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“An eye for a fuckin’ eye, but in this case a hand,” I laughed as I stood in front of him. Drawing my fist back, I punched that nigga with all the force I had. The sound of the impact was music to my ears. “Better yet a hit to the face for a hit to the fuckin’ face.”

“Ah, shit!” He cursed as he moved his head from side to side.

“Nawl, bitch you ain’t hurt! You probably a lil’ dazed but bitch you ain’t hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t owe me an apologize, but you do owe one to my fuckin’ wife. Aye, cous, bring me my phone.”

“Here,” he announced before I turned to accept it.

“‘Ppreciate ya,” I thanked as I called Nessa on speakerphone.

“Hello,” her beautiful voice filled the air.

“Baby, I got somebody that wanna tell you somethin’,” I explained before mushing Slick’s head.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized before getting hit with the brass knuckles again.

“Nigga what the fuck are you sorry for?!” I barked. “Give her a proper apology before I punch yo’ ass again.”

“I’m sorry for kidnappin’ and puttin’ my hands on you,” Slick corrected.

“Nigga fuck you and that bullshit ass apology!” Nessa seethed. “Enjoy yo’ trip to hell fuck nigga. Nas make that shit hurt! For both of them!”

She hung up the phone before I could even respond, and for once I wasn’t even mad at her. Placing my phone in my back pocket, I removed the brass knuckles before putting them back on the table. With Nessa wanting them niggas to feel it, I was happy to tap into a side of me that I buried in prison. After I grabbed the gun off the table, I removed each of their hoods so they could finally see. When they noticed the gun each of their eyes widened as they panicked about what was coming.

“Slick if I’m not mistaken you’re a gamblin’ ass nigga, right?” I questioned as I continued to look between the two.

“Uh, yeah, I, uh, like to gamble," he hesitantly answered.

“Ok, ok, so I’m goin’ to give you this here gun. You’re ‘bout to gamble with yo’ life and freedom. With the gun you could do one of two things. You can either shoot yo’self and take yo’self outta misery now? Or you can shoot me and try to escape? The choice is yours.”

I moved behind him and unlocked one of his hands. His eyes were squinted as I stepped back in front of him. When I handed him the gun, Chance upped his weapon and aimed at him. Waving him down until he lowered it, I focused my attention on a stunned Slick.

“Nigga is you serious?” He double checked as he held the gun.

“I’m serious,” I stood in front of him with my hands up in surrender. “You can either kill me or kill yo’self.”

The room fell quiet as Slick weighed the decision of each option. I’m sure his mind wondered how he could kill me then Chance but imagine my surprise when he placed the barrel under his chin. As he held it there he steadied his breathing as I lowered my hands. He closed his eyes as I counted down for him to make a decision. Soon as I got down to two the tables turned again when he turned the gun towards me and pulled the trigger.

“Ugh,” Slick gasped as the gun clicked.

“I’m sure that tetrodotoxin is in yo’ system by now,” I explained as I carefully removed the gun from his hand. The spikes that injected him where still sticking out. “I gotta thank the Caribbean puffer fish for its liver, and that damn Jamie Foxx movie for this idea. I still can’t believe my guy built this shit to perfection like that.”

He muttered something but it wasn’t something I cared to make out. Once I had the gun on the table, me and Chance placed Slick on the other table. I didn’t want him to pass out while I had my fun, so I injected him with some adrenaline. After he was secured on the table, we moved to Desmond to bring him closer.

“Can’t believe yo’ ass really thought I would give you a real gun. Then you turned the shit on me like yo’ dumb ass would’ve lived long enough to pull a real trigger. However, you did exactly what I wanted you to do, which was pull the trigger. ‘Cause now you’re paralyzed but can feel everythin’ I’m ‘bout to do to you. And you!” I pointed at Desmond from my position by Slick. “Yo’ ass ‘bout to watch it all and know that you’re next. Slick you told my girl ‘An eye for a fuckin’ eye, but in this case a hand’ how ‘bout I take both yo’ hands startin’ with yo’ fingers first.”

The way he whimpered when I returned to his side with a power saw caused me to smile. This nigga was feeling fear on another level and that was exactly how I wanted it to go. When you fuck with my family you unlock that side of me that shouldn’t see the light of day. As I sawed off each of his fingers, he grunted as he felt it all. His blood would splatter on my coveralls as I continued without any remorse.

Once I had every finger removed, I placed the saw back on the table. Removing my blood covered safety glasses, I took in the beauty of my masterpiece. The quiet sniffle I heard caused me to look over at Desmond who was crying his eyes out. This nigga didn’t have the stomach to be in the game, so I know he did that shit because of Slick. I hated a follow the leader ass nigga who didn’t have the balls to stand against shit he knew was wrong. He was the true definition of a damn dick rider.

“Don’t be fuckin’ cryin’ now ‘cause you wasn’t cryin’ when you were dick ridin’ this nigga!” I fumed. “Since you wanna dick ride so bad how bout I give you somethin’ to suck on to help sooth yo’self!”

Going back to the table, I grabbed a sharp knife before going to Slick’s side. With my gloved hand, I pulled Slick’s flaccid dick out. As I slowly cut it off at the base, Slick whimpered the whole time. Once it was cut off, I walked over to Desmond as he continued to cry. With the knife to his neck, I commanded him to open his mouth before I stuffed Slick’s bloody dick inside.

When I made it back over to Slick his ass was barely alive. Ready to move on to Desmond’s ass, I stabbed his chest careful not to hit any major arteries. With the knife raised above his heart as I stared at him. The fact that he’d felt everything, so Nessa's request was honored, had me able to end him. Plunging the knife into his flesh, I didn’t stop until I hit the top of the table.