Directly across from the door sat his family, bound and gagged. And when he looked at his sister’s face, he saw her tears dried on her face while his nephew sat visibly shaken. The door closed softly behind them as he focused on the strangers standing on each side of the couch.
“You must be the man !” a tall, half burned dark skin man laughed. “When you didn’t come, I was startin’ to believe all that shit they said ‘bout you.”
“And what’s that?” Jarvis asked flatly.
“You know. That you don’t give a fuck ‘bout nobody but yourself!”
Jarvis ignored the comment and fixed his eyes on his sister again and the young man who was standing behind the couch over his nephew. The duct tape was bound tightly around their mouths.
“Did you bring my money?” the older stranger asked, stopping his stare.
Jarvis nodded yes and tossed the navy blue duffle bag he had in the middle of the floor. Kenosha eyed the bag wondering if money was really inside. She’d been with him from the moment he got the call and was pretty sure it wasn’t. She did witness him stuffing the bag with some contents in the back of his trunk, while he spoke on the phone.
“Everything you asked for and deserve is right there,” Jarvis said, coldly, pointing to the bag.
“Deserve huh?”
Jarvis smirked.
“Pick it up and open it,” the burnt man said to his accomplice. The younger man was much shorter with light skin. Having the same eyes, despite their physical differences, it was apparent they were related.
“Okay,” he said hustling from behind the sofa to grab the bag. When the bag was opened, the young man’s mouth dropped in fear when he saw a bag full of newspaper. He lifted the bag from the floor and showed the older man.
“What is it?” He asked, seeing the boy’s expression then snatching the bag.
“Paper?” he mumbled.
“What?”
“It’s paper, dad.” He said grabbing a fistful and showing him.
With rage in his eyes, the man shot Jarvis an evil stare. Kenosha backed up against the front door attempting to get out of the way.
“Do you realize what you just did?”
Jarvis’s sister wept. She knew her brother could be stingy but would’ve never thought he’d take things so far considering their lives were on the line. Jarvis reached behind his back slowly lifting up his shirt. The man was so disturbed at Jarvis’s lack of respect that he hadn’t noticed his small action. But when he did, Jarvis pulled his weapon and aimed. The burnt man placed his arm around his sister’s throat and hoisted her up off the sofa, cutting off most of her air circulation.
“Put the fuckin’ gun down before I kill her!” Kecia clawed at the man’s forearm but it didn’t lessen his grip.
“Who you workin’ for?” Jarvis asked ignoring his threat.
“You ain’t askin’ no fuckin’ questions!” he pointed his finger at himself. “I am!” the man yelled, as sprinkles of spit touched his sister’s nose. He tightened the grip around her throat, causing her face to turn red. “Who you think you fuckin’ wit’?”
“I asked you a question, mothafucka! Who you workin’ for?” He took one step closer to the stranger. “Is it Koni?” He took another step. “Or is it D-9?”
Jarvis had wronged so many, that he wasn’t sure who was after him. And the only reason he picked Koni was because he fucked his wife then got her strung out on cocaine a few years back.
“You shouldn’t fuck so many people outta they money.” The man said hysterically. Jarvis could tell he was trying to pump himself up to put in work. “Now either you get me my money….or I’ma slump your family.”
Jarvis with his hammer still aimed, smiled. Then he pulled the trigger hitting his sister in the middle of her forehead. When he shot her, he aimed the barrel at the stranger. In disbelief, the stranger allowed her limp body to fall on the floor. He took a few steps back from her body, staring in horror. When he looked at
“You must be the man !” a tall, half burned dark skin man laughed. “When you didn’t come, I was startin’ to believe all that shit they said ‘bout you.”
“And what’s that?” Jarvis asked flatly.
“You know. That you don’t give a fuck ‘bout nobody but yourself!”
Jarvis ignored the comment and fixed his eyes on his sister again and the young man who was standing behind the couch over his nephew. The duct tape was bound tightly around their mouths.
“Did you bring my money?” the older stranger asked, stopping his stare.
Jarvis nodded yes and tossed the navy blue duffle bag he had in the middle of the floor. Kenosha eyed the bag wondering if money was really inside. She’d been with him from the moment he got the call and was pretty sure it wasn’t. She did witness him stuffing the bag with some contents in the back of his trunk, while he spoke on the phone.
“Everything you asked for and deserve is right there,” Jarvis said, coldly, pointing to the bag.
“Deserve huh?”
Jarvis smirked.
“Pick it up and open it,” the burnt man said to his accomplice. The younger man was much shorter with light skin. Having the same eyes, despite their physical differences, it was apparent they were related.
“Okay,” he said hustling from behind the sofa to grab the bag. When the bag was opened, the young man’s mouth dropped in fear when he saw a bag full of newspaper. He lifted the bag from the floor and showed the older man.
“What is it?” He asked, seeing the boy’s expression then snatching the bag.
“Paper?” he mumbled.
“What?”
“It’s paper, dad.” He said grabbing a fistful and showing him.
With rage in his eyes, the man shot Jarvis an evil stare. Kenosha backed up against the front door attempting to get out of the way.
“Do you realize what you just did?”
Jarvis’s sister wept. She knew her brother could be stingy but would’ve never thought he’d take things so far considering their lives were on the line. Jarvis reached behind his back slowly lifting up his shirt. The man was so disturbed at Jarvis’s lack of respect that he hadn’t noticed his small action. But when he did, Jarvis pulled his weapon and aimed. The burnt man placed his arm around his sister’s throat and hoisted her up off the sofa, cutting off most of her air circulation.
“Put the fuckin’ gun down before I kill her!” Kecia clawed at the man’s forearm but it didn’t lessen his grip.
“Who you workin’ for?” Jarvis asked ignoring his threat.
“You ain’t askin’ no fuckin’ questions!” he pointed his finger at himself. “I am!” the man yelled, as sprinkles of spit touched his sister’s nose. He tightened the grip around her throat, causing her face to turn red. “Who you think you fuckin’ wit’?”
“I asked you a question, mothafucka! Who you workin’ for?” He took one step closer to the stranger. “Is it Koni?” He took another step. “Or is it D-9?”
Jarvis had wronged so many, that he wasn’t sure who was after him. And the only reason he picked Koni was because he fucked his wife then got her strung out on cocaine a few years back.
“You shouldn’t fuck so many people outta they money.” The man said hysterically. Jarvis could tell he was trying to pump himself up to put in work. “Now either you get me my money….or I’ma slump your family.”
Jarvis with his hammer still aimed, smiled. Then he pulled the trigger hitting his sister in the middle of her forehead. When he shot her, he aimed the barrel at the stranger. In disbelief, the stranger allowed her limp body to fall on the floor. He took a few steps back from her body, staring in horror. When he looked at
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