Chapter Ten:
Explanations
Cameron 'Mizz' Hussain Hudson
Chicago, Illinois
"Word on the street is that 021 Melly is hiding out in one of his bitches' crib. Ain't no one seen him since the day yo girl got shot." Koop took a drag of his blunt as he slumped down on Cameron's sofa, worriedly looking at his friend.
"I been knew that 021 was involved but I ain't ever expect 'em to have the balls to do this shit." He groaned before grabbing the double cup and taking a sip, his eyes were red and low as he glanced at his glock that rested on his lap.
"Nigga, we been knew that Melly was gonna come for you. He their main shooter foh a reason." Cash spoke before he snatched the blunt off Koop, "One thing about that fool is that he love posting shit. Just wait a bit and he gon' expose himself on social media."
"Do I got time to be waitin' for a lil boy to mock my girl on Twitter or Insta? Nah man. Fuck this shit, I'm goin to his baby mama house." Cameron stood up grabbing both his guns, tucking them in before holding his double cup and walking towards the door.
"We ridin' too." Cash shouted as he jumped up and followed his friend. Koop did the same thing and he snatched the blunt back on the way to the car.
-XX-
They were in the east side of Chicago now, they weren't in their own territory no more. However, Cameron was way too angry to care. He didn't like the fact that niggas thought that they could try him and his people and get away with it. Cameron was called King for a reason, he didn't play about with nobody. Anyone who opposed him was gunned down, anyone who tried him would fail and anyone who tried to sell without notifying him would feel his wrath.
There was a reason he was the biggest King pin in Chicago. He wasn't afraid of nobody.
Finally about to reach the place, all three of them got their guns ready. Koop especially because he was the best shooter out of all of them, his aim was next-level. If he wasn't thugging out, he could've made it in the military with his aim.
"Yo that's him!" Cash shouted as they pointed at Melly, he was on the sidewalk in front of his baby mama house walking his little girl around.
"We shootin?" Koop looked at his friend, he knew that Cameron was against shooting people indent of kids, for some reason that was a line even he wasn't willing to cross.
"Nah, we'll wait out for him." He said before driving past, parking nearby and watching Melly play with his daughter. For some reason, he looked at peace when he was playing with her. Away from all the violence and chaos.
Cameron didn't believe in traumatising little kids, even if they stood in the way of his revenge. Although this was admirable, someone didn't have the same belief.
The three of them watched in silence as a darkskin nigga walked towards Melly and his daughter. He was too far to see clearly and he was wearing a black hoodie but you could see his gold grills and the tattoos all over him, Cameron thought that he looked a bit similar to someone he knew. He just couldn't tell who.
Out of no where, the darkskin boy pulled out a glock and shot Melly 15 times, from his head to his dick. The little girl screamed before running into the house, leaving her daddy's dead body.
He then proceeded to walk in the direction of Cameron's car, all three of them were alert as they watched him walk, they didn't know who he was and they'd never seen him before. But he looked mad as hell. Almost evil.
The boy opened the door of the car parked in front of them but before he got in, he stared right into his car. Before aiming his gun at them and shooting once, then he jumped into his car and drove off.
"Yo!" Cash shouted because the bullet missed him by an inch.
"Who the fuck was that bro!" Koop turned to check his friend who was sitting in the backseat.
Cameron ignored them and stared at the hole that was on his windshield.
"Ion know who he was but he looked professional, without a doubt he prolly got like 10+ bodies." Cameron spoke up as he watched the cat just drive off, how many enemies did Melly have?
Rubbing his hands, he started the car and began driving to Cash's crib. He knew that the murder wasn't going to be solved, Melly had been a big problem for the police so they weren't gonna bother with opening a proper case for him.
Pulling up in front of the house, he looked around at his friends before unlocking the car. They all fist bumped before Cash and Koop slid out the car and walked towards the house.
"You pussy whipped bro!" Koop shouted at Cameron, laughing at him with Cash. They all knew where he was going now and they still found it hard to believe that he'd spent the last two weeks killing all the niggas involved with what had happened.
"Shut up foo, if you lonely just say dat!" Cameron shouted back before speeding off, leaving them together laughing.
-XX-
As the sun set, Cameron was driving while listening to "Sex, Money, Feelings die" by Lykke Li. He was humming the lyrics as drove towards Renee's apartment block.
The cracked windshield didn't bother him, all he was worried about was what she was thinking. He knew she was pissed about him not visiting her but he'd been so fucked during those two weeks that couldn't face her. Guilt ate at him everyday to the point where he went out every night, killing all the members of 021 until finishing off with their leader, Melly.
He ain't really get Melly but he was finally dead.
Cameron still felt hella guilty but it'd calmed down and he could finally talk to her without him being high on weed or lean. The stress was so high that he'd been sipping again but he wasn't worried, soon as he was good again, he'd stop sipping again. As soon as he got back his favourite addiction, he'd be okay.
Parking his car, he hurried up the stairs before knocking on the door. Running his hand over his waves, he waited until the door opened and there stood Reneé with a tube top and some Nike pros, she looked angry as hell.
"What're you doing here, Mizz?" She folded her arms over her chest as she looked at him with hurt.
"Listen, I know you been wondering where I been and I know you mad that I ain't check up on you but-"
"You know what? I don't care, you ain't gotta explain yourself to me. I'm not your girl, Mizz." Reneé cut him off, she was clearly hurt because her eyes were red and puffy and it definitely wasn't from weed because she didn't even smoke.
"Stop calling me Mizz. I'm just Cameron to you." He sighed, "Baby, I found him and he's dead. You ain't gotta worry about your safety. I couldn't face you, I felt so guilty and thought you hated my ass so I stayed away." He confessed, his eyes were staring right into Reneé. Cameron was being real right now, he was being raw and open with her.
"I don't blame you, Cameron. I knew what I was getting into, next time, please just come visit me." Reneé said as she walked towards him and put her head on his chest.
She had a cast on so she couldn't hug him, instead he just wrapped his arms around her and embraced her warmly. He still felt guilty that she was hurt but he was happier that she'd forgiven him.
"There ain't finna be a next time, no one touching you. I ain't afraid to kill." Cameron mumbled as he hugged her.
She invited him into the apartment and he walked in behind her. Reneé walked into the living room and sat down with Cameron, she cuddled into him. That was until someone came up from behind them.
"Yo, Nene, who this nigga?" Reese asked as he put the plate of food in front of his sister and stared at the man who was laid up with her.
That was when Cameron realised. This was the darkskin nigga that had gunned down Melly.