Me and Snow decided we were going to go ahead and get the deed done. Luckily, Snow was someone who was already on Marcus's radar. After I showed her all his social media, we found out she had tons of unread messages from him. The motherfucker had been cheating the whole damn relationship. Seeing him message her and unsuccessfully get a response made the little bit of guilt I had go away. Catching a nigga cheating is one thing. Catching a nigga attempt to cheat - and get ignored, was a whole other feeling. On top of the bottled up anger you already had, you can add embarrassment. The nigga couldn't even successfully cheat.
It was now eleven. I was parked about fifty yards down from what used to be my home. I gave Snow the go ahead to reply to Marcus. His reaction was the exact one we anticipated; He was elated the bitch had responded. Of course he didn't know how to act now that he was getting some new pussy; and now look where it was about to get him. Snow and Marcus should be coming home from their date any minute. Snow texted me and told me he went all out for their date, too. He took her to a private beach with a candle lit dinner. That was more then what I'd gotten, but nevertheless, it was all good. His time was coming. Part of me wanted to sneak in and rob him while they were having sex, but that was too risky. And besides, I didn't really wanna get my hands dirty. I decided I'd let Joc and some of the other young niggas do the dirty work. I went ahead and made that call as Marcus and Snow pulled in the drive way. I made sure Joc knew the plan wasn't to kill Marcus. I wanted his life still. I just wanted him to suffer. Joc asked how bad could they leave him. I started to tell him he could have Marcus knocking on Death's door for all I cared, but I quickly changed my mind. I didn't want them to over do it and slip up and kill him. That'd defeat the whole purpose. I wanted Marcus to suffer. Like how I did when he beat me and gave our baby away. I spot Marcus run beside the car to get to the other side to open Snow's door in time. As if he was such a gentleman. Snow takes his hand, getting out, and follows him into what used to be our home. I wonder where Dashia was. Or if she was just the fling. Surly I know he didn't give the bitch my spot. After about an hour Snow texted me, saying everything was good, and she was about to leave. Knowing Marcus, he was out like a light. Good. I wish I could see his face when Joc and his goons run in there and take everything. I hope they fuck the house up, too. I couldn't even recognize the place I had once called home. Marcus wasn't perfect, but we did make memories there. Now, nothing about it reminded me of a home. When I look at the yard I just picture him beating me in it ; When I think of the bedroom I think of the condoms I found on the floor and him beating me, again. At this point Marcus could have the damn house. I initially wanted it back two months ago. But now, fuck it. I'd gotten my revenge, and then some. In exchange he could keep the house and fuck all the bitches in the world in it.
Snow sneaks around the back of the car. Her face didn't show much emotion, so I couldn't really tell how she felt about what she had just done. Although she said she'd assisted Omari with a couple of people's deaths, I don't know how she felt about being the direct cause of someone's death. "You okay?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. "I'm good. Why are we still here?" "I'm waiting on Joc and them to pull up." "But I thought-" She looked at the house desperately, as if her actions had been wasted. "Not to finish the job. I want him alive for that shit. I just told him to beat him up a little and rob his broke ass." "Oh,"
We waited in the shadows for Joc and whoever to pull up. It took him about forty five minutes.
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He texted. I sent a thumbs up emoji. We watched as Joc and two other dudes, one who I recognized as one of the others workers, exited the car. Dressed in all black and ski masks, they entered the home through the back. I decided to wait it out so I could see the damage they had done. And to make sure they didn't kill him and go overboard.
I watched as the lights were turned on minutes after they entered. It looked like a regular night on the outside looking in, but I knew the truth, and could only imagine what was taking place inside. Another forty five minutes passed until they came back out. We watched as Marcus's three attacker's snuck back outside and pulled off. Not too fast to draw attention, but fast enough to get out the neighborhood without being spotted. "Where you going? You're going inside? Esther, what the fuck?" Snow said as I got out the car. I ignored her and followed the same path Joc and his friends followed to get inside the home. I decided to peek through the windows first to see where Marcus was. For all I knew he could be cocking his gun getting ready to ride out on whoever he thought was behind this. I wouldn't be surprised if he figured Snow was the one who set him up. That possibility just dawned on me. I didn't wan't Marcus thinking anything of Snow other then her being a nut. I didn't want him to come after the wrong person. I mean, he technically would have a reason to come for Snow, but he didn't know that yet. Marcus was tied up to a chair, laid out on the floor. He was kicking his feet back and forth, trying to get free from the duct tape and rope he was restrained by. I watched as he laid there, helpless. Getting closer to the window, I could see more of what Joc had done. I wish I would of just stayed in the car. Marcus's skin had burn marks all over his body, and his face was hardly recognizable. I know they did the best they could without killing him. Those "don't kill him" request always made everyone share a common chilling feeling. Everyone knew what that meant. When someone said "don't kill him" after asking you to handle something, it meant the boss had something worse in store for them. The only thing left I had for him was to let him live. And that, by itself, was punishment enough.
Over the course of the week, I got all of Gianni's work sold, and flipped. I still had five kilos left from what Omari had originally supplied. So, instead of selling all five, I decided to cut two of the kilos so I could stretch them. I preferred to cut mine with raw caffeine powder, whereas Snow liked to cut hers with laxatives or detergent; whatever was handy. You could easily cut the cocaine with baking soda, but that could easily fuck up the coke. I always liked to test my coke before I put it on the streets. If the crack had too much baking soda, it would crumble up, whereas a good crack rock would break into a clean snap. My stock had went up, and the numbers were flying through the roof. Snow helped pull in more buyers, too, mostly stealing clients from Omari. Neither of us had heard from Omari, which was both good and bad news. We both agreed we'd block his number and let the nigga just figure out what's up on his own. It was fucked up, but hey, what could I say? The game was cut throat. The streets talked. Me and Snow were fully aware of what was to come, meaning we never left the house without some heat.
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