

I looked down at my wrist, checking the time. I had been gone from the hospital for at lease an hour. "Shit" I mumbled under my breathe. I quickly grabbed my cell phone out of my front hoodie pocket to make sure Zoo didn't call. Feeling relieved that he didn't, I placed my phone back into my pocket right after making sure that I had it on silent., then I circled right back around to the front of the house. I stopped dead in my tracks when a car pulled up. "Shit". I said again this time more annoyed at the fact that my plan could possible fail , but just as I thought about calling it a quits, a fire sparked inside of me. "Fuck this shit". I said to myself as I pulled the .22 from my hip. I had decided that I would just run up in the bitch and hold everybody up for hostage. The more time went by , the less I starting to not give a fuck.
I tugged on my hoodie to make sure it was nice and snugged on my face, then I took off running full speed towards the entrance of the gate. As I got closer I slowed up, then finally came to a halt.
I smirked when I saw who it was at that gate "right on time" I thought to myself.
I slowly crept up behind the person. Just as he was about to ring Sinclair's door bell, I yoked him up by the neck and pressed the .22 deep into his skull.

"Take your fucking clothes off", I demanded.