Chapter Eight: Violence
The guys arrived to the exact location Chad and his men were holding London. As informed, two guards stood by the wired silver gate. It took under five minutes for Mad Dog to take them both down. He cracked open the code to the gate after hacking the security system. Mad Dog is a pretty big built nigga, he was both street and book smart. He had a passion for hacking into shit. The guys split into two teams of ten as they walked through the gate, being very quick and discreet. “It's a go for my team." Dre spoke into the ear piece that all connected into their ear. Giving Dex the signal, Izaiah and the other eight guys stood back as he opened the door for them to enter. Their five inside workers notified them of the set up on the inside.
Soon as they entered gun shots went off at the three men who started blasting shots, they were no match for the ten guys who wore bullet proof vests. “Everybody still good?" A voice questioned through the ear piece. "Check." A few voices responded. There were about fifteen dudes from Chad's team in the building, so far they already killed five. This was just the beginning. They soon split into four teams of five, leaving Izaiah, Jigs, Dex, Travis and Mad Dog on one team. They never been inside the abandoned trap house before, but they were very aware of the inside. Thanks to the inside intel, they were able to take down three more men without being harmed in the crossfire.
"Eight down." Jigs voice spoke, keeping count of all the bodies that were dropped. They didn't care who you were, wasn't no one leaving out this bitch alive.
“Look out!" Mad Dog yelled, pushing Travis out the way as a shot to the leg took him down. All four men began firing shots at the direction, where two men stood, firing back. Jigs caught a head shot, using his revolver. It didn't take long for the other guy to finally drop to the floor, his body was being blasted. "Bitch ass." Jigs mumbled. They kept their ski masks on while helping Mad Dog off the floor. "Y'all can't keep dragging my big ass." He spoke. “We can't leave yo' ass neither." Jigs told him.
"Just put me in one these rooms, I'a talk ta' y'all from the head sets." Mad Dog told the guys. He took a direct shot to the kneecap. The guys agreed, moving him into a empty secure room. They made sure he was strapped with two guns and extra bullets, just in case some shit was to pop off. “Three down! Three down!" Dre spoke into their ears, letting them know they took down three more men. This seemed awfully to easy to Izaiah, and that made his suspicions raise. “Four more to go." Jigs spoke, not losing count. They quietly walked down the hallway with dimmed lights. Approaching the first door, Jigs and Travis went in, making sure no one was inside.
"Empty." Travis said as Dex and Izaiah checked the next room. “Empty." Dex assured the rest of the team as Izaiah looked around, clenching his jaw tight. The four men piled back into the hallway, walking to the right door at the end of the hall. No noises were coming from the other side. Izaiah turned the lock, noticing the door was locked. He swiftly kicked in the door, revealing a blindfolded London, who was scared for her life. “Please, please." She pleaded as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her body was shaking due to how terrified she was. Izaiah quickly rushed over, removing the blindfold from her face. He was now face to face with the only other person he loved so much in the world.
Her beautiful, happy eyes were now filled with fright. He cupped her face, wiping away the tears with his thumb. “I-Izaiah, I, I" her wobbly voice spoke, struggling to form a sentence, pulling her husband in for a hug. He held his grip on her waist tightly as they embraced one another. He expected to see a very poking stomach but, he looked down at her flat stomach as the over sized t-shirt graced her body. “I thought I wasn't going to see you again." She cried into his chest. “I'm here now. I'mma get us outta here, safe." Izaiah promised his wife as she continued to cry.
"We got company Z." Jigs informed Izaiah, breaking the moment he and his wife were having. Izaiah quickly pulled a glock from the inside of his vest. “Look, I need you to take this headset." He told her removing his ear piece, putting it into her ear. "I also need you to take this." He handed her the gun. “I, c-can't." She stuttered. “Baby! I need you to cooperate. The headset is gonna allow me to communicate with you, the gun is for yo' protection. We gonna cover you, I need you to run straight out dis' bitch. There's a black suv parked a little down the street." Izaiah paused, wiping her tears. At this time, shots were starting to ring off. "Go, now!" He yelled pushing her out the door as Jigs, Dex and Travis stood in front of them, firing shots.
"Izaiah." London called out, causing him to look back as he loaded his gun. "I love you." She spoke.
“I love you more. Now go." He told her, gearing up to come face to face with his enemy, one last time. He watched as London disappeared out the house, safely. Both men were sprawled out, dead on the floor. A voice echoed, coming closer to the middle of the hallway where they were standing. Izaiah was familiar with the toneless voice. "Well, well." Chad spoke, coming out of the shadows. “I see you've made a mess." He smirked, looking down at the two dead men on the floor. He didn't care much for them, in fact being the only one out the the fifteen men left, excited him.
"Mess? I see it more as cleanin' up." Izaiah told him keeping that dangerous look in his eyes. “What? You gonna shoot me down like the rest of these fools?" He questioned, laughing. He was the only one finding this all assuming. The Jones family are all sick fucks, nothing but nut shells waiting to crack.
“Tell yo guys fall back. This between you and I." He spoke eyeing Dex, as if they had unfinished business.
“Since it's just y'all two handling shit, hand them fucking guns over." Jigs spoke walking towards him with his revolver aimed. He removed the two pistols from his waistband, aiming the gun at his head. One slight move, Jigs was pulling his trigger.
Izaiah and the other guys watched as Jigs shoved an unarmed Chad into the room, having him sit in the same exact chair London was once tied to. They left the room, giving Izaiah and Chad their time. Izaiah sniffed, causing his nose to flair up. “You gon tell me why you started all this trouble?" Izaiah questioned, eyeing Chad as he held no type of expression to his face. “Is you gon tell me why you killed my mother fucking sister?" Chad asked, growing angry. “Yous a bitch ass nigga, still tripping over shit I done explained." Izaiah snapped, sending a punch to his nose, causing blood to pour down.
"I told you, ya fuckin' sista was a nut ass case, just like you, y'all mama and the rest of the nut ass Jones." Izaiah told him, sending another punch to his face. See, Chad only knew how to throw shots. When it came to throwing hands, he was no match for Izaiah. His whole face was now covered in his own blood. “Where's my baby clown ass nigga?" Izaiah asked through his clenched teeth. “That baby dead. Wasn't gon' make it after that shot, it was either yo' baby or yo' wife. I did you a solid telling them to save home girl." Chad smirked, only bringing more anger to Izaiah. He charged at Chad, sending direct blows to his head with his bare knuckles. Izaiah was in full rage, seeing nothing but red.
"Fuck you!" Chad spat, spitting a mouthful of blood at Izaiah. He was getting his ass handed to him and he wasn't even fighting back, not that Izaiah would give him the chance to anyway. Izaiah chuckled, wiping his face with the sleeve of his jacket. The worse thing you could ever do, is fix yourself to spit on someone, that was just straight up disrespect.
“For a whole year you had me thinking my wife was dead. You crashed my mother fucking wedding, G. Then you paid people to tell me she dead..you cost me my child. You sad...for real." Izaiah looked at him with disgust. “At least when I killed Tiffany wasn't no beating around bushes, pussy ass nigga." Izaiah looked at Chad one final time before pulling his gun back out.
"What you waiting for? Do it nigga!" Chad yelled as he smirked with a bloody mouth. “You know, it ain't have ta' end like dis'. But now, just like your sister..I gotta put you out the pitiful misery." Izaiah cocked up the glock, aiming right in between his eyes. Pulling the trigger, he emptied the clip into Chad's dome piece, feeling no type of sympathy. His life-less body fell out of the iron chair and onto the floor. His blood splattered out on the wall behind him. He opened the door, signaling Travis to hand him the device in the duffel bag across his chest.
Izaiah carefully placed it onto the floor, starting the countdown timer. "I need everybody out dis' bitch within the next six minutes." His voice said into the headset. They all rushed out the house, running down the street as the place went up in flames. Soon after, London and Izaiah were sharing a kiss, reuniting at last. He only could image what his wife endured being in Chad's possession, but he would no longer be a problem.. just all the hardships they had awaiting their marriage, which they had no clue of.
It's not how it starts, it's how it ends.