Dirty Little Angel

Wendy lay in the corner of her bedroom, beaten and bloody. Her body was broken, but her soul and spirit were stronger than ever. She had always known that Danielle’s dangerous past would probably catch up to her and that she might have serious trouble coming her way. But God was talking to her and He told her that if it came down to it, then she might have to die for her sister, in order for Danielle to live. Crown had no idea what he was getting himself into. There were forces at work that Crown wouldn’t understand since he didn’t believe in God. Crown only believed in power and himself.

Crown beat and tortured Wendy more but she still didn’t talk. They had the TV volume up to block out the screams from her. They were confused when Wendy didn’t scream at all. She took the beating like a warrior and Crown couldn’t understand it.

“Bitch, why don’t you fuckin’ talk?” he shouted. “It ain’t that hard. This shit can be over with, just give her up! What the fuck is she to you, anyway?”

“My sister in need,” Wendy stated.

“Your what?”

Wendy tried to get up from the floor, but Crown smacked her back down.

“You get up when I tell you to get up,” he shouted.

“Crown, let me get a go at the bitch. I’ll make her talk,” Harlem suggested.

“She’s mine,” Crown retorted.

“Fuck this bitch!” Crown exclaimed.

Crown pressed his gun to the center of Wendy’s forehead.

“I’ll send you to meet your God sooner than you think if you don’t talk to me right now and tell me what I need to know,” Crown threatened.

Wendy just closed her eyes and began to pray. She waited for death to come to her but understood that she would continue on to live an eternal life.

Crown wanted to pull the trigger so badly but he knew that she was the link to finding Chaos and YB in the Bronx. He needed Wendy to talk but she was a tough bitch. He almost had to respect her loyalty.

Harlem stood to the side and waited for the shot to go off. He also knew that Wendy was more vital to them alive than dead. They needed another tactic to get her to talk.

Harlem stepped up to Wendy. He was getting tired of the bullshit. He glared down at her and said, “You believe in life after death, huh? Well how about this? You won’t see Heaven anytime soon, ’cause we’ll tie you up and take you out of here and drive you off somewhere far, where we can really have our fun torturing you. You’d be miles away from everything and then the real torture would begin. I’d keep you alive for days, maybe weeks if I had to and then you’d see what Hell on Earth would truly feel like. You want that? ’Cause we got nuthin’ but time, and I guarantee that it will be more fun for me that it will be for you.”

Crown smiled. He loved the way Harlem brought intimidation and fear to the table.

Wendy didn’t look scared. She was still silent and that displeased Harlem. He lived off the fear of others and wanted to see the horror on her face. But she showed none at all.

Suddenly both men heard a slight noise coming from outside the bedroom. They became alert and kept quiet.

“You stay here wit’ her, I’ll check it out,” Harlem said.

He slowly crept out into the hallway with his gun raised. It was still dark and hard for Harlem to see anything helpful without his pen light. He narrowed his eyes and searched the apartment as best he could. The apartment became quiet again and that bothered Harlem. He knew something was wrong. He felt someone was there.

He moved into the kitchen but it was also dark and empty. He slowly walked back into the living room but found nothing. He began to think that it was probably his imagination finally getting to him. Crown imagined the ghosts of the many men he murdered over the years, fuckin’ with his mind.

When he was satisfied that it was nothing, Harlem walked back to the bedroom to finish what he started with Wendy. He took four steps down the hallway before he felt a presence that made him uneasy. He knew he’d fucked up somehow, overlooked something, somewhere or was just slipping on his game.

Before he could react, he felt a large, double-barreled shotgun pressed hard against the side of his head.

“Finally gotcha, bitch!” YB whispered with satisfaction.

“Fuck me!” Harlem cursed, as he closed his eyes and braced himself for impact.

BOOM!

The shotgun made Harlem’s head explode into little pieces and splattered his brain and blood all over the hallway. Harlem’s body dropped to YB’s feet and he finally felt vindicated.

The blast almost woke up the entire building. YB still had the smoking shotgun in his hand and knew Harlem didn’t come alone. He and Ray-Lo walked toward the bedroom, not knowing what kind of carnage they would find inside. YB’s heart began to beat fast again. He was hoping that he didn’t find the body of his girl in the bedroom, but he prepared himself for the worst.

Ray-Lo followed behind YB cautiously. YB still held onto the shotgun and then took a deep breath and burst into the room. He was immediately greeted with intense gunfire.