Chapter Thirty; Denouement²
Late Saturday Night
-November 21, 2007-
Janae felt her stomach turning. She had no idea. She was only doing what Saint told her to do that night. She regretted that whole night, even before this. Had Rome and his guys not been smart enough to move tonight, there was a chance that Tyson would have caught Rome slipping and murdered him. Janae knew Tyson was as ruthless as they come, he didn't care who was around. Joy could have been with Rome, it didn't matter to Tyson. He would have killed Rome for what she did. She had to find some kind of way to help, but what could she do besides play her role? She dashed towards the dressing room. “Tiff! Tiff!” she said, almost crying.
“Nae, baby what's wrong?” Tiffany asked. She had changed into her clothes.
“Tyson! He-he,” Janae stumbled over her words, she had never been so scared.
“Jae, calm down, just breath. Now tell me whats up?”
“It's Tyson! There's no fuckin Carson! He is Carson! He was gonna kill Rome because of me!” Janae said, letting her hot tears fall from her lashes.
“Grimy bastard!” Tiffany shouted.
“It's all coming back, Tiff,” Janae said as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“What?” Tiffany asked dumbly.
“All that shit I did! I gotta fuckin cemetery back in NY! That shit is comin back, I know it.”
“No. You had a reason to do what you did. Everybody that got fucked deserved everything they got! So maybe this is karma. Maybe Tyson was gonna run in Romes spot and shoot the place up, tonight. But 'maybe' didn't happen. 'Maybe' took a turn and we set that ass up. After Tyson is dealt with, we both can forget about the shit we did back then, this now. I aint lettin nobody fuck my shit up. And I suggest you dont either. Grab your happiness and run with it, girl,” Tiffany said whipping her bestfriend, home girl, hell sisters tears from her cheek. “We headin back to the truck, change ya' clothes, we aint got that much time.”
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"Where is Carson?" Ace questioned the one in the middle. "I dont know what the fuck you talkiin bout," he replied in a pissed off mood. "I aint got time for threats," Ace said, "Bring'em in here," he said into the microphone. Soon, Mikhail was dragging Peanut's dead body by his shirt; he showed no respect for the corpse. He stood on the top stair and held Peanut's body up, letting his feet dangle in the air. Remorse & fear filled the eyes of the three men. "You were saying?" Ace asked nonchalant. "Man I swear to God, son, I dont know no damn Carson!” he said hysterically, “Im down here with my nigga Tyson. He tryna find the nigga that bodied his cousin Dre!" he spilled, seeing his former aquantince in that way turned his stomach. Janae bodied Dre, Rome thought. None of it made sense, but at the same time it did. Torrence was right; Janae needed to be checked out. He didn't have time to think about her, as of now, she had fucked him over. All fingers pointed to her. None of the shit started happening until she came around. “I say we body these muthafuckas,” Ben spat as he cocked his gun, “aint no reason not to,” he smiiled devilishly as he looked at his next victims, “So who's first?” Ben asked as he pointed to each male. “Duck...Duck...Goose,” he pulled the trigger and fired right above the same guy Janae had occupied. “Shit!” the guy cursed. “Haha, bitch ass,” Ben laughed. The three men, wondering what their fates would be, starred at the four masked men with loaded guns. “We got what we need,” Rome said as he took the stairs. Tyson was who he wanted. Rome had taken enough lives, he only wanted the necessary one.
“We got 45 minutes in,” one of the soldiers said. “We on our way up.” Rome said into the small microphone.
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The room Tyson sat tied up in was silent. A black glass wall gave a view of the club from upstairs, another wall had all the camera screens. Rome sent the soldiers that watched Tyson down to the room where his tied up 'friends' were.
“Go head, finish me off nigga,” Tyson spat. Without warning, Rome hit him in the face with the bottom of his .47. Rome wasn't here to talk, the quicker this ended, the quicker he could get back to his life. Tyson spat the blood & the few teeth Rome had broken out on the floor, “Kill me now muthafucka'! Just know my bitches gon' be on that ass. I gotta' whole army behind me, starting wit' Janae,” he said smiling, blood covering his teeth.
“Rock, bring them up,” Rome spoke into the microphone before he viciously hit Tyson again. Soon, Janae and Tiffany were walking through door, followed by Torrence. Janae looked at Tyson with disgust. He had used her to get close to her man.
“Janae get me out this shit!” Tyson yelled. Torrece stood next to Rome as the two, along with the others, starred at Janae, Tiffany & Tyson.
“I told you,” Torrence spoke in a low voice, “I say you let her ass kill'em. If she do, you know she for you, and if she dont,” Torrence stopped and looked at Rome, he began to nod his head. He cocked his gun back.
“Ace!” Ty yelled into the microphone, “Yo man, they just shot up ya' moms place, it's a fuckin blood bath! Niggas laid out all down the street! We gotta get up outta here, quick!” he said. Rome's blood boiled as he began to think of the worse, someone killing Joy or Michelle. Or worst, both. He couldn't lose the most important women in his life. One had just betrayed him, he couldn't handle losing the other two. He began to breath loudly as Tyson snickered. “Hope you told the lil bitch bye before she died. You took my fam I took yours!” he said, screaming with venom and hatred in his tone.
“Fuck!” Rome cursed from the pit of his stomach. With all the muscles he had in his body, he repeatedly bashed Tysons head with the gun. “Agh! Agh! Agh!” he screamed as he repeatedly bashed Tyson in his head, blood covered the both of there faces. He wasn't beating Tyson for what he did, but also for what Rome had done. He was fed up with himself, he hurt Joy and Mitchell just as much as Tyson had.
“Rome!” Janae cried out as she ran to stop him, pushing him away from Tyson.
“Rome?” Tyson coughed. Rome snatched the black mask away from his face. He violently grabbed Janae by her arm and stood her in front of Tyson. “You want your killer? There she go!” he said full of anger, forcefully pushing Janae towards Tyson.
“What the fuck?” Tyson spat, looking at Janae for an explanation. Janae closed her eyes, not wanting to even admit it. Things had gotten so turned around so quickly, she knew exactly how it looked, she had been dealt a bad hand.
“You set me up?” Rome questioned as he stood directly behind her. Janae turned around, ready to confess all that she knew. It was all just a miss understanding. “Rome no-” before she could say anything else, Rome pinned his .47 to her. “Prove it,” he said looking her dead in her eyes. Janae looked into the eyes of a stranger. He let go of the gun as she gripped it. She no longer knew what she was doing, slowly, she turned around and faced Tyson.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Tyson spat as he tried to break free of the rope and handcuff. Janae aimed and closed her eyes.
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