"Just calm down, okay, and tell us what's wrong." Gianna uttered slowly walking toward me. She had her hand out as thought she were trying to calm me down.
I pointed the gun at her and she froze. Her hands stuck in the air she just looked at me. A single tear fell from her eye and there was blood coming from her nose and mouth from the blows I'd just delivered to her face's front door.
"Get back over there and don't move til I tell you to." I instructed, gun still in hand.
The bag was still tight in my grip and I stood before the three ppl before me feeling the most powerful I ever had.
The gun molded to my fragile hand so perfectly. The motherfucker was heavy and I gained some muscle just waving it around and shit but that feeling of being in control overcame me and I became a totally different person.
"I thought we were friends, Gigi." I said I wouldn't conduct the conversation this way but I didn't know what else to do. Although there was a huge lump in my throat and I felt like I would cry, I didn't. "How could be you so evil? Over some drugs?" I questioned.
She kept on with the act, tears full fledge flowing down her face. "I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about. Put the gun down, please, and let's talk."
"Ok, let's talk, Gianna." I pulled the phone from the bag and pulled up the messages.
"Gigi, your services aren't enough to keep paying for this product. I'ma need something else." I read in my Mazi voice.
"Shit." Gianna whispered under breath as I read aloud.
"I got the money, Mazi." I read in Gigi's voice.
"I don't want the money. I got enough of that. Your friend."
"What friend?"
"You stupid now? The one you always bring. She's a cutie and I know she want me."
"I mean, I'm sure she's down. But what if she's not?" Gigi asked in the messages.
"You know I take what I want. And you know what'll happen if I can't. You owe me."
"Fine. But she can't know I had anything to do with this."
There were more messages but no more needed to be said. I looked up from reading the messages and Mazi seemed unphased but Gianna was crying her heart out. I tried not to feel sorry for her cuz I was the victim here. Apart of me couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry." She managed through tears, snot, and dried blood. "I'm sorry. I'm in a lot of debt with these ppl, and I didn't know how else to..."
"And when the FUCK did that become my problem?!" I yelled. I had never yelled like that before but in my defense, I'd never been that fuckin angry before. "You." I said to the boy. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Tee. What's your name?" He replied.
"Hey, didn't I say I was calling the fuckin shots and asking the questions around here?" I interrogated him.
"No, Mazi said that, actually."
"Well, I'm sayin it now!! Alright?! Who else is in this house?" I pointed the gun at him.
His hands went up in defense. "Nobody, i swear."
"Tee, you ain't gotta answer to her." Mazi started.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at him. I then turned toward him with the weapon. Arm burning.
"Or what?" Mazi replied too calmly. "You gonna shoot me?" He smirked at me. He stepped closer, slowly. If I didn't have the gun I woulda been scared.
"I will." My voice shook when I spoke but I tried to stay confident.
"You won't. You know how I know? You been having too much fun just holding it and feeling... like a boss I guess." His smirk remained but in an instant, Mazi charged at me and in another instant, I let one off.
POW!! Right in his left knee cap.
My mouth fell and I looked at the gun like it fired itself. Although I was surprised by my own behavior, I had to stay in character.
"Get cho ass back! You think this shit a game?!" I yelled and antagonized over Mazi's desperate, painful cries.
"I'm not fuckin playing with y'all in here." I said. I stood over Mazi as he lay there in agony, holding his knee, his hands now cupping a pool of blood. "Slide yo ass back to that wall and do NOT move again unless I say so." I ordered him.
Joy filled my heart as I watched him struggle to make his way back to the wall.
"Back to you, Tee." I said. "You work for me now. Oh, and Gianna, so do you."
"Well, what about Mazi?" Tee asked.
"Good question." I remarked. "I mean, there really is only one thing to do." I looked at Tee and handed him the gun.
By this time, everyone in the room had a lot of questions but they all knew one thing for sure: I was not to be played with.
"Kill him." I ordered Tee.
