Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 (3 page)

Dro

“Let’s get this shit done, E,” I said to Eric, who walked back in the room where these two chickens were being held. Eric and I got a quick story about what these two had done throughout my boss man’s lady’s life earlier on the phone, and he knew it would add fuel to the fire making Eric and I have pleasure in directing the torture and execution of these sick fucks.

Eric and I walked up to the boys we brought with us, Sean and Jay.

“Get to work,” we said to them, and they walked to the back of the room, picking up a broom and breaking it in half. All of us laid Kenneth down on his stomach and pulled down his shorts. They took the broomstick and shoved it up his ass, causing him to scream out in pure agony.

“We’ll be back in about ten minutes.” Eric and I wasn’t into watching that shit. We walked outside and smoked a couple of blunts until our ten minutes were up, and we headed back into the warehouse. When we got back into the room, Kenneth was passed out with blood coming from his backside. I kicked him.

“Wake up, muhfucka.” Eric walked over to Candice, or whatever her name was, and took her hands out of the handcuffs.

“Don’t try no shit. Do exactly what we tell you to do, or I will paint the walls with your fucking brains,” Eric said, pushing her towards Kenneth.

“Here,” I said, giving her a knife. Sean and Jay pulled his pants down. She looked at me, and I raised my eyebrow at her. “Cut it the fuck off.”

She started cutting, and all of us backed up to the door just in case the shit got messy. About 30 minutes later and with the help of Jay and Sean, Kenneth’s penis was cut all the way off.

“Finish him,” I told Jay, handing him a gun. Jay unloaded on him, and his lifeless body fell straight to the ground. Eric directed Sean and Jay to do to Candice what Rayna had asked, and they started the process.

“Let us know when you’re done,” we said, walking out of the room and hearing her screams throughout the warehouse. After about 15 minutes, we walked back into the room. Sean and Jay were pulling up their pants. I assume they took turns on her.

“So how much are we getting paid for this again?” asked Sean. I pulled out my gun and in one quick motion, I shot them both in the head. Their bodies went stiff and fell straight to the ground.

“Unloyal niggas gets nothing.”

Eric called the clean-up crew to get rid of the mess and evidence. After cuffing Candice to a wall in a different room with no windows and a door that only unlocked from the outside, we left the warehouse. It had been a good day.

Chapter 4:

1 month later...  

Gena

“Kay, stop playing before I beat the shit out of you,” I said, straight facing him. I hated to be tickled, and he had my foot in his hand tickling me. We were at his house chilling. Kenyah was with her dad until tomorrow, so mommy had free time. Slick and I had barely talked since that day at the hospital, unless he was asking to get Kenyah or giving me money for her. I honestly didn’t need his money because I made my own on top of what Ace paid us. I just put all of it in a bank account for her when she gets older. Kay and I had been spending a lot of time together since I got out of the hospital. Him and I hadn’t taken it to the next level, but I just appreciated having a friend.

“What you wanna eat tonight?” he asked, looking at his phone.

“I don’t know, I was thinking Chops Lobster Bar. That place gives my belly so much life,” I said.

“Don’t start drooling, girl.”

“Damn, let’s go.”

“Shut up, ugly,” I said, getting off the floor. I started walking and felt myself tripping.

“Nigga, I know you didn’t just tip me.”

“Don’t be calling me ugly, Yolk head ass girl.”

We arrived at the restaurant about forty-five minutes later, and were seated by a host.

“Here are your menus, and your waitress will be with you shortly.” I watched Kay run his hand through his curls at the top of his head.

“I gotta get a haircut tomorrow.”

“I like your curls, but I agree; ain’t nothing like a fresh temp fade.”

“Girl, shut up talking like you know something.”

“Whatever, Kaleb,” the waitress came to the table.

“Hello, my name is Krystal and I’ll be your waitress tonight.

“Can I get you some drinks?” she asked, directing her attention only on Kaleb.

I cleared my throat, “You mean can you get US some drinks?”

“Yea, that’s what I meant.”

“Well speak that shit then.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Oh hell nah, go get your manager please.” She walked off in the direction of the back; soon after, a tall black man walked to our table, and I explained to him everything that had transpired between the two of us since she walked to our table.

“We’ve had this same problem with her for the longest, and I told her that next time something like this occurred she would be terminated.”

“You don’t have to go that far.”

“No ma’am, it’s unacceptable.”

I watched him call the girl to the table.

“Krystal, I told you what would happen if this occurred again, didn’t I?” She put her head down.

“Mr. Brown, I have two kids whose father is dead. I can’t lose my job.”

“Well you should have thought about that. Please give me your name tag and apron, and leave the premises.”

I instantly felt bad watching the girl walk out. I grabbed my purse and walked out, finding her on a bench crying her eyes out. I bent down next to her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would go that far.” I dug in my purse and pulled out a napkin, which she gladly took. I pulled out my checkbook and wrote on a check, tearing it off.

“What do you like to do?”

“I want to go to cosmetology school.”

“Why don’t you?” I asked.

“Because although I can get financial benefits to pay for my schooling, I still have to work long hours to provide for my kids.”

“Here,” I said, handing her a check. She looked at it, her eyes getting huge.

“One-hundred thousand dollars? This must be a joke.”

“No, it’s not. I want you to enroll in school and provide your kids with a better life without having to worry about working. Sometimes people just need a chance and some help. I’m giving you that. Don’t you dare let your kids down. Take my number and call me when you finish school.”

“Can I hug you?” she asked, and I nodded my head. “I’m so sorry I was rude to you.”

“It’s okay, you just learn a lesson from this. You can be blessed by the same people who you have wronged, but it won’t always happen that way. You’re a little less stressed now, so you need to take a more positive attitude in whatever you do.”

“Thank you so much,” she said before I turned and walked back into the restaurant. I know one hundred thousand dollars seems like a lot of money to give a stranger, but there is much more where that came from. I looked at Kay.

“I already know what you just did. How much?”

“One hundred thousand.”

“Oh okay, I’ll replace it when I go by the bank in the morning.”

“Well if you insist. Who am I to say no?” I said, smirking.

“I can’t deal with you, Gena,” he said laughing. “I ordered you some steak, lobster, and shrimp with a side salad if that’s okay. I was hungry, and I was not about to wait for your generous ass to come back to order.”

“Shut up.”

After dinner, we headed back to Kay’s. We walked in the door, and I collapsed onto the couch.

“I’m so full and sleepyyyy.”

I heard Kay chuckling. He walked up the stairs, and I decided to follow him. He walked into his room. I had never been in there before. It was beautiful; it had a brown and tan theme with a couple different colors thrown in here and there. I sat down on his bed and instantly fell in love. His California King sized bed felt like it was made out of clouds. I slowly laid down.

“Yea, it has that effect on me too,” he said, looking at me smiling.

“Bruh, I’m finna fall out,” I said yawning.

“Well, I don’t want you driving feeling like that, so I think you should just sleep it off,” he said, taking off his shirt and laying down next to me. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone started to ring. I saw Slick’s name and I wasn’t gonna answer, but he has my baby so I had to.

“Hello”, I said sighing.

“So you staying the night with that nigga?” I rolled my eyes.

“Boy, what do yo annoying ass want?”

“Watch yo mouth, Gena. I done let you have yo lil’ fun, but you better not give my pussy away or I swear, I’m gon’ fuck you and that nigga up.” Kay grabbed the phone.

“Nigga, what the fuck do you want?” I heard Slick start going off; Kay hung up on him and laid down next to me.

“Imma have to kill that nigga,” he said sighing. “I don’t want it to go that far, Kenyah is always going to need her father,” I told him.

“Yea, well he better learn what the fuck boundaries are.”

“Yeah, you got something I can put on so I can shower?” I asked. 

“Yeah, go out my door and down the hallway to the second door on the right; when my little sister visits, that’s her room. Ya’ll bout the same size,” Kay answered.

“Alright,” I said, getting up and going to get the clothes. I was hoping that Kay didn’t try anything tonight because I didn’t think I was ready to move on with anybody yet. I laid down next to him, but I realized I couldn’t do it.

“Kay, I gotta go,” I said before I ran out of his room.

Rayna

“Ahleya, leave mommy’s face alone,” I said, looking at her chunky little giggly self. “Ace, I’m almost done planning her first birthday party.”

“Yeah, my baby will be one in three months. Time really flies. I don’t want her to grow up,” he said, playing with her feet and making her chuckle.

“Well me either, but I knew this day would come sooner or later. We just have to do everything in our power to make sure she’s safe. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her.”

“I feel the same way.”

“Ace, I’m ready to see Candice.”

“You sure?”

“Nigga, didn’t I just say…”

“Don’t get the fuck smart,” he said, getting out of the bed. I got out of the bed and got Ahleya dressed to go to Mrs. Camila’s house. After Ahleya was dressed, I went into my closet and put on some black yoga pants, a grey sleeveless shirt, and some black Timbs. I put my hair in a bun at the top of my head and decided not to put any jewelry on. I put the ring Ace gave me in my jewelry box.

“You ready?” Ace asked me.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

After dropping Ahleya off with Mrs. Camila, Ace drove for about 30 minutes before we arrived at a warehouse. It was dark and rundown looking on the outside, but the three street lights surrounding it made it a little brighter. We walked inside, and it looked totally different than how the outside looked. It was bright with fresh paint and nice tiled floors, a couple couches, but that’s about it.

“Where is she?”

“In the basement, I think. Eric and Dro been checking in on her. Actually, they should be down there now.” He gave me a mask to put over my nose, and he put one on too and opened the door. We started walking down the stairs.

“It’s so fuckin stank,” I said.

“I know.” I saw his boy Dro giving Candice a glass of water while Eric looked at something on his phone.

“Wassup ya’ll boys,” he said, dapping them up.

“Nothing much, just checking in on her. Making sure she stays alive,” Dro said nonchalantly. 

“Preciate it.”

“it’s nothing,” Eric replied to him.

“We got it from here. I’ll hit ya’ll boys up when we leave,” he said to them.

“Cool,” they both said before turning to leave.

“If you want an apology, you ain’t getting one from me, little bitch,” Candice said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“I don’t want shit from you, Candice.” I got closer to her and covered my nose “You fuckin stink,” I said, looking at her with a smile on my face. “Get up.”

She got up and I pushed her up the stairs. We walked into the garage portion of the warehouse where they keep old cars. I grabbed the high pressure hose and started spraying her. She was slipping and sliding everywhere. I know getting revenge is not the right thing to do, but after letting this woman torture me for so long I can’t help myself. After 10 minutes of wetting that ass up, I decided I was bored so I stopped.

“Here,” I gave her some beat up clothes with holes in them for her to put on. After she changed into them, I directed her back down to the basement. “Sit down. Gain your strength cause you’re gonna need it. I’ll be back.” I went back up the stairs and walked in the direction of Ace’s voice.

“What the fuck do you mean he’s my baby? I was strapped when we fucked, and now you trying to pin a baby on me two years later, Karen? You really got me fucked up to the point where I’m not even finna stress this bullshit,” I heard him end the call. I waited a couple seconds before I walked in.

“Wassup baby?” he asked, looking up.

“Nothing, just hosed her off. Letting her rest.”

“So what are you gonna do?” he asked me.

“I don’t know, Ace. I hate the things that she did, and the things that she allowed happen to me, but that’s still my mom. I feel kinda bad.”

“Well it’s up to you; she can stay alive, but all I know is she ain’t getting the fuck back into society. She saw us murder Kenneth,” he said, looking at me.

“Let’s go back down,” I stated.

Ace

I walked back down the stairs with Rayna where her mother was sitting on the floor.

“Candice.”

“Rayna.”

“Tell me why.”

“Why what, Rayna?”

“Tell me why you beat me and allowed Kenneth to rape me. Tell me why.”

“No thank you,” Candice answered. Rayna back handed her and when I looked up, Candice’s mouth was bleeding.

“When I get back, you need to be ready to answer that. I’ll give you some time to get your words together. Let's go,” she said, walking up the stairs. I followed, and we left the warehouse.

We walked back into our house and sat down in the kitchen.

“I don’t know where to go from here, baby,” Rayna said, looking at me with sad eyes.

“I know that’s your mom Rayna, but she gotta go, she has seen way too much.” She shook her head before the doorbell rang. “Hold up,” I said before walking to the door, grabbing my gun in the process. I opened the door, but nobody was there. I noticed a piece of paper on the doormat, and it read
“you thought you had me.”
This shit had Mark written all over it.

“Rayna, let's go. I gotta go meet Slick and I ain’t leaving you here.”

We drove to Slick’s house, and I knocked on the door. He came to the door and let us in.

“Wassup man,” he said, dapping me up.

“Look at this shit,” I said, handing him the paper.

“What the fuck?” he said, looking at me crazy.

“This shit has to be Mark. That nigga still out there.” The door opened, and in walked Gena.

“What the fuck I done told you about walking in my shit like that?”

“Boy shut the fuck up, where my baby? Hey ya’ll, what ya’ll doing here?” she asked once she realized we were in the room.

“They think Mark sent them a threat, girl,” Rayna said, waving her hand.