The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 7:Bizzle Was Here

Justin's POV:
Driving away from her was fucking hard.
Something inside me didn't like it.
Like in the short time I've been around her, my body became dependent on her.
Like an invisible string was somehow tethering us together.
But I knew right now, I was no fucking good for her emotionally.
I was too far gone in my rage against Asher.
The blood lust was consuming my body and I needed to feed it.
I needed to find him tonight.
As I lit a cigarette, I began imagining how I'd end him.
A bullet to the head?
Nah....to quick.
I needed to take my time with him...
Let him feel every drop of pain that he put her through.
I had an idea...
I called someone from my past.

"Bizzle...long time bro.
What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ryan, I don't have time for the details.
But I need you to do me a solid."

"Yeah man...name it. You know I got you."

"Find out where Asher Monti is, his exact location."

"Shiiiitttt...I don't know man."

"I'm not fucking asking Ryan...I'm telling you. So make some calls and get me the address.
And don't tell Joey a damn thing.
15 minutes."
Then I hung up on him.
Ryan was like a brother to me, but we had grew apart over the years.
I had stopped dealing drugs and fighting on the streets, he had gone deeper into that world.
I had tried to bring him along with me, as I became more known in the MMA world.
Ryan couldn't shake the streets, and it pissed me off at first.
But now that I needed his help, I was fucking grateful.
Grateful for his connection to the underground.
If anyone could find Asher, it would be Ryan.
I needed to get some shit together while I waited.
So off to Home Depot I went.

As I parked my car under the orange sign for the domesticated and castrated...
I knew I'd be fucked by going in.
I'd be on tape.
If things went the way I thought they would go...
The police would figure out what my purchases were for.
But I didn't fucking care.
I wanted Asher dead.
Fuck my career.  Fuck everything.
He needed to pay.
So off I went to get the supplies of a motherfucking serial killer.
Aisle after aisle, my cart became fuller.
Tarp ✔
Rope ✔
Duct tape✔
Hammer✔
Nails✔
Rags✔
Bleach✔
I even threw in an electric drill...it was on sale.
As I made my way up to the register, I almost began to feel giddy at what was to come.
YOUR A SICK BASTARD...I thought to myself.
I was so into my head that I didn't see the old guy until my cart had already ran into his back.
"Hey!!! You little shit!!!
Watch where your going!"
The crusty old man glared at me, like I was a 10yr old baby faced punk.
"Fucking millenial."
I wanted to take the hammer in my cart and bash his geriatric brains in...but then I wouldn't make it to my blind date later with Asher.
So I took in a deep breath and plastered on my best boy scout smile.
"I didn't see you there, Boomer.
My apologies.
Now get the fuck out of my way before I call my devil worshipping brothers and we follow you back to the Mrs."
Poor Boomer's face was turning red.
I knew he wanted to punch me.
If I was him, I'd punch me too.
But his eyes landed on the goods in my cart.
His eyes grew big and he swallowed whatever words he had planned to say in retaliation.
He quickly turned his cart around and took off.
Nice talking to you, Boomer!, I yelled at his retreating form.
I couldn't stop laughing as I placed everything on the conveyor belt.
The young girl at the register thought I didn't notice when she pulled her shirt down, exposing her cleavage.
What did she think, that I was gonna fuck her right here and now...on the conveyor belt?
"Did you find everything you were looking for handsome?"
Of course she did.
So I decided to keep her eyes busy on my pretty face...so she wouldn't see what I was buying.
"If your for sale...then yeah."
I gave her my panty dropping smirk and leaned my body in, close to her.
Her eyes dilated as she bit her bottom lip.
If I really wanted to fuck her right now...It would be easy.
She wasn't bad looking, but she smelled like a fucking perfume you'd only find at Dollar General....cheap.
"I'm off in 30 minutes...if your bored."
She nervously giggled as I licked my lips and lowered my gaze to her tiny ass tits.
Once everything was bagged up and I handed her the cash, I ended this little charade.
"I don't do cheap...but I bet Boomer back there will pop a viagra for ya."
Her mouth dropped open, she wasn't used to being rejected.
Oh fucking well.
Mission accomplished, she never laid eyes on what I had bought.
As I strolled out of there, I could hear her screaming...
"I wouldn't fuck you anyway!
Cocky fuckboy!"
I laughed.
Yeah keep telling yourself that PineSol.
At least she got the cocky part right.