BRICK: Episode III

Episode III: ALL IN FULL

Twenty minutes passed by…

I found myself drowning and fighting for my life while still seated in a desk chair. One of the gangsters called it water-boarding. Who the fuck thinks of some crazy-ass shit like that to torture somebody?

Let there be light…

The soaked towel was pulled from over my face as I was introduced to the motel room light, after being unwillingly reclined in the chair and tortured for what felt like forever. Trae and Domo didn’t do shit, and they thought they were bad-ass thugs on the block, not that night. Those four gangsters had my friends sitting naked in the corner like slaves from that Amistad flick. Cowering like a couple of bitches.

Speaking of bitches: Meesh and Kendra were laying face down on the bed. One if the white gangsters kept his eyes on them with a hard-on, as both of the girls were also naked at the time. Now that I look back on the scenario, I realize I was the only one who had clothes on.

The Black-Asian mixed guy approached me with fire in his eyes, like he wanted to kill me for taking his balls from him.

“Da fuck you thought, I was a nobody? You thought I was a goon or something?” He said while stroking his chin hair with a razor-sharp hunting knife. I felt my stomach ball-up as he spoke.

“One of you better hand over my property as it was when you took it.” He said calmly. “Because if you don’t, I am going to take great pleasure in sticking this blade deep inside of you.”

I began to sweat profusely as Domo cried in the corner. The gangster stepped closer and placed the cold blade on my left cheek.

“Then you’ll know what it’s like to get fucked in your ass.” Without a doubt the sickest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say to me, and he said it with a straight face. I knew then that he was hoping we didn’t have his shit, so he could have the sick pleasure of doing what he said he would do to me.

I wasn’t built or tough enough to be going against some gangsters, I was ready to tell him everything he asked to know, but before I could fix my lips to speak, Domo crawled out of the corner and cried for mercy, confessing to everything in the exact time and order we did it.

The gangsters weren’t happy to hear the news. We spent at least two grand that night, and I don’t know how much cocaine we snorted in the room with the girls. I could see it in their eyes, the four of them were ready to murder everyone in that room, but before the guns could be drawn from behind their black coats, I spotted a medallion that seemed so familiar to me… Something that seemed to be the odd object in the room that night. A police badge attached to the inside of the gangster’s coat.

To Be Continued…

 

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