BLOOD BABY

Chapter 5

I'm Haitian Jack bitch!!!

I kicked that bitch Janelle in her fucking head. I could care less whether she lives or dies.

I walked over to Keisha, snatched her by her hair. I stepped in a pool of her blood.

BITCH!! You tried to kill me?? Huh bitch?? I smacked her. Blood shot from her mouth.

Owww... she screamed. Please Jack. Please.!! My baby....

I could see the pain on her face as I tossed her on the floor. SHUT UP BITCH.

BUT JACK, she yelled. ITS YOUR BABY!!  She looked exhausted. And she was crying harder than when I choked her in the car.

Bitch, you cant have kids. I said as I walked closer ready to kick this bitch too.

She put her hands up to gaurd her face while trying to get up. For a moment I thought about it. What if it was

Jack, I promise it's your baby. Dr. Draper did an experimental procedure on me to see if it would work and it did. I fucked you before Thomas after that. You remember that night don't you. Baby I was so good to you.

Bitch fuck you and that baby.

I kicked her in her stomach repeatedly until she went limp.

I was a cold hearted muthafucka. I didn't give a fuck about her or Janelle. I dragged Keisha limp body over by Janelle's. They was both knocked out cold. Keisha was unrecognizable. I went to the closet and found some old T shirts and I tied both of them bitches up. I tied Janelle up so tight that I could see her hands turning purple.

Keisha. I tied her up to a chair. I knew exactly what I needed to use her for.
I went back to the living room and drug TTs dead body to the hall closet. I fucking got blood all over me because I tripped over no neck fat ass and fell. I kicked his big ass again, just because. I stuffed TT in the closet. I went back in the living room and I saw Janelles phone on the couch. I heard it vibrating.  I went over to it. It was Jalil.

I answered it. What up blood.

Haitian Jack??  Is that you??

Yeah nigga. Nigga it's me.!!!

What you doing with Janelle phone? Where she at? He was puzzled.

Oh Janelle. Oh, she right here I laughed. She can't come to the phone. SHE BUSY, I said sternly.

You know you a wanted man right now. The hood looking for you. I personally didn't understand how you got jammed up a couple nights ago and was out yesterday morning.

Are you saying imma Snitch?? BLOOD I made this fucking hood. Yall niggas snitches if you ask me.

For the first time in my life I felt like I was losing control. But I'm Haitian Jack, nobody pump fear in my heart.
I couldn't believe this nigga. I wanna kill blood now.

Blood I seen the paperwork. As a matter of fact I got it right here. It says and I quote it blood :

Robert " Haitian Jack" Jackson stated that he received drugs from Thomas "T blood" Owens and Jalil "b dawg" Jenkins on multiple occasions which he sold to make money for them and himself.

Come on blood. Paper work don't lie. You a snitch bitch. He was too eager to tell me about myself. I could hear the hatred in his voice. That's one thing the hood had no patience for and that was a snitch.

Yeah, well y'all niggas finna go down blood. I wanna see y'all stop that. I said.

I was shook up. I didn't know how he got a hold of that paper work. It was time for me to start thinking about how imma end these niggas before anybody find out.

A dead witness can't testify homie.. Jalil said. And he wasnt lying.

Well I got this bitch over here. Tied up probably finna die if somebody don't come get her...

I could tell Jalil forgot all about Janelle. Nigga so happy to catch me slipping he forgot all about his relative.

BLOOD WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO TO HER. IMMA KILL YOU JACK. AND YOU KNOW I WILL. YOU SEEN ME DO MY SHIT BEFORE BLOOD. Jalil was super mad. He had a temper that was unmatched, even for Haitian Jack.

I want you and that paper work or Ill put a bullet in her brain. Try me fuck boy. And y'all will be walking around with R.I.P shirts with her face on it.

I meant that from the bottom of my heart because I knew how close Jalil and Janelle was. They was practically brother and sister. Whatever it took I couldn't get that are work out.

Who all know about the paperwork blood?? I wanted to know who I had to kill.

Blood to keep it a hunnit with you, you ain't a blood. Stop saying that shit b. Imma kill you just for making my hood look bad. And Nobody knows about the paperwork.

Okay. Well meet me tomorrow night at the Silverado Ranch at 9. I want a body for a body. Plus the paperwork.

And for now I'll keep this bitch alive.

Blood who the fuck you think you is?? I'm not finna do yo dirty work.

Well, this bitch good as dead.

I hung up the phone. Imma kill this nigga anyways. I was finna call Thomas when this nigga Jalil called back.

Who you want blood. ?? I love my cousin.

I can tell he was shook up. But oh well.

Bring me Thomas BLOOD!!

Who?? Jalil asked. He was more confused now.

Blood you heard me , bring me Thomas tomorrow night.

So yo bitch ass WANT ME TO BETRAY MY DAY1 all because you a bitch ass snitch?? Blood you gonna get yours.. I promise you that. Imma get you.

Yeah, yeah bitch ass nigga. Meet me at the Silverado Ranch Parkway tomorrow at 9. If anybody else besides Thomas come with you imma blow this bitch brains out.

I hung the phone up.