When A Gangsta Loves You 2

Chapter 9 Rome

"This is a collect call from," the mechanical voice paused and a gruff, male voice came on, "Demonte Hughs.

"Do you accept the charges?"

"I do," I spoke into the phone."

"What's good?" I said after the line was transferred.

Leaning back in the seat that I was occupying, my eyes never leaving the pathetic ass sight before me.

"Everything is everything this way, my nigga."

Click.

That was all I needed to hear before I was up on my feet and activated.

Making my way over to the other side of the room, I went over to the only motha fucka remaining that had something to do with my son's kidnapping.

"Mmhmmm!!!! Mmmmmm! Hmmm!!" Mackiah tried his best to scream through the layers of tape covering his mouth.

His muffled sounds came to an end the second my fist made contact with the side of his face. A sickening crack most likely coming from his jaw echoed throughout the warehouse.

Blow after blow, I went in on his dome. I watched as his brown skin turned shades of red and purple and began to swell. His skin started to tear in some places, bloodying my knuckles.

"Chill! Fuck nigga, chill god damn it!" Ky's urgent voice interrupted me and soon I felt several pairs of hands on me, pulling me away.

"You gonna fuck your shits up, nigga!" Ky barked, referring to my now throbbing fists.

It had taken Ky, Dinga, and Chy to get me off this nigga. I had only just realized, but Mackiah's bitch made ass was either dead or knocked the fuck out.

The mystery was solved when I saw his chest rise then fall. That shit made me even more heated than I already was, which shouldn't even be possible.

Snatching away from them, I pulled my gun from my waist and approached this fuck nigga.

He was slowly coming to which was perfect for me because I wanted to look this mark dead ass in his forehead before I blasted him.

As soon as his eyes opened, I put one in the chamber and shoved it right in between his eyes.

The nigga was still dazed so his pupils were rolling but I fixed that shit when I ripped the tape off of his mouth, taking a few hairs from his beard with it.

"Ahhh!"

His scream sounded out in the semi empty space.

Waiting until his wide eyes crossed then registered on me, I unloaded on his ass. The entire clip went into his dome, making blood splatter every fucking where.

Without saying shit, I left the mess I'd made behind and headed for my office on the other side of the warehouse.

There, I had a small bathroom. I immediately began scrubbing my bloody hands as I looked in the mirror at my blood splattered face.

Truth be told, killing this nigga hadn't made enough better for me. The shit needed to happen but it hadn't stopped the mourning, anger and every god damn thing else that I was feeling for having to end the life of a man that I'd formally considered one of the most solid niggas around me. It wasn't going to put Sha back in my corner, and it damn sure wasn't going to stop JJ from having these night terrors or whatever the fuck.

He'd been having them ever since we'd left the hospital. The little nigga could barley sleep and constantly woke up every couple of hours screaming and shit.