Fearless 2

Chapter One2011 Present night Buzzzzz! The huge metal door of the federal prison facility rolled back. As soon as there was enough room for a body to walk through the opening, thirty-six year old Davino strolled out wearing the exact same clothing he did when he’d went inside. An L.A fitted cap and a black Dickie suit. As he strode towards a big body Escalade truck, he couldn’t help taking in the full scope of the huge vehicle. It was triple black with twenty-eight inch chrome rims which gleamed. He could tell the SUV had a rather large sound system because the loud music coming from it caused it to pulsate. Acknowledging this, Davino smiled broadly, thinking of how his homeboy, Buck, loved everything big from his cars to his women. Davino walked upon the front passenger door of the Cadillac truck and opened it. As soon as he did he was smacked in the face by the sound MMG’s Self Made album. Sliding into the seat, he slammed the door shut behind him and dapped up his man, Buck. Buck was a dark-skinned brotha that wore his hair in a short afro. He had a medium build and hands that were scarred from years of brawling in the streets. The man was a warrior, some may even say a gladiator, but all would agree he was a coldblooded killa. When Davino was out on the streets and running the show, Buck was his enforcer. All he had to do was point his finger and the nigga that had violated would be left bleeding where ever the f**k he was standing. It was safe to say that Buck was about his murder game. “Welcome home, baby!” Buck greeted Davino with a big smile, dapping him up. A blunt was pinched between his fingers and the smoke from it was wafting around him. He was in a brown long sleeve T-shirt which you could see the outlining of his wife beater under and blue jeans. “Thanks, bruh. I thought I’d never be so happy to see yo’ ugly ass face again.” Davino cracked a smile. “f**k you, man.” He grinned and pulled off, trying to pass the blunt to Davino. “I’m good.” “You good? Nigga, yo’ ass could smoke Snoop Dogg under the table before you went in, now you don’t chief?” he asked, indulging in the blunt again as he steered the SUV. “Yeah, man, s**t’s changed since I been away. I don’t drink or smoke no mo’.” Davino confessed. “If I’m gonna be the head of my own empire again, then I’ma do it with a clean and sober mind, you feel me?” “Most def’. That’s grown man shit.” He busted a right at the corner. At that moment, Buck’s cellular rang and he switched hands with the blunt. Blowing smoke out of his mouth, he pulled out his cell phone and looked at the screen to see who was calling him. Seeing that the number was familiar, he answered the call and pressed the device to his ear. “’Sup wit it?” Buck spoke into the cell phone. “I’m on my way now with ‘em. Yep, we’ll be there in a hot one. Peace.” He disconnected the call. “Who was that?” Davino inquired. “The young homie, you know ‘em…Reckless. Said he has you a welcome home gift and shit.” “Is that right?” “Yep.” “If it’s not p***y or food then it can wait, you already know what kinda time I’m on.” Davino rubbed his stomach and grinned. He’d been thinking about all of the s**t he was gone eat his last three months locked up. In fact, he’d been fasting for the past two days just so he could pig out on some s**t. He couldn’t make up his mind on what he wanted to eat so he said f**k it, and decided to get everything he could think of. Buck’s face turned serious and he said, “Trust me, Davino, you wouldn’t want this to wait. As a matter of fact, it’s something you been wanting to do since you were incarcerated.” Davino looked to Buck and Buck nodded. They’d just communicated to one another what they had in mind. “Since it’s that, food and p***y gone have to take a backseat.” Davino’s eyebrows slanted and his nose wrinkled up. He tightened his jaws and a vein twitched at his temple thinking about the punk-ass mothafucka directly responsible for putting him on lock for the past ten years. “So, you want me to take you where he’s at?” Buck looked back and forth between the windshield and his boss. “Please, do.” He clenched his fists so tight that his knuckles bulged. He busied himself by staring out through the window at the city streets. *** Buck led Davino down into the basement of a crack house. Coming down the staircase, he could see the light shining in the darkness from the center of the room. He also heard the growling of a dog as it was mauling someone. The person that was being attacked tried his damndest to scream, but whatever was inside of his mouth was prohibiting it. Once Davino and Buck reached the landing of the basement they found a young man by the name of, Reckless. He was a rather short dude with a muscular body and short dreadlocks. His dark caramel skin displayed the tattoos that covered him from his neck down to his sleeves. He had thick eyebrows, a big pickle nose and big pink lips. There was also a gap between his two front teeth, and one was longer than the other. He’d probably rank number three in the world’s ugliest dudes, but his reputation as a killa was fearsome. “That’s right, get his b***h-ass, boy, get ‘em!” Reckless egged his pit pull on as he held firm to the chain he had him on. He was wearing a black bandana around his neck, a gray hoodie and red Dickies. Reckless watched as his pit bull, who had its jaws locked on Lil’ J’s leg, shook its enormous head from side to side. The wild beast shaking its head caused Lil’ J’s naked body to fall down in the chair he was duct taped to. Lil’ J’s eyes were wide and full of fear. He looked down at the animal, hollering over and over again. The veins in his temples and neck bulged as he screamed in terror, trying to kick the dog from off his mangled leg. “Grrrrrrrr!” the pit bull shook its head violently, causing Lil’ J to slide back and forth on the floor. The animal’s mouth was covered in blood and blood was also dripping on the ground. Buck and Davino stood by watching the pit bull maul Lil’ J for a minute. Once Davino got tired of watching the show, he called for Reckless to stop. Seeing that his big homie was finally home caused Reckless to smile. He tugged on his pit bull’s chain and commanded it to stop. The beast obliged him and returned to his side, sitting down. The dog looked around panting with blood dripping from its mouth. Reckless took the time to chain his pit bull up to a radiator at the far corner of the basement. He then stepped to Davino and gave him a gangsta hug, patting him on his back. When they broke their embrace, Davino held him at arm’s length and looked him over. It had been ten long years since he’d seen him. The young gangsta was twelve-years-old then, but now he was twenty-two with strong street ties and credentials. “From a pup to a hound, huh?” Davino smiled further. “That’s right a big dog. And I got Buck to thank for showin’ me the ropes.” Reckless admitted. “Real s**t, the homie groomed me to be the G I am today.” “Yeah, I heard how my young homie been out here ripping and tearing s**t up. I thought you’d probably got too big for yo’ Dickies and would wanna have to run the outfit yo’ self. Thought I was gone have to come down here and get in yo’ ass.” Davino stood back and threw playful punches at the young wig splitta. Reckless bobbed, weaved and threw a couple back at him. They then hugged again. “Welcome home, big homie!” “It feels good to be back, fam.” Davino patted him on his shoulder. He looked over to Lil’J and his face balled up with anger and his jaws squared. The vein at his temple bulged with hostility. “Excuse me,” he told Reckless and stepped over to Lil’ J, looking down at him. He didn’t say anything for a minute as he looked at him, taking stock of his wounds. Reckless’s pit bull had chewed on his face as well as the rest of his body. The poor bastard had bite marks covering him from head to toe. His normally tapered curly hair was wet with his own blood and sweat. He was shaking uncontrollably, and at that moment he had just pissed on himself. “Y’all sit this piece of s**t up, man.” With their boss having given the order, Buck and Reckless sat Lil’ J up in the chair. He sat there with his head bowed and shaking continuously. They then stepped back and allowed Davino to approach him. The first them he did was press his sneaker against Lil’ J’s testicles and mash down on them. Instantly, his head shot up and he hollered out in excruciation, but the gag in his mouth halted any sound from escaping. Once Davino lifted his sneaker from off his nuts, Lil’ J was left looking him in his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes and went sliding down his cheeks. “You got the nerve to cry, you slimy mothafucka? You wasn’t crying when you planted that bird in my truck and called them crackas on me! Yo’ ho-ass wasn’t crying then, now was ya?” Davino smacked him viciously, back and forth across his face. Sweat and blood flew from off his face and splashed on the floor. Lil’ J was Davino were brothas. Lil’ J acted as his second in command, but he had bigger aspirations. f**k being an underboss, he wanted to be the head nigga in charge, and the only way he could do that was with his brotha out of the way. Realizing this, Lil’ J snuck the car keys off Davino one night when he’d gotten high and drunk at a bachelor party for one of their homeboys. He stashed a kilo of cocaine under the spare tire and called the police on him once he’d left the party. Davino was got popped with the kilo and was sentenced to a mandatory of ten years. While he was locked up, he gave his plug to his little brotha and let him run s**t. Lil’ J had always seemed to be envious of Davino, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He never thought in a million years his brotha would set him up, but something at the back of his mind was telling him otherwise. This was why he decided to sic one of the baddest bitches in the city on his brotha. She was a red bone with big t**s and an even bigger ass, by the name of Suga. Suga had some fire head and her p***y was the truth. She had Lil’ J’s ass opened like a can of paint. Homie was tricking hard on little mama. He took her on shopping sprees, bought her a Benz, copped her her own little townhouse out in Manhattan Beach and even proposed to the b***h. One night while pillow talking, Lil’ J f****d up and told Suga how he’d set his brotha up. As soon as she left that morning, she dropped the news on Buck who then reported it to Davino. Although Buck and Reckless were ready to lay that nigga Lil’ J down, Davino called for them to stand down. He didn’t want anybody laying a hand on his brotha while he was locked up. As far as he was concerned, he was the one that had been wronged, so Lil’ J was his problem to deal with. Davino had been waiting for his revenge for eight long years, and now, here was his chance to pay it back to the nigga that had stabbed him in the back. “Yo’,” Reckless tapped Davino and he looked at him. “I got somethin’ for you behind the staircase, follow me.” Reckless and Davino disappeared into the shadows behind the staircase, leaving Buck alone with Lil’ J. While they were gone, Buck pummeled his face with punches, sending sweat and blood flying from off him. Lil’ J’s head jumped back and rocked from side to side from the vicious punches which swelled him up worse and caused the cuts on his face to bleed more. Once Buck had finished beating on him, he was breathing shakily. Staring at the young man with hatred in his heart, he wiped his bloody fists on his pants. “You a real piece of s**t, you know that? I should pop yo’ ass down here, but you deserve something worse than death.” Buck shook his head and harped up some phlegm, spitting in Lil’J’s face. The nasty glob splattered against his forehead, rolled and dripped off his brow. Davino emerged from out of the shadows of the staircase shortly after Reckless. He was wearing a wielding mask and a blow torch. He activated the torch and a flame sputtered to life. The bluish yellow flame licked at the air, illuminating the mask that he was wearing. Davino slowly brought the flame towards Lil’ J causing him to lean his head all the way to the side and dance in his chair. He was hollered something, but again the gag prohibited him from saying anything. Lil’ J whipped his body from left to right as the flame neared him, making the chair he was in screech across the floor. The flame was about to touch his face when he pushed off the floor with the balls of his feet. The chair tilted to the left and slammed hard against the asphalt. Lil’ J winced as he lay where he was on the floor. Looking up, he saw Davino bending down to cook the side of his face. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” Lil’ J’s eyes bulged and his mouth stretched wide open, showcasing all the cavities he had inside of his big mouth. The flame of the torch sizzled and cooked the flesh on Lil’ J’s face, melting it like cheese. Davino brought the flame up and down the side of his face and neck, letting the fire singe his hair and burn his skin. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” he tried his hardest to scream through the gag, but it wasn’t working. He continued to thrash around on the floor as the flame cooked him alive. *** The Escalade truck pulled into the recreational center and drove around to the basketball court. Once it stopped, its doors opened and everyone hopped out, Davino, Buck and Reckless. Davino stood beside the truck’s hatch with a big hammer and a tan sack of large nails. He watched as Buck opened the hatch. Together, he and Reckless pulled Lil’ J’s bloody, naked ass out and drug him over to the basketball court. The entire move Lil’ J’s head was bowed and he was moaning from his wounds. The entire left side of his head and face had been charred by the blow torch. His flesh looked like beef jerky. Once the fellas had taken him to the center of the basketball court, they were instructed by Davino to hold his arms down. They obliged him. Davino got down on his knees and sat his fitted cap aside on the asphalt. He then took three of the nails out of the sack. He placed one against Lil’ J’s right palm, holding it there as he lifted his hammer high above his head. He held the hammer above his head a moment, and then he swung it downward with all of his might. Ding! The nail penetrated Lil’ J’s palm and blood flew. Lil’ J’s eyes stretched so far open they looked like golf balls in his eyes sockets. He screamed in bloody murder, with that pink thing at the back of his throat shaking. “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” Lil’ J screamed louder and louder. He thrashed around but Buck and Reckless held fast. “Gag this punk-ass nigga’z mouth!” A scowling Davino ordered, holding the nail and lifting the hammer above his head again. With the command given, Reckless pulled off the only sock Lil’ J was wearing and crammed it inside of his mouth, holding his hand down over it. Ding! Ring! Ping! Davino swung his hammer down with great force, driving the nail further and further into Lil’J’s hand. Lil’ J screamed as loud as he could, but the gag muffled the sound that threatened to leave his mouth. Dink! The hammer swung downward again and pinned Lil’ J’s hand to the ground. Breathing shakily, Davino rose to his feet, with specks of blood on his face and shirt. Using the lower half of his shirt, he wiped his face and begun on Lil’ J’s other palm. Again, he placed the nail against it, holding it in place. He lifted the hammer again, and brought it down with all the might he could muster. Dink! Dink! Ring! Lil’ J thrashed around, hollering aloud, but his efforts were useless. More blood flew, clinging to Davino’s clothes and face. Buck and Reckless turned their heads so that the blood wouldn’t get into their faces and eyes. Lil’ J’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. It looked like there were white Q-balls in his eyes sockets. His mouth quivered in agony. “Disloyal-ass nigga, ‘pose to be my brotha, but you betrayed me! You f*****g Judas!” A furious Davino hollered aloud, spit flying from off his big lips. Dink! Dink! Ring! Each downward swing of the hammer forced the nail further and further into Lil’ J’s palm. His screaming had ceased and he lay there, letting Davino do to him what he willed. Dink! Dink! Ring! The hammer struck fast and angrily, until it finally pinned Lil’ J’s other hand to the asphalt. As he lay there going into shock, Davino picked up the last nail and moved down to his feet. He crossed his feet over one another and held the nail against them. He hammered the nail over and over again until Lil’ J’s feet were pinned and bloody. “Look into that sack and gemme that crown, Buck.” Davino told him. Buck fished a crown of thorns from out of the sack and carefully passed it to him. Davino took it and placed it over Lil’ J’s head. The pointy thorns that it was made of pricked his forehead and blood ran down his face. The blood that spilled outlined his brows, the side of his nose and both sides of his mouth. Davino rose to his feet breathing hard, with his face shiny from perspiration. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and slipped his fitted cap back over his head. With Reckless and Buck by his side, he looked down at his brotha who he’d crucified. “While I was locked up, I heard you said you was like Jesus to mothafuckaz in the streets. We’ll now you get to die like ‘em.” Davino said to Lil’ J hatefully. He then looked to Buck. “Hand me the sack and let’s get the f**k from up outta here.” Buck handed him the sack and he dropped the hammer inside of it. He then slung the sack over his shoulder and carried it back to the Cadillac truck. He climbed inside of the SUV with Buck and Reckless getting in behind him. Buck cranked the big body truck up and drove off into the night.