Lifestyle Fulfilled

Chapter 5

Standing in front of this big wooden french door, I exhaled slowly. I gave myself a small pep-talk.
"Its time, Jah. Don't stress. It won't take that long.."
I drifted eventually letting my pep-talk silence and allowed my eyes to roam the parts of this house that I could see from the little bit of light that the moon gave.
Whatever this Micheal Brown man was doing, I needed to do it also. This house wasn't nice, it was beyond it.
My gaze of amazement was soon interrupted and so were my thoughts when I seen a shadow inside the house coming towards the door that was the separation between me and whoever it was.
I guess its safe to say my first murder will be sooner than I thought.
I pulled my baby from the back of my tan cargo pants, and cocked it. Instead of waiting for him to open the door, I rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" , It was a female voice.

"Room Service..." I replied. I wasn't even at a hotel. But it was the first thing to come to mind.

I heard the lady give a aggravated mumble to herself and then footsteps getting louder as she neared the door. I took the spare time and plastered a smile on my face.

She opened the door. She looked about late 20's. Possibly 28. Shoulder length blonde hair and had a couple inches on me.

"Room service? I don't know what type
of games you call yourself playing, but you won't be playing them here at this house."

I smirked, "You know what miss, you're beyond right. And if i'm correct, you're not a housewife, you're just a hoe looking for a quick come up."

She squinted her eyes at me and flushed in the face. "Do you know who I am? Obviously, you don't. I --"

She continued on talking about who she thought she was.

I was tired of it. I pulled my glock from behind my back and pressed it to her mouth.
"You sure do like to talk. You know that? "

I looked at the tears almost overflowing from the side of her eyes.
"Try some funny shit, and splat goes your brains." I flashed my pearly whites at her.

I forced her back in the house and on her knees. I grabbed her by her hair and walked her ass like a dog, might as well have fun with this shit.

"Take me to the kitchen." I instructed. I needed to explore this house. I know Michael was here.

We never made it to the kitchen, because I found the dining room and used some rope to tie her ass up. She now had mascara and tears running down her face.

"Where Michael at? He here?" I asked. She had duct tape on her mouth, so she used her eyes and looked upwards indicating that he was upstairs.

"Good girl." I replied before jogging back the way I came.

I slowed down once I reached the bottom of the staircase. Damn, there were so many doors in this house. I climbed the stairs and looked to my right, the open door said "MASTER BEDROOM."

Hmph. Easier than I thought. I pressed my shoulder to the wall and crept to the door. I looked in, 2 more doors. The bathroom door was open with the lights and shower on.

While he was in the shower, I guess I'll take a few minutes and snoop. I opened a few drawers and seen a few guns. I didn't know what kind they were so, I grabbed the coolest one and placed it where the one in my hand was, between my back and panties. I continued rambling and ran across a picture of Dicey , matter-of-fact , I seen a lot of pictures of Dicey. Why would he have these? I took a few and folded and placed then in a pocket of my pants.

I closed the drawer, I guess not as softly as I wanted to because Michael called out to me, thinking I was his lil girlfriend.

"Baby, thats you? " He called from inside the shower.

I didn't reply. I froze right where I was. I heard the shower turn off. I was too late to even try to hide. So, I stood there.
He walked out the bathroom butt ass naked. He was packin to be an old man, but old men wasn't my speciality.

"I suggest that if you know what's good for you, you'll get these boxers and get dressed. "

I finished tying Michael up beside his lil wifey downstairs and called Zay.
He answered on the 3rd ring.

"Bull , Wassup? Been a few days since I heard from you?"

"I'm at 1415 Washington Ave." I informed.

I could practically hear the gears moving in his brain.

"That's Mike's address. We didn't plan this, Jah. Why are you there? Who--"

I cut him off, "Where you live?"

"uhh, about 30 mins away..but why ar--"

I cut him off again, "Be here in 15 nigga."

.....

13 minutes and 23 seconds later, he came knocking on the door. He looked calm and collected now, compared to how he sounded on the phone.

"Bull. We didn't plan this. " He rolled his eyes at me and then entered shutting the door behind himself.

"You made sure no one followed you, right?"

"Where he at?" He said totally ignoring my question & referring to Michael. The smug look on his face was actually cute to me.

I nodded towards the dining room and watched him walk away. I followed him.

He stood in front of Michael and slapped him in the head with the handle of his pistol. I looked at where his skin had torn from being hit, and the blood drizzled. His girlfriend had a terrified look on her face and screamed. I should have left her mouth taped like I taped Michael's.

I don't think think Zay even noticed her until she screamed.

He turned to me, "Who the hell is this?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Wifey."

He directed his attention back to Michael, snatching off the duct tape. "Where the shit you owe Dicey?"

You could see the amusement in Michael's eyes. He didn't attempt to respond or even make a noise. Zay was about to hit him , but I pulled my gun out cocked and "pow" , shot him right between the eyes.

Blood splattered on Zay and wifey started yelling at the top of her lungs. Zay ignored her yelling and turned to me, "What the fuck was that Jah?"

He was clearly upset. I laughed, "That nigga knew he was bouta die anyway, so why would he tell you?"

He shook his head, "I gotta hurry up before you piss me off."

I went and kneeled in front of wifey, "You know where the drugs at?"

She looked reluctant to tell me but when I put my hand back on my pistol, she gave in.

I walked over to the closet and seen bout 4 duffel bags. I dragged them out and set them on the white carpet.

I called Zay in and he started transferring whatever were in those bags outside. While he was doing that, I untied blondie.

"I like you, Ion really got plans to kill yo ass.  But try some funny shit, and thats yo ass. You feel me?"

She nodded quickly. I headed towards the door, holding her by her hair. Zay gave me a look.

"I'm keeping her," I say, "I like her." I stuffed her in the trunk of my car."

He shook his head and laughed, "You acting like she some kind of pet."

About 30 mins later we were on the road , heading towards my house.