Trap House (34 page)

As the door of the church opened, it was if nobody in the church was breathing. Mouths opened
in awe as a massive six-four, two hundred ninety pounds of muscle walked in, shackled from waist
to ankles, in a black suit. His braids were almost touching his chest and gold trims covering his
devilish grin. His eyes were like heartless bullets spraying though the crowd, finally finding their
targets; Twon and Qwon.

“Twon, it can’t be,” Qwon said, looking for the reassurance of his brother.

“Qwon, that’s our dad.”

It had been ten years since they’d seen their dad, and there he was shackled like an animal.
To them, he was the most powerful and dangerous man in America. It wasn’t always like that
though.

As a young boy, Tyler Scott chased behind his two brothers through the slums of the city. It was hard on
Grandma Scott raising three boys alone when death lied around every corner. As the boys got older, Grandma
Scott could barely keep up with their mischief. If it wasn’t one of them in trouble, it was all of them. Grandpa
Scott had been killed a year after Tyler was born. The rumor was that Grandpa Scott robbed banks for a living,
but the police could never prove it was him. The police caught him one night coming out of a bar and shot him
down, making it look like a robbery gone bad. Grandma always told her boys, “Y’all gonna end up dead just like
y’all daddy one day!” as if she were a scratched record. Soon, that song played its final tune.

“T”, short for Terell, was always a ladies’ man. He was the oldest of the three brothers and at
nineteen, he seemed to have every bitch in the city chasing his slim ass. That included the wife of
the city’s kingpin, Big Tony. Red was the quiet one of the brothers. He was two years younger than
T and only a year older than Tyler. They constantly told T to leave Big Tony’s wife alone, the whole
hood knew what was going on and it was only a matter of time before Big Tony found out. But,
there was no telling T shit, and he sure wasn’t going to take the advice of his younger brothers.

One day in the projects, his luck ran out as he stood by their building trying to talk some girl
out of her panties. He never heard death approaching in the form of Big Tony and his man, Slick.
The girl’s eyes grew big as if she’d seen a ghost over T’s shoulder. T never got to turn around as
gunfire ripped through the air. The first bullet exploded through the back of his skull, finding its
way out his mouth, and barely missing the female, who was screaming. Blood and brain matter
covered her face and clothes as T’s body crumpled to the ground filled with fire. Twelve more
bullets found their target as T’s soul left his body. Big Tony added his final insult by pulling out his
dick and pissing all over T’s body and the female he was talking to. The police covered the projects
everywhere asking questions. But, when it came to Big Tony, nobody would dare say anything in
fear that their family would be next. Grandma Scott took it the worst. First her husband, now her
son, it was just too much for her to bear. As Grandma watched the coroner put what was left of T’s
bullet filled body in a bag, she collapsed from what later they found out was a massive heart attack
and died on the scene only feet away from where her dead son once lay.

Red and Tyler stood there watching as the coroner took their older brother and their mother. To
some it was strange that the surviving brothers never shed a tear.

Red just turned to his little brother and said, “You know what’s gotta be done, right?”

“Yep,” Tyler responded with no hesitation. It was at that very moment they both knew Big Tony
had to die.

* * * * *

Big Tony never would have thought the two young assassins had been following his every move
for two days. They were waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to execute their plan. As
Big Tony lay with his face deep in Peaches’ pussy, the same pussy that two days ago got T killed,
it would now be the same one that he was killed in.

“You know you are what you eat,” Tyler said as he stood there with Red watching what was
going on.

“What the fuck?” Big Tony said finally, coming up for air with his face dripping wet. “How the
fuck did y’all get in here? Do you know what the fuck I am?” Big Tony questioned.

“Enough with the questions, we know exactly who you are. The fat bitch that just killed our
brother and mother,” Tyler responded.

“Y’all brother?” Tony said as he attempted to dive for the thirty-eight revolver he had on the
dresser next to the bed. He never made it; the thunderous sound of the Colt Forty-Five Red had in
his hand released fire into the fat man’s ass as the bullet ripped his flesh open. Peaches lay there
naked, scared that the next bullet would be hers.

“Wow, you were born with a hole in your ass, now you got two. Ain’t that some shit,” Tyler said
in a joking manner while laughing at the fat man lying on the floor.

Big Tony was no longer being demanding since the boys had death written on them. He let out
a faint whisper, “In the closet is a bag with well over two hundred thousand dollars and four kilos
of cocaine. Just take it and leave, please, don’t kill me.”

Tyler moved to the closet and just like the fat man said, the bag was stuffed. After zipping the
bag back up, Tyler turned back toward Red, who seemed to not even flinch as he held Big Tony
and Peaches as gunpoint. “Looks like we’re rich, Red,” Tyler said as he threw the money bag in
the middle of the floor. Red never said a word, just cracked a grin.

“You got the money, now just leave us alone,” the fat man said angrily as the pain from his
gunshot wound increased with every second.

“Oh we’re gonna leave, but first, we’re gonna play a game,” Tyler said.

“What kind of game?” Tony said, stuttering the words out.

“First, Red, duct tape this fat fuck. I’m tired of hearing his mouth.”

Red wasted no time taping the fat man up and giving him a kick in his ass for good measure. As
Tony lay there helpless, they turn their attention to Peaches.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” Peaches said, almost in tears.

“Oh, we ain’t gonna hurt you if you do what you’re told,” Tyler said as he smiled at Peaches.
“So, you like to fuck, huh, Miss Peaches?” Tyler asked her.

Peaches thought to herself,
Maybe if I fuck them this will all be over
. “Do what you want to me,
just don’t kill me,” Peaches said in her best scared voice.

Red, not saying a word, went to work duct taping both of Peaches’ arms to the bed post. Peaches
laid there with her legs open, actually turned on by what the young boys were about to do to her.
Tyler climbed on the bed in between her thighs, sitting on his knees. To Peaches, it looked as if
Tyler was reaching to undo his pants, and she actually was anticipating it. That was when she saw
the .44 Bulldog coming out his waist line, giving her no time to move. Tyler shoved the cold steel
deep in her wet pussy.

“You like to fuck, huh, bitch? Well, fuck this gun or I’m gonna kill you,” Tyler demanded in
the coldest voice she had ever heard. The thought that made her so wet now left her mind as the
cold steel of the gun dug deep inside her pussy. The pain filled her with each stroke, but she never
stopped praying it would be over with soon. Big Tony laid there as Tyler fucked his wife with a
pistol. All he could think of was how his man Slick would be returning to get him soon.

“I told you this bitch would fuck anything, Red.”

Red laughed as he left the room, thinking about what was next for their victims. Peaches begged
to herself that it would be over. She finally heard Tyler say, “That’s enough,” as he pulled the gun
out of her now bleeding insides.

“Please, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry,” Peaches said, pleading for her life.

“Oh, we ain’t gonna kill you,” Tyler said with a devilish grin on his face.

Before Peaches knew it, Red walked back through the door carrying something she couldn’t
quite make out due to Tyler blocking her view. By the time she saw the hot iron Red held in his
hand, it was inches from her face. Red pressed the iron down across the whole left side of her
face. It was as if her flesh melted together, leaving her eye stuck closed permanently. The harder
he pushed, the louder she screamed until the pain was so excruciating, she passed out. Big Tony’s
screams were muffled from the duct tape as the kingpin lay helpless praying, knowing that at any
moment Slick should be walking through the door. Little did Tony know, Tyler and Red were
hoping the same thing.

As the keys jingled in the door, Big Tony thought his prayers were finally answered. Surely, the
young boys were no match for Slick. Slick struck fear in the heart of everyone in the city. Tyler
and Red simultaneously jumped into the hiding positions and lay waiting for their next victim.
Tony underestimated the wits of the young boys and he was helpless to warn Slick of the trap he
was walking into.

“Boss!” Slick yelled from the living room as he made his way in the house. There was no response. Slick
continued to walk toward the bedroom yelling, “Boss, you in there?” Still, no response. “Well, cover up so I can
grab that bag.” As he eased the door open, he wondered what that smell was in the air, not knowing that it was
the smell of burnt flesh. He heard a muffled sound, causing him to look down and see his boss duct taped on the
floor. “Boss, who the fuck did this?” Slick said nervously while noticing that the smell was Peaches. “Boss, are
you okay?” he asked as he knelt down, pulling the tape from Big Tony’s mouth. Before Big Tony could tell Slick
to watch out, the whole top of his head seemed to pop off from the 44’s blast, splashing Slick’s brains and skull
all over Big Tony. Laughter filled the air as Tyler and Red stood over their prey like animals. That was when Big
Tony knew he was gonna die.

* * * * *

The next morning in the projects was one that would be remembered. As the projects woke,
there was a scream outside that none would soon forget. The people ran to see what was going on.
To everyone’s surprise, stuck to the top of the pointy black fence rail was the head of Big Tony
with what was later found out to be Slick’s dick in his mouth. As for Peaches, they didn’t worry
about her talking. Red took great pleasure in re-heating the iron and sealing her lips closed with it.
They say the bitch killed herself a week later. As for Big Tony and Slick’s bodies, they found them
a month later in the trunk of a stolen car. Everyone in the projects knew who was responsible.

With two hundred and sixty-four thousand dollars and four kilos of cocaine, Taylor and Red
wasted no time showing everybody who was in charge. Anybody that got in their way paid with
their life. Within a week, the city was theirs. Even though Tyler was only fifteen, his street smarts
were extraordinary. With Red killing relentlessly at his brother’s side, the King was born.