Cotton Club: Bloodlust (Under Construction)!!!! ⚠️

Chapter 6

"Michael, what is going on?"

Janet comes into the kitchen...She sees Jermaine being dragged through the kitchen by Michael's men. She knows something terrible has happened.

"Apparently, your brother wants to take what's mine." He looks at me.

Janet sees how shaken up I am. She approaches me instantly, hugging me close.

"Dammit! I knew some shit like this was bound to happen. I should've never brought him." Janet says.

Michael removes his jacket, exposing his neatly ironed vest and black silk shirt...He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, and places the jacket neatly on the island counter. His anger doesn't cease.

"Janet, take Belle upstairs."

"Come on, honey." I don't protest...

***Michael's POV***

This is some bullshit. You can't even trust family these days. I leave him alone for two minutes, and already he's trying to make a move on my lady...I walk down into the dark basement. I hear the muffled sounds of my brother struggling for the last minutes of his life. Once I reach the basement floor, I turn on my heel...I see him, tied to the ceiling by a chain. A cloth tied to his mouth, and he's drenched in sweat. My guys stand on either side...All of them aiming guns at him, just in case he tries to break free...I pull my pocket knife out of my slacks, opening it, so the sharp is object is free.

No! NOOOOO! I see him shake his head in a jerking motion once he sees the knife. His feet dangling just inches from the damp floor underneath him...I approach him. A smirk on my face, despite my anger and hatred growing for him. I shake my head in disappointment.

"You greasy face mother fucker." I finally say, as walking around him...His head jerks, following my every motion from either side...Reaching the front of him again, his eyes are now bulging as big as gulf balls.

"So, you like to rape women now, huh?" I say, running my finger along the blade of my knife.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Please don't do this! The cloth on his mouth, makes his way down to his neck, allowing him to plea and beg for his life. I push the knife so, it's right next to his neck.

"Did I ask you to talk!? Say another word, I'll jab this so far in your fucking neck!"

He stops, whimpering with tears. I don't feel sorry for his pathetic ass. He has taken advantage of me for too long. Borrowing money, never paying me back. He started a business, which didn't last long, and put me in debt for the longest. Now, I catch him in the kitchen, feeling up my girl...This is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

"You know what I ought to do, since you can't control your dick? I ought to cut the shit off, and shove it in your mouth!"

"No, no, no...Please! Don't do that...I'm sorry, Michael. Just, let me go. You won't ever have to see me again."

"Yeah, that's the plan...To never see you again."

I look over to Frank...

"Release the chain."

Plop!

Jermaine sighs in relief. He grabs his wrist, rubbing them from being so sore. I look down, towering him. I'm feeling kind of generous all of a sudden...I throw a rag that was stored away in my pocket to him. He wipes his face immediately.

"I never want to see you around here again, you hear me!? I'm giving you another chance. But I'm telling you, brother. We're through! Now, take your pussy ass out of my house."

I turn to walk away, storing my pocket knife away safely...

"Yeah, you better walk away. That's why your girl is a bitch. Fuck you and her."

Jermaine laughs, spitting in the process...That mother fucker. I face him again, jacking him by his collar...

"I was nice enough to let you go free, but now, you have fucked up."

I throw him to the floor, kicking him repeatedly in his gut, making him lose his breath. Then, I turn instantly, seeing the acid I have on the counter...I grab it, opening the top, as standing over Jermaine, in his fetal position.

"Fuck, this!"

Without thinking twice, I pour the huge container of acid on his body...He screams in agonizing pain, as the strong substance begins to eat his flesh alive. I stand back, watching his body, becoming less and less recognizable. Then suddenly...He stops screaming. He stops moving...And, there is a foul stinch of a dead corpse lingering in the air. I cover my face with my forearm. The guys does the same.

I walk over to the body...I kick him quick, waiting for some sort of movement. Nothing.

"Damn. Even dead, he's a nuisance. He done fucked up my floor."

"We'll clean it up, boss." Frank says.

"Alright. I'm going to check on Belle."

I walk through the kitchen, and up the stairs. Then it dawns on me...How am I going to tell my baby sister our brother is dead? I finally reach the end of the staircase, and my room. I slowly open the door...I find both Janet and Belle on the bed. Belle is sleeping peacefully, with her head on Janet's lap...She looks up at me, with worry in her eyes. Slowly pushing Belle's head away, she slides off the bed, heading straight towards me. We step outside the room, careful not to wake Belle...Without her even saying a word, I see the question in her eyes. She wants to know about Jermaine. And, I begin to nod my head softly...A huge sigh escapes her lips, as she holds me close. I hug her tight.

"What am I going to tell mother?" She mumbles softly.

"I'm sure you'll find a way."

She looks up at me... "How are you going to tell Belle?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll find the right words."

"Well, I think I will go. I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Janet."

I kiss her cheek, as she cascades down the staircase...I watch, as the car pulls away from the mansion. Then, I head back into my bedroom. I watch Belle. She will probably hate me for this. But, this is all I know. This lifestyle is me...I am a product of my environment.

"Baby, everything okay?"

Her eyes widen, looking up at me. She immediately sits up in bed. I sit on the edge, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"Yes."

"Where's Jermaine? You didn't hurt him too bad, did you? I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

"He's gone."

I say, hoping she will leave it alone.

"Oh, okay...Come cuddle with me."

Without thinking twice, I do as she says...