No Mercy Just Mischief: In the Beginning

No Mercy Just Mischief: In the Beginning

by Salihah L. Fassett

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Shortly after, two men stood at the entrance of the apartment, the bullet riddled bodies told a story of horror. Both men were dressed impeccably. One wore a blue pinstripe suit, white shirt, red satin tie, navy blue alligator shoes and a Borsalino that was carefully broken down just right, shadowing his handsome face. His fingers were laced in diamonds and he carried a cane with the head of a lion with jeweled eyes.

In front of him came in a slender gentlemen, dress in a black suit and dark shades he was called Decipher. He was the one that made sure the room was clear standing with his back against the opened door gun in hand.

The man with the cane walked into the room stepping over dead bodies. He quickly went into the bedroom he removed the recliner that protected the hidden floor compartment. He opened the compartment door and removed the infant she was fine. She smiled up at him and through all that chaos she never made a sound. He pulled her close to his chest and kissed her on the forehead. Before leaving he removed several envelopes from the compartment and money that was stacked in hundred dollar increments. He walked over to Ebony's body and removed the sterling silver heart locket from her neck. He and the gentlemen left. Sirens echoed from a short distance, the boys in blue were coming it was only two hours later.

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ISBN-13: 9781477267196
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 11/26/2012
Pages: 364
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.81(d)

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NO MERCY JUST MISCHIEF

In The Beginning
By SALIHAH L. FASSETT

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Salihah L. Fassett
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ISBN: 978-1-4772-6719-6


Chapter One

IN THE BEGINNING

It was a summer storm brewing, and the trees swayed to rhythmic beat. The skies were beginning to get dark and the cool rain had just begun to fall on the streets of West Philly. The neighborhood seemed abandoned which was unusual, no dope fiens, bums, or stray cats; this wasn't a good sign. A green colored van turned the corner of 46th and Market St. and entered into the parking section of the projects. After parking a group of men exited the side doors walking swiftly they headed for the elevators in C Building. Three entered the elevator and three took the stairs. They all carried automatic weapons, dressed in black and faces covered with ski masks.

Suddenly thunder glowed and thrashed striking against a darken sky screaming as if to say 'something's going down!' Jake and Ebony packed quickly. Jake on the streets was known as Jake-the Snake, he was throwing things to Ebony as she packed them. She hurried their things into suitcases, thinking they would have time to leave. They barely said a word to each other. Every few seconds she looked up at him. She trusted him with her heart and soul. Death do them part she thought to herself as she closed the final bag. He always stroked her hair and he did so as he told her it would be all right. There was no need to shed tears now, so they hugged each other. I think both of them knew it would be the last.

"We had a good run Eb", as he smiled at her.

"We sure did baby and I enjoyed every minute of it", loyally. Ebony carried something into the next room; carefully she laid it upon the floor. The phone rang. Jake answered quickly. The voice told him that they were coming. As Eb unwrapped the blanket she heard cooing sounds and she looked down to the most precious face in the world. She smiled at her and a tear, which was very rare, dropped on the cheek of her infant daughter's face. She had dreams for her, but this was Ebony's destiny and in a silent prayer she prayed that her daughter's destiny would be different. She stroked her hair and the little one smiled. The phone ranged and a voice said to him,

"They are coming for yall, their outside of the building."

Jake ran into the room, kneeling down with Ebony he motioned for her to go. He took the infant from her and hugged then kissed his daughter. He stroked her head and whispered in her ear.

"Daddy loves you. It's all up to you now my darling. Get dem Muther Fuckers." Thunder roared across the sky as sparks of light lit up the room where he kneeled. He carefully placed her inside a hidden compartment in the floor. Before he closed it he smiled and she smiled back. He warned her to be quiet, by placing his trembling finger on his lip. He dashed back into the other room, Ebony was waiting and she was ready.

"It's too late we are gonna have to fight our way outta here." She had two hand guns, one in each hand. She clicked them together as if she was making a toast.

"Here's to us", she laughed. That's my girl he told her and he grabbed for his guns. He pointed to the closet; well a tiny space covered by a curtain. He wanted Ebony to stay hidden as long as she could while he tried to kill them all.

"Let's do this, they'll never get us without a fight, I love ya girl".

"Damn straight, let's do the damn thing", she closed the curtain. Without warning two men kicked in the door and a third man enter, with guns blazing. Out of the kitchen stepped Jake he fired at least four shots before one of the shooters got a shot off. Everyone was shooting. Three other men came in blazing.

Thunder shot across the sky as if it was angry. The men continued to fire, Jake fell down he was hit in the leg. Hurriedly he scrambled into the bathroom without enough room to maneuvre; he was hit in the back as he slide across the floor, his back is now against the wall and he was reloading. The men seem to be in no hurry at this point where would they run?

"Where ya going now, boy", a man shouted "Nigga you know it's over now dontcha". Another man fired a shot that struck Jake in the thigh.

"Not quite nigga", he turned over on his back and he started pushing himself backwards. He managed to get two quick shots off striking both men in the head. Shots continued to ring out. Jake made it back into the kitchen, the four remaining men continued to shoot and screaming obscenities at Jake. Jake stood with his back against the wall trying to peek around the doorway, shots just missing him.

"Where's that hot little chick of yours?"

"Yeah where's that bitch? Maybe I'll let her suck me off." Ebony quickly moves from behind the curtain.

"Here I am Muther Fucker, suck this off". They were caught off guard and she hit two of the four men. Before they could turn around, Jake started shooting. Another man was down. Now this shit was definitely getting crazy, Jake's game was good, he was the best, but even the best can get got. I guess it was a lucky shot. Jake was hit in the chest and he went down quickly. Down but not out. He got two more shots before he was finally struck in the head. Screaming Ebony practically flew across the room shooting continuously until she fell on the floor behind the couch. Almost out of ammo she tried not to panic. She clenched the charm around her neck that carried the pictures of her daughter and Jake. Now there were only two men standing and six more entered the tiny apartment.

"Come on out chick, it's a rap".

"Yeah that dickhead nigga of yours is finished". The one with all the mouth was telling the others that he knew this shit would be a piece of cake and that Jake was only one man. Outraged by this madness, she stood up, no tears, just mad as hell. She looked at them all as if she could see through their ski masks they were all cowards to her, they could never take Jake down one on one. One of the men removed his ski mask and smiled. Ebony screamed.

"I knew you were the one --."

Before she could call his name, the man said,

"Now, now darling I wanna get mines too, hell we all wanna fair share and your man didn't wanna play nice", he said sarcastically. The others laughed; however they weren't brave enough to show their cowardly faces, they didn't remove their masks.

"Now come here or I will come to you." The bold one said full of anger.

"Fellas lower your weapons just maybe baby girl wanna rethink her position." It was a female's voice, why did it sound so familiar to her? Her face was concealed, but Ebony knew she knew her she just couldn't place from where.

"Maybe she just might wanna job or something", the unmask one said, unzipping his fly. She smiled at them all. She glanced around the room and spotted her daughter's favorite toy and that's when she remembered why she knew the woman's voice, she laughed sadistically and said.

"Maybe not, see I only fuck wit snakes!" Then without hesitation she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. The rain began to pour outside thunder and lightning flashed against the window pane of the apartment causing the room to light up. The infiltrators were shocked. One by one they left the scene. The unmasked man came out of the bedroom carrying a tattered briefcase. He left, but not before turning around to look at Ebony's lifeless body once more and he shook his head in disbelief.

She had mad love for that nigga he thought to himself, what a fucking waste.

Shortly after, two men stood at the entrance of the apartment, the bullet riddled bodies told a story of horror. Both men were dressed impeccably. One wore a blue pinstripe suit, white shirt, red satin tie, navy blue alligator shoes and a Borsalino that was carefully broken down just right, shadowing his handsome baby face. His fingers were laced in diamonds and he carried a cane with the head of a lion with jewelled eyes.

In front of him came in a slender gentlemen, dressed in a black suite and dark shades, he was called Decipher. He was the one who made sure the room was clear standing with his back against the opened door gun in hand.

The man with the cane walked into the room stepping over dead bodies. He quickly went into the bedroom; he removed the recliner that protected the hidden floor compartment. He opened the compartment door and removed the infant she was fine. She smiled up at him and through all that chaos she never made a sound. He pulled her close to his chest and kissed her on the forehead. Before leaving he removed several envelopes from the compartment and money that was stacked in hundred dollar increments. He walked over to Ebony's body and removed the sterling silver heart locket from her neck. He and the gentlemen left. Sirens echoed from a short distance, the boys in blue were coming it was only two hours later.

This was my beginning thunder and chaos. For my enemies it will be darkness and madness, tonight rain washed away the old but the righteous will see light. The thunder will take Vengeance for my sorrows.

MISCHIEF I AM CALLED AND THERE WILL BE NO MERCY!

FOURTH OF JULY 1967

Years later things had changed some for the better some for the worse; game is game no matter what year it is. I guess I was about fifteen or sixteen. I definitely had a great childhood growing up with my Uncle Biggs he took care of me and boy did I have a lot of Mommies. I never knew my real mom and dad. My uncle didn't talk about them much. He said they loved me a lot and he often told me I look a lot like my Mom. Oh yeah and stubborn like my father. I try to get information from my Moms but they said they didn't know them or don't remember them much. Let me explain a few things.

My Uncle Biggs, is a pimp, not just any pimp, he's the Man. He has plenty of women in this stable; I think that's what they call it. We live in a very huge house in Delaware; it was built from the ground. It has ten bedrooms and sits on 6-8acres of prime land, at least that's what they say. I have the best bedroom, everything is pink is white. I live like a princess and act like one, my Uncle says. Six women live with us, Ruby, Shytown, Bubbles, Trix, Lois Lane and Sugar. Trix's daughter Molly comes often you know to hang out with me, because were close in age. She lives with her grandmother is Wallingford N.J. These ladies no longer work the streets they just take care of me and Unc, lucky huh.

Fourth of July weekend, my Uncle had a few friends over, the usual players and their chicks. Biggs always gave a big how-to-do on the holidays. Everyone was pool side drinking, eating and partying. The music was blaring. Decipher and Bishop was doing their usual watching and protecting. Trix was in rare form, she was pissy drunk.

This happened every now and then. Ruby who was like the manager of the girls constantly tried to keep her away from Biggs. He noticed her, but continued to have a good time. Bubbles catered to him most of the evening she never left his side. Ruby eventually pulled Trix into the downstairs powder room and tried to clean her up. After a few minutes they returned to the party. One of the servants was setting out the ribs and steaks requested by Biggs. Everyone proceeded to the table for more food. Some people continued to dance, this party was definitely much better than last year's.

"Man you sure know how to throw a party, the foxes are on the floor tonight", Wizard said to Biggs. They slapped hands.

"Help yourself man have a good time", Biggs told him and patted him on the back. A young woman walked over to Wizard she was bare chested. Her boobs were enormous. She asked him to dance. He sat his plate down on the table.

"Honey you are definitely making my nite, let's get it on". He kissed her on her right breast. She laughed and they headed for the dance floor. Before long all the women except Ruby and Bubbles took off their bikini tops and threw them in the pool, this went on for hours. Trix was sitting poolside; she was powdering her nose as they say, rambling to herself. She always thought she should be the bottom ho. She always secretly hated Biggs for placing a silly white one above her. Trix was a caramel-brown skinned woman, nice figured and in her hay day she brought Biggs plenty of loot. A waiter walked by her she demanded him to bring her a double Jack neat. He nodded and returned with one quickly. Not quick enough cause she hollered at him and threw the drink in his face. He turned to look at Biggs mad as a hatter. Biggs gestured for him to just walk away. Pissed he did so and stormed off towards the kitchen, removing the red scarf from his neck and cussing under his breath. Biggs told Ruby to remove her and Ruby quickly went over to her and grabbed her arm. A few of the guest noticed her behavior and a couple of the ladies turned up their noses and made rude comments to each other, snickering. Wizard walked over to his ladies and reminded them of their places enough said. Trix refused to leave and pulled away from Ruby.

"I'll leave, but first I want to make a toast" she said slurring her words and just barely able to stand. Ruby glanced at Biggs who was now standing. Bubbles tried to grab hold of his arm. He snatched away and turned to look at her. She quietly took a seat and took a sip of her drink, nervously. He took a step forward and tried to get everyone's attention by saying.

"You know how it is some hoes can't hold their liquor or their tongues carry on, no fool just fun I always say." Just then Trix explained she didn't need no jive ass nigga making excuses for her. She went on to say how he thought his white bitch was all that. Ruby tried to stop her and Biggs said.

"Let her finish so we can please finish enjoying ourselves". So she did.

"Things would be different if my real man was here. A lot of bullshit would come to an end. Jake-the-Snake would have made sure of that. That was a real pimp a real man. A man whose shoes you could never fill, so let's drink to that, Mr. Biggs", holding up her glass, spilling vodka everywhere. Biggs began to clap his hands loudly walking over to her.

"Let's hear it for the heart felt speech", he said. Then he slapped her so hard she fell to the concrete, and then he dragged her over to the table where the cake was by her fake ponytail and proceeded to smash her face in the cake.

"I guess I bought this shit especially for you." He kept smashing her face in it, holding her head downward and swearing. After he was done he let her lifeless body fall to the ground. He picked up the bottle of champagne and poured the entire bottle on her.

"Here ya go Bitch why don't you wash it down with this." He slammed the bottle down it shattered all around her on the ground, cutting her face and back. The waiter who Trix threw the drink on handed him a towel and Biggs wiped his hands and said,

"Now that was a toast", he laughed hysterically and so did the guests after a few seconds watching his facial expression. Biggs didn't make any apologies he just continued on as nothing happened and so did everyone else, except Bubbles who felt embarrassed for her. She tried not to show Biggs she was upset so she pretended to laugh too. She smiled at him lifted her glass and said, "Touché".

The evening continued into the early morning some of the guests were passed out by the pool others collected their things and gradually went home, the place was left a mess. The help was told to retired about 5am. Boy did they have their work cut out for them in the morning. The housekeepers made plates to take home to their families. Biggs always insisted that they do he was very good to the people that catered for his parties.

The girls all retired to their rooms and Biggs fixed himself a Scotch. Bubbles was still at his side, he patted her on the ass and told her he'll be up soon. She kissed him on his cheek and took off. He sat at the bar and thought about how Trix had embarrassed him. He gulped down his drink and fixed another. He walked into the main house; slowly he walked upstairs, and then walked down the corridor leading to Trix's room. He could hear music coming from her room, soft music turned down almost to a whisper. He removed his belt from his tailored made pants and pushed her door open slowly. She was facing her vanity. She was naked removing her makeup taking off her false eyelashes and staring at herself in the oversized mirror. Trix started to attend to the small cut on her cheek, but she saw his reflection in the mirror and she bravely said.

(Continues...)



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