💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

MALICE

And I ain't sure that’s a good thing.

Author POV

They pulled up to a warehouse deep in DeKalb County—one of the main spots. With more than fifty cars lined up outside, Zeus already knew the crew was clocked in. Ghenesis sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching him as he reached into the glovebox and grabbed his gun.

“Whatever you do, stay close until I say otherwise,” Zeus muttered without looking at her.

She nodded, heart thudding against her ribs as they stepped out the truck. The two guards outside recognized Zeus instantly and opened the warehouse door without hesitation. Inside, the building was packed—men shoulder to shoulder, the air thick with tension and weed smoke. All heads turned the moment Zeus and Ghenesis stepped in.

Ghenesis stiffened under their stares, a wave of discomfort rushing over her. She instinctively grabbed Zeus’s hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, trying to pull away.

But Zeus didn’t let go. Instead, he laced his fingers through hers and pulled her closer to his side.

They made their way to the front, where the boys—Nico, Dice, Mason—stood in front of three bloodied men tied to chairs. The tension in the air turned suffocating.

“What the hell…” Ghenesis whispered as Zeus let go of her hand and stepped forward.

“Well well well… hello, gentlemen,” Zeus said, voice calm but laced with danger.

“Malice… man please jus—”

“I’m sorry, did I ask you to speak?” Zeus raised his gun, aiming it squarely at the man's head.

“N-no…”

“So why the hell I hear your voice?” Zeus growled.

The man trembled, too scared to speak again. Zeus lowered the gun and walked to a long table behind the captives. It held what he liked to call his toys—sledgehammers, pliers, metal rods. Tools not meant for fixing shit.

He grabbed a mid-sized sledgehammer and casually walked back toward the group.

“Now I got a few questions… and I suggest y’all answer right,” he said, spinning the hammer in his hand like it weighed nothing.

“Depending on what y’all say,” Zeus continued, “determines if you walk out this bitch… or get carried.”

“Wait—”

Before Ghenesis could finish the thought, Dice gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side.

“Don’t,” he whispered, shaking his head. “You don’t wanna see this.”

Dice knew firsthand what happened when Zeus blacked out. He didn’t want his sister caught in the crossfire—mentally or physically.

Zeus pointed the hammer at the middle guy. “Elliot, right?”

“Y-yes, sir.” The man nodded, crying now.

“Where’s my money?”

“W-we don’t have it.”

“I’m aware of that. Who’d you give it to?”

“Malice, I didn’t have a choice—he was gonna—”

CRACK!

The sound of metal against bone echoed through the warehouse. Ghenesis flinched hard. Elliot’s chair toppled, his body convulsing on the floor as blood gushed from the wound. Foam dripped from his mouth. He was barely alive.

“One down… two to go,” Zeus said with a laugh, not even glancing at the bleeding man.

He turned to the next.

“Now, you… who y’all give my money to?”

“B… Bishop,” the man whispered, trembling.

“Speak the fuck up,” Zeus snapped, grabbing him by the throat.

“B-Bishop!” he cried louder.

Zeus let go and nodded. “See? Wasn’t that hard?”

He swung the hammer low, smashing it into the man’s chest. The chair slid back from the impact as the man gasped, choking on his own blood before collapsing into a limp mess.

The third man sobbed uncontrollably, struggling against the restraints.

“The fuck you crying for?” Zeus chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “Was you cryin’ when you stole from me?”

“Please… I’ll get it back, I swear—”

“That’s the problem… I don’t need you to,” Zeus said flatly.

With a grunt, he brought the hammer down hard, cracking the man’s jaw and sending blood flying. Blow after blow came until the man’s head barely clung to his shoulders. And with one final swing, Zeus knocked it clean off.

Blood sprayed across the floor, walls, and his clothes. He caught the head midair, tossed it up again—and slammed it against the wall like a baseball. It exploded into pieces.

The room was dead silent.

Zeus turned to face the crowd, dark-eyed and breathing hard. Every man in the building stared back, paralyzed with fear.

“Pack up all our shit at the drop spots. Inventory goes to Black Hole by morning. And clean this mess off my fuckin’ floor.”

The warehouse erupted in motion. People scattered, rushing to clean or carry out orders. Ghenesis still stood frozen, her chest rising and falling fast, face pale. She’d seen death before, but never like this. Not like him.

Zeus avoided her gaze. He didn’t want to see the horror in her eyes—not when he already felt it in his bones.

“Dice, take my sister home,” he said, pulling the blunt from behind his ear and lighting it with shaking fingers.

Dice nodded, gently guiding Ghenesis away, her steps slow and shaken.

Nico watched her go and leaned toward Zeus. “You think she ready for this? ’Cause if me and Mason ain’t been behind her, she would've bolted.”

Zeus exhaled smoke and shrugged. “No, I don’t think she is… but it ain’t up to us. She gon’ have to learn to be.”

And with that, he stared at the bloodied floor—one step closer to becoming exactly what he swore he’d never be.

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