sucking on some type of sucker. “Yo! Stomach, what’s the deal? I knew you would be calling for me to start doing some other shit than play that block.”
I smiled as he continued to talk and pulled my chair right in front of his. After I was tired of hearing his mouth, I said, “Shut the fuck up, nigga.”
He got quiet and seen shit changed up real quick. He pulled out his sucker when he seen the seriousness on my face.
“I run a business that keeps all our pockets fat, right?” Shawn was just sitting there looking at me and I had to scream it at him again. “Right” Shawn still didn’t say shit but shook his head in agreement.
I said, “Let me see your pockets Blacc.” Blacc pulled out a knot that had to be about four stacks. “Now pull out yours.” Shawn pulled out about twelve hundred and just stared at me. I pulled out about five stacks and threw it on the floor. “You think this shits easy to get and this shit just drops out the sky like bird shit?”
Shawn was looking up at me as I stood and said, “Naw! Stomach, Wzup, what I do?”
I walked around him just looking at the young dude and said, “You don’t make no damn calls up in here, nigga. You jeopardized my business by getting your little dick sucked by some trick. And with that you got to pay up. You lucky it’s not with your life.”
The little nigga was scared and knew he was about to witness some shit he only heard about. I walked over to one of the hot water tanks and grabbed a case I kept down there and pulled out the wire cutters. I walked back over to the nigga as he sat in his chair scared to death. I went and sat back in my chair still facing little Shawn, who looked like he was ready to run. “I’m going to cut two of your fingers off for your stupidity and next time, it’ll be your head. Grab this nigga.” The nigga was crying and squirming and shit, but Blacc had a nice grip on the nigga.
I placed the wire cutter between his, index finger and snapped. “Awwwww oh god” His finger fell to the ground and blood flew everywhere. You could hear the cutters’ crunch the bone and rip straight through the skin. I grabbed his middle finger and did the same thing. I heard nothing from the little nigga because he passed out.
Once his fingers were on the ground, I told Blacc to clean the shit up and give Shawn back his fingers as a reminder after he patched the youngster up. “Let that nigga see this aint no fucken joke and we take shit serious.” I picked up my money and walked back up the old stairs that looked like they could fall in at any given moment.
CHAPTER FOUR
DJ MADE IT back to his room and just sat there looking at the doll that he had as a reminder of Daisy. He would find out what happened to his daughter and whoever did it will feel pain they thought only hell could give out.
DJ never used guns at all. He played with knives and stars and shit like that. He was on some other shit that nigga’s wasn’t even on or even thought about. He was a true killing machine and was taught to do this type of skill and was very good. He pulled out his bag and laid all the contents on the bed. He had all types of knives and he even had a sword. He thought he would never have to kill again, but he was wrong and just starred at all the knives on the bed. He grabbed the two daggers, the Morning star, eight Chinese stars, and his Tanto sword, which was one to two feet long. He had to go find some new clothes and knew where the Salvation Army was located. But he needed to find out who knew his daughter and what the word was on the street. He put all the knives up that he would be taking with him that night. That’s the only time he worked and that was the best time to kill.
He made his way outside where all the young guys were at doing what they did best. DJ wanted to talk to someone, but he didn’t know who would point him in the right direction.
He stood there just looking and heard some say, “Old school! What’s up?” One of the young playa’s who saw DJ in action earlier called to him. He was leaning against a Cadillac that kept giving off different colors and DJ was tripping off of it.
DJ went over to the young cat and looked at the girls with him. He hoped his Daisy wasn’t out here in the streets like these young girls. Their asses were hanging out from under the small shorts they had on and their breasts were pressed against the tight shirts they rocked.
“You said you were looking for your daughter? Well, who is she? As you can see I’m pretty good with the ladies around here.”
Looking at the young nigga then back at the young girls made DJ angry. He hoped and prayed his daughter wasn’t in the streets like this and said “Did you know Daisy Johnson?”
The boy took the blunt out of his mouth and looked at DJ then said, “Yeah! I knew her. That’s fucked up what happened to her. Don’t tell me that she was your daughter.”
DJ didn’t answer the question, he just said, “Point me in the right direction and you won’t have to worry about me saying shit about you.” The girls were looking at the 6’7'' man and were scared for the one he was looking for because he had a lot to share with them.
The young kid looked at the girls who were on him like a young rap star and said, “Why don’t you girls go over there and get back with me in a few. Come on School, get in and let’s ride.”
“My name is Tuffy,” and stuck his hand out for a grip. I took his hand and told him my name. Tuffy said, “You know where Harmony Dwellings is at right?”
I said, “Yeah the projects down by the tracks.”
Tuffy said, “Yeah! Well, this nigga who they say did it runs in those projects and he has some guys who run with him. They push dope out of there and they wild down there. They were saying Daisy was down on 2nd and the nigga was trying to push up on her, but she wasn’t having it. The nigga felt he was being played in front of his crew and you know how that turned out.” Tuffy looked at DJ and saw the anger in his face and death in his eyes. They rolled up to 7th Avenue and Tuffy stopped at a small store. “Hold up, let me grab a juice and a pack of squares.”
DJ had his mind already together and he was ready to act on it. DJ said, “Before you leave, what’s the name of the nigga?”
Tuffy had the door opened and was about to close it before he stuck his head back in and said, “His name is Billy Blonco.” He closed the door and ran into the store without a second thought. When Tuffy came back to the car, DJ was nowhere to be found. The car was empty and Tuffy knew from the look on his face that it was on.
DJ walked to the Salvation Army and purchased the items that he needed and made it back to the motel in no time. He sat on the lopsided bed and did his ritual as he did before he killed in the field of battle. He always cleared his mind and let all his emotions seep out of his mouth as he did his breathing techniques. You had to have a cold heart to do what he did and you could never work on emotions because it’d cause you to make mistakes and mistakes caused you to get fucked up. That’s why nigga’s get caught lying on their backs because they wanted to play but never wanted to follow the rules.
DJ put on the black clothes he bought and the used boots he found in the store. He grabbed all his knives he would need for the night and made his way to the Harmony projects. He knew about the projects and out of the five in the city, this was the worse one. That meant nothing to him and somebody was going to get fucked up tonight. He could see the cars pulling in and out of the projects as he approached. Young nigga’s were all over the place and the face that DJ wore, told everyone a story they didn’t want to hear. There were three entrances into the spot and he chose to go right down the middle.
He spotted some young girls and they also spotted him. For being 42, DJ looked in his late 20’s early 30’s because of the way he stayed in shape. He was a very handsome dark skinned man and the young girls liked what they saw.
“Damn! You fine as fuck,” one girl just blurted out, which caught DJ’s attention. “Who you looking for chocolate?”
DJ said, “I’m looking for Billy Blonco. Do you know where I can find him? I would really appreciate it.”