Page 49 of Jace 4Ever
“Your dick is happy now, I don’t think I did.” I waved away the stench of weed. “Put some pants on, for the love of God.” I pulled the door shut as I walked away.
There was a new bag in the hallway, and I let out a sigh. The hall was narrow enough, I didn’t need this crowding me out. I stared at it for a moment then shook my head. “Jerrod! Anton! Who put this bag here? I need it moved and stored somewhere else!”
“Don’t touch it!” Anton screamed from the couch.
“I want it out of the hall! You don’t live here!” I grabbed the handle and lifted the bag.
Instant regret. The top cover flopped off, and I could see straight down into the bag. The bag hand a long-range rifle in it with a scope and a silencer.
Anton’s fist connected with my jaw and sent me sprawling down the hall. My idiot brother yanked his door open and I crashed to the floor, staring straight up at his cock and balls.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Anton screamed, standing over me.
“I told you to move it!”
“And I told you not to touch it!”
“You don’t live here! You don’t drop crap in my hallway!”
His angry Timberland landed in my ribs, pushing all the air out of my lungs. I curled around myself, coughing as Jerrod started laughing.
“Put on some damn pants!” I growled as I pulled air back in. “Getridof that gun! That’s an assassin’s weapon! It’s not staying here! I will put it in the trash!”
“You’re not throwing out a five thousand dollar gun.” Jerrod was completely disinterested in the fact I was on the floor because of his friend. I was going to have a bruise on my cheek for the next week and a half.
“Then don’t bring it in here. Get it out of here. It’s bad enough you two bring your weed in here, and that I’m pretty sure you have a key of uncut in your closet that you’re cutting and selling.” I climbed off the floor so I didn’t have to stare at my brother’s swinging junk. “Get it out of here. I pay the rent, I pay for food, I do all the work around here and I’m going to put my foot down.”
Anton slammed me against the wall. “You little faggot. You really think you can tell me what to do—”
Jerrod seemed to come out of his drug stupor and socked Anton in the stomach. “Don’t hit him. He’s not your brother, you don’t get to hit him. Put the gun in my room. It’s a bad deal to bring it here, but just fucking put it in my room.”
“You’ve never stopped me from hitting the fag before—”
“Put the gun in my fucking room, Ant. And shut up.”
Anton walked past the two of us with the gun and shoved it in Jerrod’s closet. I didn’t want it in the house at all, and now I was glad I had the metal door on my room. Not even for the stupid money I had in there, but the fact that it would dissuade Anton or Jerrod from firing that thing in the house.
The only thing they’d ever aim at was me, anyway.
“You wrecked my high, you shithead.” Jerrod smacked the back of Anton’s head. “Thanks. She gave good head, and I was nice and mellow.”
“Fuck off, Jerr. You and whores.”
“Like you’re any better, stepping out on Yolanda. At least I don’t even pretend to keep a woman around. Skeeze.”
I walked away, down the hall to the kitchen. They were going to start an all-out brawl in about two minutes, and I didn’t want to be there for that. I had food that needed to be cooked for dinner.
Anton left after dinner,and Jerrod now had his head back on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on his eye. I had a cold pack on my jaw.
“Jerr, why are you even friends with him?”
“He’s my homie.”
“He’s ten pounds of crap in a five pound bag.”
“Don’t start with me, Joey. Don’t start. Anton’s been good to me for years.”
I let out a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Jerrod. He hasn’t. He got you taken in. He nearly bankrupted me trying to get you out. He brings over high-powered guns, and has you stashing uncut coke in the closet. Where’d he get that anyway? That shit will kill you if you try it, and it will kill just about anyone if you don’t cut it right. And can I tell you just how much I love having illegal substances and weapons in this apartment?”
