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“Well, you’re welcome, sugar. I see it like this: if your ol’ lady won’t move, then change her surroundings. Simple as that. Speaking of movin’, you better get a move on, baby. Get started emptying the old dressers and what not before they get there.”
“All right.”
“Love you, baby. Talk to ya tonight.” He ended the call. About ten minutes later, he pulled into Paul’s driveway while his car radio played Chelsea Cutler’s, ‘Devil On My Shoulder.’ He turned off the music and looked around. The crackle and pop of the gravel under his tires stopped when he put his truck in park. He took note of a white van parked to the right. Moments later, Glock 19 in hand, he approached the house. After two taps on the door and a ring of the bell, Paul emerged, his eyes black and blue. His lower lip was split, and a look of sheer terror danced in his eyes.
“Who is it, old man?!” someone yelled from inside the house.
“Here… here comes the judge…”
Whenever Paul said those words, that meant some pythons were slithering about, on the prowl, and they were armed. Jude winked at him, pushed past him, and came upon three men, dressed in black, their faces covered in ski masks, and all of them pointing guns in his direction.
“Put the fuckin’ gun down, Judge!”
Judge scanned his surroundings, then put the weapon on the floor and kicked it away.
“Don’t you move. Well, looky here! It’s the big man! The son of Bonnie and fuckin’ Clyde! The notorious Judge!” One of them cackled. “The brains of the ‘Raisin’ Cain,’ and ‘Judge, Jury and Executioner,’ operation. Got Tennessee royalty in the house! We weren’t expecting you, your Honor…”
“Paul ain’t as stupid as he looks, huh?” another one stated.
Stupid? Now ain’t that the pot callin’ the kettle black. Y’all are dumb enough to let him answer the door, then not take him back into custody so that you could use him as leverage. What a huge fuck-up. Oh yes, this shit is gonna be fun…
“How’d you know we was here? How’d he summon you while we was beatin’ his old ass? I know you didn’t come just to play a game of checkers. Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Nice to see you, motherfucker.”
I never play Checkers. Only Chess…
“What do you want?”
“Oh, we want plenty. I see you made sure Paul here doesn’t have shit. Not even a fuckin’ debit card. That was smart of you. But you crashed the wrong party, son. Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot! The big kahuna! We’re going to take a little ride…”
“I just ate. Rides make me car sick. I think it’s best that we stay right here. Maybe work a little somethin’ out.”
“That smirk on your face will be gone in no time, Judge. You’re going to give us your stash, your cash, that fuckin’ diamond watch on your wrist, and that necklace, too.” One of the guys walked up to him and tried to snatch it off. His neck burned from each attempt, until finally, the man forced his head down and slipped it off him. “Get his wallet, too!”
“It’s in my truck,” Jude volunteered.
“Good. We’ll be takin’ that, the keys to that nice ride you got out there, the whole fuckin’ nine, and after that, wemightlet you live. Crazy Cain ain’t here to have your back, now is he? It’s just you and us. Now, let’s get ready to go.”
“ISAID, I’m not getting in no car with you motherfuckers.”
One of the men shot a bullet in the air, causing drywall and ceiling debris to sprinkle down.
“The next shot will be in your fuckin’ chest, big man. Oh, you’re takin’ a ride alright. Judge, you’re out of your jurisdiction.” The guy guffawed, amused by his own joke.
“No, sir.” Jude sucked his teeth and shook his head. “My power is internationally known, recognized and respected.”
“You might be big shit in the streets, but you ain’t nothin’ in my world! I’m—AHHHH!!!”
Jude grabbed Becky, the Ruger GP 100 he had hidden in the back under his bullet-proof vest and shirt and shot the bastard square in the middle of the head. Mr. ‘My World’s’ eyes rolled as he fell back, crashing against the floor. Jude kept shooting around the room until there was nothing but gun smoke.
Dumb motherfucker. That’s take-down 101: always pat down the folks who come before you in court.Where there was one, there were always two. Where there were two, there were always three. He wouldn’t run out of heat. Triple threat. The trinity was upon them.
More bullets rang out from all directions.
“GET DOWN!”
Jude pushed Paul to the floor, grabbed the gun he’d tossed, and began firing both revolvers simultaneously. One of the guys cursed when he ended up with an empty clip, and with a hobble, tried to escape out the front door. When the smoke cleared, all three men were dead as doorknobs. He turned around to see Paul, his white shirt soaked with blood, eyes rolling and gasping for air.
“Paul!” The man struggled to sit up but fell back against the wall. “Shit!”
