Page 33 of Walk Thru The Fire

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“Ahhh!” Emilio screamed as Buck peeled his fuckin’ skin off. This nigga needed therapy.

“Ain’t no way you peeling this nigga’s skin off with a grin on yo’ face, bro? The fuck kinda nigga is you?” I frowned.

“The kind that always wanted to skin a muthafucka like a catfish.” He smirked. “Shit’s therapeutic as fuck.”

This nigga literally burned this nigga with a blow torch just so he could pull his skin off. Every time he was about to pass out from the pain, he had one of our workers douse that nigga with ice water. Shit was deranged as fuck, but this nigga lived for shit like this.

“Please,” Emilio begged. “Ju-just kill me,” he pleaded. You know it was bad when a muthafucka wanted you to rush theirdeath. He should’ve kept his mouth shut because this demented ass nigga thrived off shit like this.

“Don’t rush me, muthafucka! You should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions when you wanted to steal my muthafuckin’ money.” He turned on that damn torch. “I’on know what it is about you niggas that make you think the shit is okay to steal from me. Like damn. I thought I was a generous ass nigga?” He looked at me. “You think so, right?”

“Nigga, stop talking to me. Hurry up and kill this nigga. I got shit to do.”

“You’on got shit to do but go be up Kash’s ass.” He laughed while aiming the torch at that nigga’s face.

“Damn, that’s some fucked up shit to watch, huh?” I cocked my head to the side and spoke to his uncles, who were bound and gagged, to chairs.

“Wassup, Goldie?” I heard Buck say. “I’m a lil’ busy right now, baby.” I shook my head because I knew whatever sis was saying was gone make that nigga cut all this shit short, so I sped the process up. I shot Emilio in the head, along with his uncles. “The fuck you do that for?” he frowned. “Baby, I’ll be home soon. Don’t take yo’ ass to sleep either.” He hung up the phone and frowned in my direction. “The fuck you do that for?” I wasn’t finished.

“You know damn well you ’bout to take yo’ ass home. Consider it as me helping you out.” I shrugged. “Now, come on and help me clean this shit up so I can take my ass home to my damn woman too, nigga.” I didn’t give a fuck about his attitude. How you mad because I killed a nigga that was ’bout to die, anyway?

I was with Buck at the warehouse longer than I intended, so I didn’t have time to stop by my mama’s like I planned. Hence the reason I was on the phone with her while I played the game with Jace.

“Blame your son. He had me tied up in his mess. I planned on stopping by tomorrow though,” I revealed. “Aye, watch out!” I yelled at Jace.

“Boy, stop all that yelling in my ear. You must be on that game with Jace?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m putting in a lil’ time wit’ my lil’ homie before I go chill for the night.” Most niggas my age still wanted to be outside, but I loved every minute of being in the house under my girl and kid.

“I hear you. Sounds like you’ll be joining Lincoln in giving me a grandbaby soon.” I could hear the smile in my mama’s voice. She was always talking grandkids. Naturally, we thought it would’ve been Kilo since he was the oldest. We see how that turned out. Nobody thought it would be Buck after he swore off relationships. I always wanted kids, but I wasn’t in a rush. Could I see myself having kids with Kasha? Absolutely. Hell, if you asked me, Jace was my son.

“Chill out, lady. You sound like you want me to drop Jace’s bad ass off.” I laughed.

“Shit, she making cookies?” his bad ass cursed.

“Watch I beat yo’ shit in,” I warned. I didn’t care about him cursing because he was a boy, but I told him about that shit when his mama was home.

“Listen to you, being a daddy. I’m proud of you, baby.”

“’Preciate that, Ma.”

“Let me let you go. Make sure y’all here on time for your dinner.”

“You know I’m gone be there early. Don’t let Buck cut my cake either.” I fussed. That nigga still acted as if we were kids and wanted my damn birthday cake like he didn’t get one on his birthday.

“I won’t. Tell Kasha I said hello and I’ll talk to y’all later. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mama.” I hung up the phone and got back into the game.

“I love you too, Mama,” Jace mocked me.

“Ni—” I jumped up and chased his ass up the stairs.

“Ma!” he yelled as he ran in the direction of my room. Kasha met us in the hallway to see what was going on.

“What’s wrong with y’all?” she asked as she looked between the two of us.

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