My Brothers Keeper Ch.1 Part II
By
Marshall Scott
The music was even louder now and the arguing continued from inside the apartment. Alex tried to peek inside, but he could only see the end of a dining table with an empty chair pushed up to it. He assumed Big Jew’s crack head uncle Bean, was up to his old tricks again. He was a well-known thief. Anytime something came up missing around Big Jew’s, you could bet your money that he was behind it. He never stole anything large enough to get him killed. Big Jew had kicked his ass on more than one occasion. It never solved anything. He’d steal, taking his wiping, and then go and get high with Big Jew’s product to ease his pain. The scent of burning marijuana now filled the hallway. It came from inside the apartment and went right into Shawn’s nose, increasing his appetite. He shoved Alex in the back.
“Go head,” he said. Alex tried to open the door further, but felt the force of someone on the other side pushing it back on him.
“Hold the fuck up!” K.C. yelled from inside the apartment. Alex looked up and saw K.C.’s piercing eyes staring back at him.
“Who is it?” Big Jew asked from inside the apartment, in his deep husky voice.
“It’s them little knuckle head bastards you deal wit.” answered K.C. Before slamming the door in Alex’s face. Inside the apartment, K.C. had thrown the man against the door and caused a picture to fall off the wall and smash into pieces on the floor. The man pleaded for K.C. not to harm him. But that didn’t stop K.C. He yelled and cursed and began beating the man without mercy. Alex and his friends heard the commotion. The boys each looked at one another not knowing what to do next. Moments later the door swung wide open. Alex recognized the man. He wasn’t Big Jew’s uncle, but he was cut from the same cloth; a thieving crack head named Joe Willie.
“K.C. man it wasn’t me. I swear. It wasn’t me man.” He tried to plea. The fear in his voice was overwhelming.
“Sure it was! Sure it was! You think I’m stupid? I know it was you mothafucka!” K.C.’s massive hand was wrapped around Joe Willie’s neck, choking him out. “See man, I told you we shoulda came back.” Alex said to his friends, regretting each second that they were there.
“Fuck that shit, we here now. He didn’t tell us to come back, so we cool,” replied Shawn, feeling the excitement of the action. Alex shook his head disapprovingly. He was well aware that Shawn wanted to be in the midst of things. Seeing Joe get his ass kicked was right up his alley. It was something to laugh about, after he got high. The boys continued watching as K.C. beat his victim without mercy. On the street, K.C. was a reputed street enforcer. He was the no nonsense type. He rarely smiled and was always serious. He didn’t take anything from any one, which was the main reason Big Jew kept him close.
The situation with K.C. and Joe Willie was getting even more extreme. K.C. reached into the front of his pants and pulled out a long barrel chrome .357 Magnum. “Open yo mouth wide mothafucka!” He said. Then, without warning he jammed the barrel of the gun into Joe Willie’s mouth, breaking several of his yellow crack stained teeth. Blood mixed with saliva dripped from Joe Willie’s mouth and onto the floor. His dark ugly face was drenched with sweat. Stuttering over his words, with his bottom lip trembling, and the barrel of the gun crammed into his mouth, he managed to say, “ca, c’mon K.C. man.”
“I ain’t tryin’ to hear that. Open your motherfuckin’ mouth! Wider! Wide!” He demanded. Joe Willie tried to comply, but the wider he opened, the further K.C. shoved the barrel in. Joe Willie regretted taking the drugs. His mind, now consumed by fear and paranoia began to wonder if today was going to be his last day on earth “I said open yo motherfuckin’ mouth!” K.C. was growing more and more impatient by the second. The barrel was shoved so deep, that it caused Joe Willie to vomit. “What the fuck? Man, look at this shit,” yelled K.C., looking down at the smelly mess before him.
Big Jew saw what had happened and burst into laughter. He had a wicked sense of humor. Some of the wildest stuff made him laugh, usually at the expense of another. K.C. sniffed the air. His nose detected another foul odor. “Man, don’t tell me……” He snatched Joe Willie by the shirt collar and turned him around revealing the wet spot on his bottom. Not only had he vomited all over his shirt, but he had defecated on himself also. His inability to control his bodily functions only made Big Jew laugh even harder.
It didn’t take long for the foul odor to fill the apartment and the hallway. The stench was becoming unbearable. K.C. raised his gun high above Joe Willie’s head, and came down with a viscous blow; splitting his skull. Two more blows quickly followed. Each blow left large open cuts in his scalp. Blood was now running from the top of his head, and down to his face. He was nearly unconscious and his knees were beginning to buckle. K.C had to hold him up to keep him from falling. He used his other hand, which had the gun in it to push the door open wider. Alex and the others stood back and continued to watch. “Get the fuck outta here,” he said. Then he pushed Joe Willie into the hallway. Joe Willie fell to the floor; delirious from the beating. That’s when K.C. cocked the hammer on the gun. The fear of being gunned down like a dog was enough to make Joe Willie tried to regain his composure. His legs buckled as he stand up, using the wall to support himself.
“Keep that shit,” said K.C. He had beaten the hell out of Joe Willie but he wasn’t satisfied with the pain he had inflicted.
“Y’all move,” he said, waving his hand for the boys to get out the way. The crew wasted no time doing what they were told. K.C. was unpredictable and there was no telling what he was about to do next. The anticipation of his next move was frightening to say the least. He aimed the gun at Joe Willie. Then as if he had changed his mind, lowered the gun and fired a shot into the floor. The bullet nearly hit Joe Willie’s foot. The .357 sounded like thunder as it echoed in the hall. Alex and the others covered their ears with their hands. Big Jew jumped up from the table where he sat.
“Dammit Kay, what the hell you doin’? You gon run us hot wit that bullshit!” Joe Willie tried to run, but only managed to stagger down the hallway.
“Fuck’em,” K.C. mumbled to himself, before spitting onto the floor. He then turned to Big Jew. “Fuck that nigga. He lucky I didn’t kill his ass.” Big Jew shook his head knowing there was no taming K.C. when he got angry. He was a wild beast.
“So what the fuck y’all want? Y’all got my money?” Big Jew asked the crew of young delinquents.
“We trying to buy a sack” Alex said.
“Tryin’ to buy a sack, huh?” Big Jew asked, tilting his head back and rubbing his double chin. He then looked down and saw the wad of money in Alex’s hand. He pointed to Alex with his index finger and thumb out.“I-ight, i-ight, you got that from last time right? You know I don’t forget nothin.” Referring to the money they owed.
“Naw, see we still fuck up. You know how it is, man. A brotha just try’na get high. You know just trying to get some smoke,” said Alex. Big Jew looked at Alex taking a moment to decide whether he should snatch the money from his hand or let him slide this time. Once his decision was made, he shook his head and sucked on his gold front teeth.
“Naw, I don’t know how it is, but we don’t turn down no money. Come on inside. I’m sure we got something for y’all. Next time have my fuckin’ cash, ya dig?” He waved his hand for Alex to follow behind him. “The rest of y’all get somewhere. It don’t take no three mothafuckas to buy one sack.” He continued before entering the apartment. “Hey, y’all wait on me around the corner?” Alex said to his friends.
Shawn nodded his head and his eyes were then distracted by the white ball of plastic on the floor. Alex and K.C. had their backs turned about to enter the apartment when Shawn said, “Hey K.C., is this what you looking for?” K.C. turned around and saw Shawn pointing at the eight-ball of crack that Joe Willie had attempted to steal. A devilish grin formed on K.C.’s face. It was a rare occasion. The only time anyone saw K.C. smile was when he was inflicting pain on another person. K.C. kneeled down and snatched the pack from the floor. He looked at it and then tossed it to Shawn. “Bring me back a hundred and keep the rest.”
Feeling proud, Shawn nodded his head and turned to the Boone “Come on cuz,” he said. They then began walking towards the exit, but before they could leave……..
“Hey Boone,” yelled Alex.
Shawn and Boone stopped walking and turned to see what Alex wanted. Alex waved his hand for Boone to come back. “Big Jew wants to see you,” said Alex.
“See him for what?” Shawn asked feeling left out.
Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. He didn’t say. They both proceeded to Big Jew’s apartment leaving Shawn behind.
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