Derrick Johnson

Cut Throat Mafia


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burning through his clothes with nothing but lust. One of the girls said, “He’s over in the playground with his boys. What you want with him? You can come over here and play with us.”

      He just ignored the rest of the shit they were saying and headed to the destination he was searching for. He wanted to get at this nigga and make him feel all the pain and hurt he gave him. Plus he would give him some extra.

      As he walked into the field leading to the playground, he saw about five nigga’s by the swings drinking. His target had to be one of them and he would kill all five to make sure he got the right one. He pulled out one of the daggers and four of the Chinese stars before they even seen him walking towards them.

      One of the thugs saw the big shadow approaching and said, “Yo Homie, we don’t got no action, so you can walk the other way.”

      DJ guessed they were talking about dope, but he kept coming and right when he was getting close, he asked who Billy Blonco was.

      Three of the five rose up and were trying to figure out who was asking the questions. Once the figure started getting bigger with each step, they went right for their shit. One went into his pants and nervously dropped whatever he was trying to pull out. When the kid bent down, DJ fired off one of the stars that caught the young boy in the middle of his head. The force DJ threw with it caused him to fall right on his ass. The swift piece of metal went through the boy’s skin, which penetrated his skull and brain. The others looked in disbelief by the time they turned around the other two standing up got the same in return. A tall kid was going inside his jacket but got hit in the throat and found himself gagging trying to get the strange object out that left a burning sensation. He staggered back and fell to the ground with blood pumping out of his mouth. He was looking at the sky and the stars as they faded away. The third one had his gun out but before he could pull the trigger he seen something coming right at him. He never had the chance to get out of the way and was caught right in the eye with the flying object. Blood jumped out his face with the quickness of a wild cat, which froze the other two boys.

      DJ made his way to the two boys and said one more time, “Who is Billy Blonco?”

      No one said shit because they were still fucked up by what they just witnessed. DJ had the daggers in his hand and the size of his mitts hid the small sword. DJ went for the closest one to him and grabbed the hair of the young man and was ready to stick the dagger in his throat, but the kid spoke up.

      “He’s Billy right there. Please don’t kill me. Please Mister.”

       The coward pissed in his pants and was crying, DJ had seen this plenty of times. The other kid got up and started running for the basketball court where some other people were. Before he could make it to the basketball court, DJ fired the dagger and watched it as it tumbled in the air finding its target. The dagger hit Billy right in the back of his thigh, which caused him to fall and scream at the same time. DJ walked with style to the screaming kid because nothing had mattered to him but getting the one who took his baby away.

      DJ pulled out the other remaining dagger he had, plus a thin piece of wire that had two hard plastic ends on it. He walked to the crawling boy as a crowd of people drew closer to the screams.

      “What do you want with me? Why are you doing this to me, you bitch ass nigga.”

      DJ ignored the crowd of people gathering and the small statement of him being some type of bitch and went to finish the job he started. “You killed my daughter and now you're about to pay with your life.”

       The boy was lying on his side and said, “Wait! Who the fuck you talking about? I aint killed no one.”

      DJ said, “Daisy, you little punk. You took all I had left in this world and now I’m going to take something from you.”

      Billy was stuck for a minute and didn’t know what to do, so he got fly since he knew he was about to die.

      “Yeah! I killed the little bitch, she should have played her position, but she refused so I.....” Before he could get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth, he was stopped by the cold metal he felt go down his windpipe. As Billy was talking and saying the things that hurt DJ’s ears, he threw the dagger right in Billy’s mouth. Blood was bubbling and oozing out of the corner of Billy’s mouth as he tried to grab hold of the handle and pull the dagger out. DJ flipped the wounded young kid over to his stomach and put the thin wire around the squirming kid’s neck and with a quick tug the crowd of people all screamed. The thin wire went through Billy’s neck like hot piss on top of snow. Billy’s body lay motionless, while his head lay to the side showing eyes of emptiness. DJ got up and walked past the crowd of people who were still in shock, but DJ didn’t care nothing about that. He had to get his things and get out of town. He headed back to the motel with something on his face that only occurred twice and that was, another smile.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      SPLIF CAME WALKING into the private room where me and the crew met up at to discuss business. I was sitting in a big leather chair behind a red oak desk while Blacc sat on the couch drinking on an orange juice. Turtle was sitting next to Blacc who was from the same projects as Blacc. He was a thug and liked to go off the end on everything and that’s where we were headed. Alfonso and his people were from Mendoza, Argentina south of Chile and he was the son of a major drug family who supported most of the West Coast and some of the South. We had some other options to fuck with, but those nigga’s were trying to get my business too much and I didn’t like that one bit. Nigga’s might have been trying to set me up or tie me up but no matter what the case was I wasn’t fucking with it.

      Me and Splif sat together, while Shell and Blacc sat together. “Stomach, what you think about fucken with these nigga’s out here?”

      I was trying to open up one of those bags of peanuts you get on the flight and it was hard as hell. I looked over at Splif and said, “I’m on whatever my nigga. That’s why we’re making this flight. I’m hoping everything comes out good. If not, then we’re on another flight to Atlanta.”

      I turned back around and continued to open up the bag of nuts that was giving me a lot of trouble. I tugged, pulled, and even bit down on the bag to try to get to its hidden treasures. “Fuck this shit.” I threw the bag in the middle walkway and Splif laughed at what I did or maybe because I couldn’t open the stupid bag.

      When we got off the flight, we went straight for the front doors where Fonso said someone would be waiting on us. When we got outside, there was a big white man standing next to a black Suburban, that could have took a washing before coming to pick us up. But we weren’t there for that, we were there to make a deal go down and that’s it.

      We rode for about a half hour until we were in some desert atmosphere, where there was nothing but sand, cactus, and dry heat. This was strange because it was different than where I was from. Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful without a doubt. It's just crazy how beautiful the world is and how God constructed it. I was snapped back into reality when we started to pull into the courtyard connected to a big home. The truck had made its final stop and the doors were opened by another big man, this time the same color as me and the crew. We all jumped out of the truck and were greeted by Fonso, who was dressed in white silk matching his white teeth.

      “Hello my good friend. I see you brought your friends just as you said.” He greeted all of them with a warm smile and a firm hand shake. He looked at Shell like he wanted to eat her and she felt it too, but she was use to that look and ignored it with a smile. “Let’s go in and see what kind of car I can sell you and your friends.”

      Once in the house, I was taken aback by the statues and waterfall he had in the center of the house. There were marble floors and paintings that looked like they cost more than some of the houses in my area. A small lady came in with a tray of drinks in her left hand offering them to us. I chose to not accept because I wasn’t so big on drinking and on top of that, I wasn’t drinking something I never seen get poured. I saw the smile on Fonso’s face after I didn't accept the drink and he must have read my mind. “Jamel, why don’t you come with me, while your friends relax in here?”

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