A Gangsta Twist Saga (43 page)

Pitt couldn't fucking believe his eyes. No matter what Leo and Tru did to their captive, G, he took it with a scream and a big-ass smile. Though he was in tremendous pain, G refused to give Pitt the information he desired.

“Listen, you fucker! Why are you making this so damn hard on yourself? You're going to die anyway!” screamed a very frustrated Pitt.

After catching his breath from Leo and Tru's torture, G smiled, spit out a mouthful of blood and said, “Watching you sit there and squirm gives me strength, Mr. Big Man. I'm gon' take whatever your boys got to give. You ain't gettin' shit outta me. I'm goin' to my grave, yeah, that's true. But I'm goin' to die with the satisfaction that you never got what you wanted outta me.”

Leo slapped the shit out of G and started back with his torturing. He stuck an ice pick straight through the top of G's right kneecap. Leo smiled as he watched G scream over and over. G screamed but he never broke down. That infuriated Leo. He then untied G's hands and pushed him to the floor. With G's feet still tied Leo wasn't worried about him going anywhere, especially with an ice pick stuck in his knee.

“I got somethin' for your ass, nigga,” Leo said seriously as he pulled the ice pick out of G's kneecap and put it into his back pocket. He pulled G's pants down around his ankles and told Tru, “Go into the kitchen and grab me one of those pot scrubbers. If this don't break this nigga, then nothin' will.”

As Tru went inside the kitchen to get the pot scrubber, Pitt asked, “What are you going to do now, Leo?”

“You'll see,” Leo said as he grabbed a bottle of vodka out a bag that he had set on the floor when they first came inside of the house. Tru came back into the room and gave Leo the pot scrubber. Leo smiled and said, “Let's see how you handle a li'l ass-play. Tru, spread that nigga's ass cheeks for me.”

“What? Man, I ain't fuckin' wit' dat nigga's ass!” yelled True.

Pitt smiled and ordered Tru, “Do it, nigga. Earn your fucking money.”

“Give me some fuckin' gloves or somethin'! I ain't about to be touchin' that nigga's ass! Fuck your money! I don't get down like that, Pitt.”

Pitt laughed and said, “I thought you liked to use your damn hands on your victims.”

“Fuck you, Pitt!”

They all started laughing as Leo passed a pair of leather gloves to Tru and said, “Here you go, you old soft-ass nigga.”

Tru accepted the gloves and said, “Ain't nothin' soft 'bout me, youngsta, and you damn well know it.” Tru then slid on the gloves and knelt down next to G and did as Leo told him to. After Tru had spread G's ass cheeks wide open, Leo sat next to him on the floor and began to rub the metal pot scrubber up and down the inside of G's ass.

G screamed louder than he had since he'd been held captive. The excruciating pain that he was absorbing was incredible. He prayed that they would end it for him soon, but he knew in his heart that they were going to keep on until he broke down. He was loyal to Won and he would die before he broke down. Won warned him when he accepted the million dollars for handling his business that it could get dangerous for him. So this was what Won had warned him about.
I guess I'm going to die, but I'm not breaking my promise to Won for nothing,
G told himself just as Leo poured the entire bottle of vodka down G's raw asshole. G screamed as the liquid burned his tortured body. His body could no longer take any more abuse, and went limp as he slipped into a state of shock.

“Ain't this a bitch! What the fuck are we going to do now?” screamed Pitt.

Leo shrugged his shoulders and said, “Man, he's one tough muthafucka, Pitt. We're going to just have to keep working his ass. Sooner or later he will break.”

Pitt shook his head and said, “He has to, Leo. He has to.”

 

 

Just as the sun was setting, there was a knock at Taz's front door. Taz, who had just finished getting dressed in all-black army fatigues, finished tying the laces to his black leather Tims, grabbed his bulletproof vest and walked downstairs to see who was knocking at his door. He smiled sadly when he saw that it was Sacha. He opened the door and said, “What up, Li'l Mama? Where's your key?”

Sacha entered his home and said, “I must have left it at the house, because I can't seem to find it.” She focused on what Taz had on and said, “Please tell me that there is something that I can say that will stop you from going out there and doing something crazy tonight, baby.”

“Bo-Pete's dead, Sacha. Do you hear me? He's dead! There is no way in this fuckin' world I'm gon' let them niggas get away with killin' my nigga! No fuckin' way!”

“What if they kill you? What if you get caught and go to jail for the rest of your life? What am I going to do then? What is the baby going to do without a father? Think, Taz! Don't do this to yourself! Don't do this to us!” she screamed.

Taz listened to his fiancée's pleas, and it hurt him deeply, but he refused to let her affect his decision. His mind was made up. It was as simple as that. “I ain't gon' die, Li'l Mama, and I ain't goin' in nobody's cage. I will die before I let some shit like that go down. If it's meant for me to go be with MiMi, then so be it. The cowards that did this to my man have to die! Every last one of them!”

Sacha grabbed a hold of her stomach with her right hand and said, “I need to sit down. You're stressing the hell out of me, Taz.”

He followed her inside of the den and watched as she sat down on the couch. She stared at him and asked, “So, you're going to completely disregard me and the baby?”

Before he could answer her question, there was a knock at his front door. He turned and went and let Keno and Red inside of the house.

When they returned to the den, Sacha saw that both Keno and Red were dressed exactly as Taz, in all black. Taz sighed as he grabbed a black duffel bag with the weapons they were about to use inside of it. Red went downstairs and came back with the assault rifles, as well as silencers for their pistols.

As Taz screwed a silencer onto his 9 mm, he said, “You should go on home, Li'l Mama. I don't know how late I'll be tonight.”

Shaking her head no, she said, “I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you get back . . . that is if you make it back.”

Taz stepped to her, kissed her on her forehead and said, “I'll be back, Li'l Mama. That's a promise.” He turned toward Red and Keno and said, “Let's do this.”

Just as they made it to the front door, Taz stopped suddenly as if he had forgotten something. He turned and yelled, “Heaven, Precious! Come!” Both of the Dobermans that were lying down in the living room came running toward their master. They stopped and stood at Taz's feet and awaited for their next command. Taz smiled and said, “Come!” and they followed him, Red, and Keno out of the house.

Once they were all inside of an all-black Suburban, Taz watched as his dogs climbed inside of the truck and sat down in the third back seat. He smiled and said, “They might come in handy tonight. Where did you get this truck, Red? It looks brand-new.”

Red turned the ignition and started the Suburban, and said, “A friend of mine at the Chevy dealership owed me a favor. He heard about Bo-Pete, so he looked out. When we're through, I'll give him a call and he'll report it stolen.”

Taz nodded and said, “Good thinkin'.”

Precious and Heaven were sitting in the back of the SUV, relaxing as if they knew that they were about to go on the kill. Keno smiled at the dogs and said, “Damn, dog! Look at them! It's like they know we're about to go huntin'.”

Taz smiled and said, “They do. Let's go.”

 

 

Clifford was sitting on his bed sweating bullets.
Taz and the rest of his crew are going to come at me hard now. I have to get the fuck out of this house. I know Sacha told them where I live by now,
he thought to himself as he got up and started packing some clothes inside of a gym bag. Just as he finished packing, the telephone rang. “Hello.”

“Hi, baby. Whatcha doing?” asked Tazneema.

“I've just finished packing, baby. I was about to call you to let you know that I have to go to Dallas for an interview. I'll be gone for a few days,” he lied.

“Interview? Dallas? Why are you trying to get a job way out in Texas, Cliff?”

“Because it seems like they're the only ones willing to pay me what I'm worth. To tell you the truth, I'm tired of the city anyway. It's time for a change.”

“But what about me? You're just going to up and leave me?”

“Come on now, you know better than that. Once you're back on your feet, you can come and stay with me.”

“What about school? I still have to finish, Cliff.”

“That's true. Look, OU isn't that far from Dallas. You could still finish school and come be with me on the weekends. And if it gets too hectic, I can always come up to Norman and spend some time with you during the week. I love you, 'Neema, and nothing is going to stop me from being with you. But I have to get back to work.”

“I understand. I just wish that there was someone here that would pay you what you're worth.”

“Me too, babe . . . me too. I'll give you a call as soon as I make it to a hotel, okay.”

“Okay. I'm going to do a little shopping tomorrow, so I'll call you on your cell while I'm out.”

“Out? Mama-Mama's actually letting you go out?”

Tazneema smiled and said, “Yeah. She told me that since I've been sneaking out of the house every other night, I might as well go on out and get ready to go back to school.”

“She knew?”

“Yep! And she didn't even say anything about it. That's just how Mama-Mama is. That's why I love her so much,” she said with a lot of pride in her voice.

“That's cool. Okay, baby, let me hit the road. I love you!”

“I love you too, Cliff,” Tazneema said and hung up the phone.

Clifford grabbed his bag and quickly left his home. For a minute there he actually thought Tazneema had called to stall him for her father.
Shit, I'm fucking paranoid for real!
he thought as he got inside of his car and pulled out of his driveway.

 

 

Taz, Red and Keno were driving slowly around 107 Hoover Crips' turf, looking for anyone who even resembled a gang member. Taz saw two Crips walking down the street and said, “There goes the first two. This is how I want to play this. We need to find out where that fool Cliff rests his head, 'cause once we start puttin' this shit down, he's goin' to get spooked and shake the spot. None of this will matter if we don't get the nigga who started it all.”

“I feel you. So, what's up?” asked Keno.

“You'll see,” Taz said as he turned toward the backseat of the truck and said, “Heaven, Precious.” Both dogs raised their heads, jumped over the seats and climbed out of the truck as Keno held the door open for them.

Taz stepped out of the SUV also and said, “Get 'em, girls!” Heaven and Precious took off running in the direction that their master was pointing.

The two young Crips weren't paying any attention to the two deadly Doberman Pinschers as they ran their way. By the time they noticed the dogs, it was too late. Precious attacked the first Crip's leg viciously, and Heaven did the same to the next Crip. They were screaming at the top of their lungs as Taz slowly walked up to them.

“Stand down, Heaven! Stand down, Precious!” Taz commanded. Both of the dogs stopped their attack and watched the two youngsters as they laid flat on their backs, crying uncontrollably. Taz smiled and said, “I'm gon' ask y'all one time, and one time only. Where does your big homeboy, C-Baby, live?”

“Ahhh, cuz, we don't know! That nigga just started comin' around a few months ago!” whined one of the Crips.

“That's on the real, loc! We don't know where that nigga live at!” the other Crip replied.

“You know what? I believe y'all. But y'all are goin' to have to give me somethin', or I'm gon' have to do y'all.”

“Come on, cuz. We ain't got no beef with you,” said the Crip who had spoken first.

“You see, that's where you're wrong. I got beef with
all
107 Hoovers. I know y'all know about my homeboy that got smoked last night. So either give me somethin' I can use, or I'm gon' lay y'all down. Or better yet, I'll let my girls here finish y'all off.”

“Cuz, all of this shit is because of Li'l Bomb! He wanted y'all dead because y'all did Do-Low!”

“Nah, loc, it was H-Hop too! He wanted to get y'all because of that nigga, C-Baby!” yelled the second Crip.

“All right, where can I find H-Hop and this Li'l Bomb nigga?”

“H-Hop stays out on the north side in the Highland Glen Apartments, apartment 1697, way in the back. You'll know if he's at home because his orange Cutlass will be parked right in front of his apartment building.”

“Li'l Bomb should be over on Lottie at the auto body shop right now. That's where he hangs out and serves his bud, loc.”

Taz smiled and said, “All right then, that's good lookin'. Now, I'll make this fast so y'all won't feel too much pain,” he said as he pulled out his silenced 9 mm.

“B-b-but you said that you wasn't gon' do us, cuz!” yelled the first Crip.

“Ye-yeah, you said we had to give you somethin', loc, and you wasn't gon' smoke us!” cried the other Crip.

Taz shook his head and said, “Y'all are Hoovers, so y'all gots to go.” He then shot both of the Crips right between their eyes. He turned and jogged back to the SUV, followed by his dogs.

Once he was inside of the truck and Red had pulled off, he said, “Head over to Twenty-third and Lottie. Park in front of that auto body shop that's across the street from that old steakhouse.”