you in that jail cell with me-was you?”
“No-you decided to take on a damn job I told you not to take in the first damn place!,” Kelly nearly screams.
“You were supposed to be here-you and Benjamin both.”
“No-not the “Blood Brothers-Righter of Wrongs’”.
Kelly stops talking, feeling her heart beat in her ears. The only person keeping her from slapping her husband’s face is Sally’s gentle stroke on her shoulders.
“Look-a hur, you bring them back to me-one at a time, tied up in twos-or in trunks. But I want them alive and on this damn table.”
“Dicks and balls in the goddamn air!,” Kelly yells.
Quickly, Sally crosses her self like the good catholic she tries to be, rushing from the room, probably to pray.
“On this very table, that is where I will take my retribution for myself as well as that girl.”
“We both gon’ have what we have com’in.”
“Do I make myself perfectly crystal mutha-fuck’in clear?,” the pretty lady of the house sneers. Fuming, Kelly’s red lips twist into a grimace that even makes Benjamin shudder as he looks up .
Both men nod, looking back at their quickly cooling beef stew, its remnants resembling something else entirely.
“Slick, I tell ya this naw’ boy. If you don’t do as I tell you, you can count yourself a single man,” Kelly mocks.
Slick has had enough, suddenly standing up quickly. “Naw hold on hur’ woman!”
Quickly, nose to nose, Kelly eyeballs the killer back in his seat.
“No you hold on hur.”
“My word is my word, and as a woman it is all I have.”
“I talked to that woman’s mama. I made promise to her that I would get the type of revenge that will set her heart at ease. You gon’ do as I say!,” Kelly orders.
“Naw!-” Slick starts right as Kelly pounds her fist on their beautiful oak table, the fine silverware trembling.
“Who got the pussy!?”.......she mutters.
Benjamin nearly snickers, looking into Kelly’s angry eyes, suddenly scared. Simmered down instantly, Slick slowly sits, nodding.
“Yeah-I see ya point baby,” he smiles sweetly. “If thats what ya’ want consida’ it done big mama.”
Benjamin looks around as Sally peeks back in, Kelly motioning the sensitive young woman over, having her clear the table. The lady-of-the-house sits back, eyeing her wedding ring, a perfect antique diamond solitaire passed down through her family, looking over to Slick, the love of her life.
Kelly smiles gently, the anger passing. “I’m sorry for my language. A lady should never use such words,” she coos, demure and lovely as ever.
Nodding, each understanding, the men watch as Kelly rises, helping Sally clear the plates and uneaten food.
After all is done, both women leave for the kitchen, leaving Benjamin and Slick to themselves.
After awkward glances to each other, sure the coast is clear, the boys start to speak.
“Well dammnn....,” Benjamin whispers.
“She was hot as firecrack’a on summ’a asphalt.”
“Shut the hell up negro fo’ ya’ get hur’ start’d ‘gain,” Slick sneers, about to chuckle.
As both men sit back in their chairs, they expect for Kelly to arrive back at the table. She does not, the young woman has called it a night.
The beauty is upset, tended to by Sally, saying all she is to say. Time to let men do what men are going to do.
“So how we gon’ do this?,” Benjamin whispers, thinking Kelly and Sally are still in the nearby kitchen.
Slick nods, trying to peep around the corner from his seat. “I got men already watch’in Ole man McClaren and all his bastu’ds,” he whispers, pouring a glass of wine. “In fact, yo’ kno’ they watch’in our every move.”
Benjamin nods, the comment making him suddenly laugh, pouring himself a glass of port as well. The creole curiously sniffs at the fine crystal glass, not pleased. He is not really a wine man. “Noth’in gets past those devil eyes of yu’rs huh?”
Slick laughs, his bright blue eyes sparkling. “Shhhhhh-iiiittt, not if I want to stay ‘bove fuck’in ground negro - best tha’ fo’ so.”
Benjamin grins, nodding as he sips. Hit men all have one thing in common, its a sixth sense they develop through the art of taking the lives of others for money. Some say it maybe the devil protecting his own, giving these harbingers of death an advantage over others.
Others that benefit from the revenge, the powerless, ultimate wrongs made right, they say its God sending Archangel Michael to guard those that vet out the almighty’s justice, his soldiers.
What one sees as an angel, another sees as a devil, a perfect analogy for Benjamin and Slick.
Listening to his half brother speak about their plan, benjamin's eyebrow raises, enjoying the fine wine, surprised. “How long?,” he asks, changing the subject slightly.
“A whole week naw’,” Slick says, thinking back.
“They started Sunday, tail’in me and tha’ misses all tha’ way home fru’m a family get-together’. Kelly saw’em befo’ I did fo’ sure.”
“That’s my girl,” he says with pride, taking a swallow.
After some time, the men say nothing, Slick peeking for Kelly on occasion. Benjamin rises, closing curtains that are open to the street below. His partner’s comments are making him more and more paranoid, as if death crawling up one’s spine.
“So how we gon’ do this. I seem to keep repeat’in my fuck’in self son.” the creole smiles.
Slick laughs, looking past his buddy, making sure that his wife is not eavesdropping. “Naw, not at all play’a.”
“And for that dick and ball snip’in shi.”
“We aint do’in all that. Trust me fo’sho.
“That’s the quickest way to be labeled a queer son.”
Grinning, Benjamin pours another glass of fine port. “Tha’ fuck we aint son.”
“If that’s what Kelly wants, give tha’ gu’d pussy wha’ she wants negro.”
“Besides-shhhiiiiiitt -- we aint do’in the snip’in at all,” the creole grins.
Hearing his partner, the blue eyed thug’s face contorts into a curious grin. “Yeah-I guess ya’ right. Anyways boy..tha’ plan is this,” Slick whispers a playful mock.
Benjamin cuts his partner off with a raised eyebrow.
“What tha’ fuck you just say, ya slaber-mouth'd devil eyed honkey?”
Slick laughs, snickering in his rim of his glass. “ I called you a boy.....nigg’a...”
“I see ya’ want ta’ do this by ya’ self Slick,” Benjamin leers, about to rise, right as his partner motions for him to sit down.
“How long have we known