Table of Contents
Chapter 1: the Boss
meets the Beast
Chapter 2: story of
the past: confrontation at the bar
Chapter4: Story of the past: Kinte Kalifia
Chapter 5: Story of
the past: the kid with the medal hands
Chapter 6:story of the past: Kalifia’s first body
Chapter 7: Story of
the past: Her art work was stolen
Chapter 8: story of the past: no longer Kinte Kalifia
Chapter 9: Story of
the past: I had no choice/
Chapter 10:Story of the past: Mr. Biggs run the north
Chapter 11: Story of
the past: Death of Sharp fang
Chapter 12: Hiring of
the lone wolf
Chapter 13: Death to
some of the animal family
Chapter 14: the Beast
vs. the lone wolf
Chapter 15: Death of
Mr. Biggs
Chapter 1
Its
year 2045 and strip club good time in New York is jumping. People from all over
to come chill inside of the club that Mr. Biggs had built. Now you need money
to get into this club, but to get into the V.I.P section you have to be rich…
“Hmm,
hey daddy, I have never seen you here.” A stripper had spoken. She was about
4’11 to 5’0 even dark skin with black hair it stopped at her shoulders and it
was curly. She had an adorable smile, and a geourgous body. Nice firm booty,
nice breast, not too big and not too little.
“Nah,
I am not from here. I am from Texas.” The young man with dreads answered back.
He was looking down at his phone and never even looked up
“Oh
is that how they dress down south?” The stripper asked.
The
young man had on a pair of joggers, with a dingy white beater that had carmine
color stain in it, a flight jacket, a pair of dirty black combat boots, and a
black snapback with an A on it. The A had 3 claw marks across it.
“Naw,
just how I dress for work.” He answered once more. He still never looked up
from the phone.
The
stripper seen that she did not have the young man’s attention so she put one of
her legs across him and sat in his lap. She pushed him up right against the
back of the chair so he would be force to look at her and not his phone.
“So
daddy, I charge 15 dollars for every private dance, and if you want more then
of course the commission will go up, but I leave it open for discussion.”
“I’m sorry Ms. I am not interested but maybe
one of those gentlemen over there might be.” The young man said pointing to
another area in the V.I.P section.
The stripper laughed, “Come on daddy, you
sitting in the V.I.P. section to which means that the regular strippers aren’t doing
it for you. You want more; you desire more, I can give you more.”
She then began to rub on the young man’s
chest and she could feel his heart race. He breathe heavily and then pulled his
hat over his eyes.
“I’m sorry but I will have to decline.” The
young man said.
“Are you sure, I am told that my lap dancing
can even turn the most righteous of souls to sin and my sex game can drive even
the most loving and loyal husbands to divorce their wives.” The stripper
whisper in his ear. She then rubbed down his thighs and felt his penis getting
hard.
“I am pretty sure you can Ms. Keisha but I am
here for a different reason.” The young man said.
The stripper looked at the young man with
stress. She tried to get up but the young man held her there and when she went
to yell out for help she felt cold steel against her belly button.
“If you so much as mumble to someone I will
blow out your insides. Are we clear?” The young man asked.
“The stripper nodded her head.
“Good, now Ms. Keisha, you were in college at
one point of time to become a doctor, and your grades where good, so may I ask
how you ended up working as a slutish stripper?” He asked.
“How do you know who I am?” She asked.
The young Dread head took his hand off her
and dug in the book bag. He then pulled out a vanilla folder and threw it on
the table. “Your sister Diamond asked me to find you.”
“Diamond sent you?” The stripper asked.
“Yes, she said she aint heard from you in two
years. Right after you told her, that you finally got the money to pay back
your student loans. The crazy thing to your sister though is that you and she
went to every bank, every loan agency, and all of your family members you two
knew and none of them would even give two nickels to rub together.
The stripper just looked down.
“So where did you get the money Keisha?”
She did not answer.
“Did you get it from Mr. Biggs?”
The stripper face lit up as she stared into
the young man’s big eyes.
“I thought so.” He said as he took his gun
away from her belly button. “Dig your hand into my right coat pocket.” He
demanded.
The stripper hesitated at first…
“Well go on, or do I need to get the gun back
involved?”
The stripper quickly dug her hand into his
right coat pocket. She pulled out a fat stack of hundreds. She looked at the
young man.
“That’s 50 g’s right there. There is another
50 grand in the car I drove here. It’s a black a gold Tesla Model S. The keys
are on the inside of the car.”
The club got loud with claps and cheers. The
stripper looked over and seen Mr. Biggs come in and he had a group of thugs
with him. The stripper began to sweat and started to get up when the young
Dread head grabbed her.
“Trust me, I want let them hurt you.”
She looked at him directly in his eyes and
for the first time in a long time she felt safe. She felt like she could trust
him.
“Now the car already has gas in it. Ride it
till all the gas is gone and the car comes to a complete stop. Do not stop for
gas. Once the car stop there should be a pathway a couple miles up from where
the car will stop. Take it all the way down. It will take you a bust stop.
There you will meet a white woman with long blonde hair, with a camo jacket,
sports bra, camo pants, and a camo hat. On the hat it will have an A with three
claw marks in it. She will ask you what your favorite animal is. You will say a
wolf because unlike any other animal a wolf is loyal to its family and will
defend its pack till its dead. Once you say that she will give you a ticket and
a new I.D. You will ride the bus, and don’t worry you won’t be alone. There
will be someone there for you so you will never fall back into the whole you
are in now. She promised me that and I could see in her eyes she was a woman of
her word.” The young man said as he let her go. “Go ahead love get out of
here.”
The stripper began to leave when…
“Keisha baby where you going? I see you made
some good money from this man. Wow you must have put it on him. Now be the good
little bitch you are and bring yo daddy his money.” Mr. Biggs smiled as he motioned his finger
for her to come to him.
She looked at Mr. Biggs then looked at the
young man with dreads. He nudged his head towards the exit and without hesitation
she ran down the stairs and out the door.
“Why that little bitch, I will break her
face.” One of the thugs said as he started to go after her. Mr. Biggs though
stopped him.
“We will deal with that bitch later. We have
a different problem right here in front of us who we need to attend to. Mr.
Biggs said as he fixed his suit coat.
“The young Dread head man cracked open a
bottle of Hennessey that was left at the table for V.I.P’s.
“Would you guys like a drink?” The dread head
man asked.
“Naw I am good, what about you fellas, yous
thirsty?” Mr. Biggs asked the thugs behind him. None of them answered back just
stared at the young dread head guy that sat in front of them.
“I think they good to, so you go ahead and
enjoy.” Mr. Biggs said as he made the hand gestured for the young dread head
guy to go ahead and drink.
“Okay suit yourself.” The young dread headed man
said as he took his drink to the head. He then slammed the cup down on the
table. “Damn that was some good shit.”
“Well, here at Good Times, we try to show our
clientele the best time of their life, because they never know when it will
end.” Mr. Biggs said as he snapped his fingers. One of his thugs pulled out a
thing of toothpicks. Mr. Biggs grabbed two out the box a nudged his head. The
thug then took one and so did all the other thugs. They then put the toothpick
in their mouth simultaneously to when Mr. Biggs had put his in his mouth.
“Toothpick?” He asked as held it out there
for the young dread head man.
“Naw, I am good.” The dread head guy said.
“You sure? I mean you would look more
thuggish if you had this in yo mouth. It will even make us give some respect
you are demanding right now.” Mr. Biggs convincingly said.
“You think so?” The young man with dreads asked.
“I know so.” Mr. Biggs said as he put the
tooth pick in the young man’s hand.
He took it and put it in his mouth.
“Now you look the part.” Mr. Biggs said with
a smile.
“Yeah I feel tougher as well.” The young
dread head man said.
Mr. Biggs fixed his coat once more before he
took a seat. “So now, I gave you the respect you deserve I feel like you should
give me my respect.”
“Oh, well please go on and tell me how can I
give your respect.”
“Well first, can you tell me how the fuck you
got into my club dress like that… further more into the V.I.P. section?”
“Well that is easy to answer.”
“Is it? Because I use to think I had the best
security in the world.”
“Well security don’t mean shit if you got
security by the balls.” The young dread head man then showed Mr. Biggs a
picture that was on his phone.
“Hey that’s Antoinette.” One thug said.
“Yeah and isn’t that Joey Jr.” Another thug
said. The picture showed a woman and little boy tied up, gaged, and blind
folded.
“You know your friend Killer, instantly
became bitch made once he seen his girlfriend and his son like this. He got on
to the V.I.P. list, and that’s how I am here now. He did give me a suit to
where but I figure what the hell I should come as who I am and here I am.” The
young Dread head man explained.
Mr. Biggs nodded his head a couple of times
before speaking. “Okay you got my attention, fuck do you want.”
“I want to buy Keisha freedom.” The young
dread head man said.
Mr. Biggs began to laugh and his thugs soon
joined in.
The young dread head did not smile or laugh
as his eyes laid on the laughing Mr. Biggs.
Mr. Biggs finally stop laughing as he wiped a
tear from his eye.
“Whoo, kid you got me. Here I thought he was
going to demand something realistic like guns, money, cars…something negotiable.”
“Look I am willing to pay.” The young man
with dreads confessed.
“You got 100 million. Because that’s what she’s
worth.”
“That’s absurd, she only borrowed 100k from
you, surely she had made back that money and then some for you.” The young man
with dreads said.
“Oh for sure, but you see she been making so
much money as my little V.I.P. slut I thought I should keep her around I mean
she is a wonderful employee and I hate to let her go.” Mr. Biggs answered back.
The young man with dreads began to grind his
teeth and bald his fist. He then closed his eyes and dug his his coat pocket.
He pulled out a check book and wrote out a check for a 100 million.
“Here” He said as he slid the check over to
Mr. Biggs. Mr. Biggs started to laugh.
“Man this is so a cliché, déjà vu if you
will. I swear we just seen something like this. Aye butch where the fuck did we
see this at?”
“Boss, the movie…what was it call, with Denzel
Washington in it.” The thug named Butch said.
“Do you remember what it was called?” Mr.
Biggs asked.
“I think Equalizer boss.” Butch said.
Mr. Biggs clapped his hands together and then
snapped and pointed at Butch.
“Damn sure was, thank you Butch.” Mr. Biggs
said as he shifted his focus back to the young Dread headed man.
“So tell me boy, do you think of yourself as
an equalizer? Do you think you are Denzel Washington?
“Well most people have said I looked like him
but in my opinion I look better.” The young man argued back.
Mr. Biggs burst into laughter.
“So let me get this straight. I got a better
looking Denzel Washington, who scared one of the coldest mother fuckers I know
into getting him onto the V.I.P list in my club recasting the roles for a
better and up to date version of a classic movie. Is that right?”
“Well you left out one part.” The young man
with dreads said.
“Oh yeah? What is that?” Mr. Biggs asked a quizzically.
“That you take the check and no dies in this
club tonight.” The young dread head man answered.
“Is that right? So if I turn down your offer,
someone will die here tonight?” Mr. Biggs asked as he nodded his head.
“Well that’s defiantly an outcome. But if it’s
avoidable then I want to take that route. I have paid the amount you have asked
for so please let’s just do business like two smart grown men that we are.”
“Can I think on and get back to you?”
“Sure take as much time as you need.”
Mr. Biggs sat there for a moment and ponder
for just a few seconds. “Okay I have come to a decision.”
The young dread head man watched Mr. Biggs
pick up the check and ripped it into a million shreds.
“Fuck you and yo money. Butch, DJ end this
fool and dispose of his corps on the outside of town. Mike and Simon go and
find Keisha and bring her ass back here. I think we let her play runaway slave
long enough. Oh but thanks for the laughs man, you was funny.” Mr. Biggs got up
and fixed his coat once more before walking away.
“Wait Mr. Biggs, please don’t do this. I made
a promise to a very close friend to me that I would never become the monster I
use to be, and I really don’t want to break that promise.” The young Dread Head
man said.
“Oh yeah? Well fuck your bitch ass friend,
and that punk ass promise you made to him.” Mr. Biggs chuckled as he turned his
back and started towards the stairs. Butch started to come towards the young
man with dreads.
The young boy with dreads closed his eyes and
whisper, “Sharp Fang, forgive me my friend but I have to go back on my promise
tonight.”
Butch then grabbed the young man up in his
collar as he picked him up. His feet dangled about 6 inches off the ground.
“Tonight you are my bitch.” Butch said with a
smile.
That’s when the young man with dreads eyes
popped open as he grabbed the Hennessey bottle and smashed it over top of
Butch’s head. Butch instantly dropped as Mr. Biggs turned around to the smashing
of glass sound.
DJ came and swung on the dread headed man. The young dread headed man blocked his punch
and pulled out a Karambit out of his coat as he stabbed the DJ in the leg, then
in the side. He then punch DJ in face and knocked him out cold. Simon and Mike
both looked at each other than Mr. Biggs.
“Shoot him.” Mr. Biggs yelled.
Simon
and Mike both pulled out there guns and the young man with dreads quickly ran
and jumped behind the booth he was sitting at. Simon and Mike began to let
rounds go as people began to run out the club screaming. They continued to
shoot until the gun’s clip was empty. The
club was completely empty of people except for Mike, Simon, Mr. Biggs, the
knocked out cold DJ and unconscious Butch, and the dread headed young man who was
presumed to be dead.
Mr. Biggs smiled and said, “Good job Mike and
Simon. Now get rid of the body before the cops come.”
Mike and Simon both smiled as they started to
put their guns away, when a bullet shot came from behind the booth and shot
Mike in the neck. Mr. Biggs eye got wide and by time he turned to Simon he seen
him falling from a head shot. Both Mike and Simon lay in their puddle of blood
as Mr. Biggs heard a gun getting cocked back.
He put his hands up and stared into the eyes of the young Dread headed
man who had a gun pointed at him.
“Whoa, now think about this kid. There was
gun shots, people ran out of here, and there are 4 bodys and two of them are
dead, with the possibility of there being a third. Because you fucked DJ up.”
Mr. Biggs said as he began to back up. Without hesitation the dread headed
young man shot Mr. Biggs twice in his leg. Mr. Biggs screamed out with pain as
he collapsed to the ground. You could hear the police siren fill the building
as Mr. Biggs try to get himself together. Once he came to he notice that he was
staring down the barrel of a gun. A smile crept on his face.
“Go ahead… mother fucker you bad, pull the
trigger. You will never get away with it. I own half of NYPD, and thugs who if
they hear I am dead they are coming after the mother fucker who pulled the
trigger.”
“No I am not going to kill you. Enough blood
has shed today.” The young man with dreads said as he went to go grab his book
bag.
He started down the stairs when…
“Aye you coward! Finish the job. You scared?
Are your balls not as big as you make them seem?” Mr. Biggs asked as he drug
his body across the floor towards the young dread head man.
The young Dread head man just turned to him.
“Sometimes to prove how big your balls are you have to know when to say it’s
enough, and I have enough. Ms. Keisha is free now to live her life, the one she
deserves, and that’s enough for me.
“If you allow me to live I will spend every
second hunting you down like the animal you are!”
“That’s fine, I sure Sharp fang, Head wolf,
Blue wolf, my mom and my siblings are all at the gate, just waiting to greet
me. I am okay with dying if that’s what it comes to.” The young man with dreads
disappeared, and a few seconds later the police arrived there.
“Well Mr. Biggs, what a surprise. Three
bodies in your club, drugs on you, and I am pretty sure those guns in your
trunk aren’t register.” A cop antagonized Mr. Biggs.
Mr. Biggs didn’t say word.
“Oh don’t worry; we got a nice comfy seat
down at the precinct for you. Aye make sure you call that high price lawyer
down there. I would love to hear him explained what happen here tonight with
his smooth talking ass.” The cop yelled out to Mr. Biggs as the emergency
people helped into the ambulance.
A couple of
weeks later Rikers……………………………………………………………
A bell buzz as Mr. Biggs walked out to a
table where his lawyer was at. He had on a prisoner jumper and was handcuffed.
“So what’s up James?” Mr. Biggs asked as he
sat down.
“Well did you know the Knicks are up for a
big win tonight?”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, I heard Judge Mclians say it himself.”
“And what about Carmelo Anthony? What do you
think he will do tonight?”
“Who, that seven??? What else, he plans to
fade away.”
Mr. Biggs smiled and said “Okay, that’s what’s
up. Now that we have handled that, we need to handle that other problem.”
“Oh yes, so I went back and looked into the
guy who was in your club, and if anything you lucky you are alive.”
“Why is that?”
“Because your new friend is none other than
the notorious killer, and leader of the most fear gang in all of America.”
Mr. Biggs looked puzzled.
“The Devil’s Texas beast was your guests of
honor last night.”
Mr. Biggs bust out laughing, but quickly stop
when he seen the serious look on his lawyers face.
“Wait you serious?”
“Dead.”
“But wait I didn’t he die in some weird fire,
or something or another?”
“Well that’s what the police thought,
especially since the finger print matched the Devil’s Texas Beast on file. His
real name in the system is Thomas Booker.”
“So, this kid has to be a copycat.”
“Are you sure Biggs? This kid was able to
take out four guys who had 50 plus pounds on him, and then two of the four shot
at him, unloading a full clip and not one bullet hit him. What’s even scarier
is that he had crazy pin marksmanship. It only took him two shots to kill two
guys who spent their lives dodging bullets.”
Mr. Biggs nodded his head in agreement to
what his lawyer was saying.
“Okay so let’s say you right. How the fuck did
this kid pull off being dead and lay low for 2 years. Most importantly why
would he aim for me?
“Well I think I can answer both. You know
Keisha had a sister right? Well she been calling Keisha for the past year but
because you are who you are you didn’t allow Keisha to talk to her sister. So somehow
she got The Devil’s Texas Beast to help her. And as far as how he was dead but
wasn’t dead…..” The lawyer said as he went inside his satchel. He pulled out
pictures and laid them on the table. Mr. Biggs began looking at the pictures.
“You see I got the thinking, how could this
Guy Thomas be dead if he was in your club. I did some snooping and came across
something interesting. It seemed that this guy Thomas Booker was only here for
ten years. Which means that this guy had to be an alias for someone of the
past? So I started to snoop even harder, and found out that the FBI also
believes this as well. So I called up my friend who works for them and he gave
me there theory. Because the big guy body that they also found in the flames
was supposedly Sharp Tooth, the original leader of The Devil’s Texas Beast. They
were supposedly best friends, and Sharp Tooth real name was in fact, Mario Wolfe
Jr. Then my friend in the FBI told me that they did extensive investigation and
found out that Mario Wolfe never hung out with a Thomas Booker. His family
never heard of a Thomas Booker. So how
can this guy and Sharp Tooth, be best friends if there is no history in between
them. Well that answer lies in this picture right here.
Mr. Biggs eyes got big as he looked at the
photo. “That’s him. This kid in this photo looks like the younger version of
the dread headed man from the club.
“I thought so, so I did my own investigation
and found out that this kid name was Kendric Ashbrook. Son of Kendré Ashbrook
and Sonrisa Ashbrook. He had two brothers and a sister. He was the second to
the oldest. His older sibling died however in an unfortunate gun shoot out in
between to gangs.”
“Okay why is this important to me?” Mr. Biggs
asked.
“I am getting there do not rush me.” The
lawyer shot back. Mr. Biggs rolled his eyes.
“Okay now Kendré Ashbrook eldest boy was
killed in a gang war right? The two gangs was Gatillo fácil bailarín del tango,
and The Wolf pack. Kendré Ashbrook was part of the wolf pack. He was known as
blue wolf who was good friends with the Head wolf also known as Mario Wolfe.”
“Wow.” Mr. Biggs said as he picked up the
picture of the wolf pack gang.
“Oh but it gets better, his eldest child, the
one killed in the shootout, guess what his name was.”
Mr.
Biggs looked with great anticipation, awaiting his lawyers answer.
“Thomas Booker.”
“Oh shit!” Mr. Biggs yelled out. The guards
quickly came over but the lawyer put up his hand.
“I am sorry, I caught him by surprise we good
in here.” The guards then went back to at ease once they went back to their
post.
The lawyer looked at Mr. Biggs who was
sucking up all the info like a sponge.
“So that’s how that kid did it. Okay I get it
now. But wait wasn’t all the gang
members killed by one of their own?”
“Yes, by that one in the middle of the Head
wolf and Blue wolf. He was known as the lone wolf. Apparently he was close
friends with Blue and Head.”
“Lone wolf? That sounds so familiar.”
“Well it should. He is number one on the FBI’s
top ten list, and your guest of honor is number 2 now since the old number two,
Sharp Fang is dead.”
Mr. Biggs nodded his head but stopped. “Wait
this family the Ashbrooks; I thought they were killed in a different way?”
“They were. The lone wolf didn’t get to Kendré,
because he was already dead. This further makes my assumptions on this guy’s
true identity even more accurate.”
“Oh yeah, how so?”
“Well The Ashbrooks, was killed by the old
number 4 on the FBI’s top ten list back ten years ago. Do you remember who that
was?”
Mr. Biggs thought for a minute before
snapping his fingers. “That weird ass assassin mother fucker that killed that
killed other mother fuckers using boa constrictors.”
“Yep, he is name was Kenneth Devils aka The
Texas Devil, and apparently he’s the one who killed the Ashbrooks.”
Mr. Biggs nodded, “Right because he did kill
the Ashbrooks. The police determined that.”
“How?”
“By the snakes’ shit.”
The lawyer started to laugh. “You wanna know
something. I heard an old wives’ tale about snakes. There stomach acid is so
powerful that when they leave their feces, there is no way to determine what
they ate.”
“Pshh, that can’t be true.”
“Oh yeah, then how come everytime the police
arrested Devils the court had to dismiss him because they could not prove he
killed anyone. They had the murder weapon; they knew how he did it but could
not prove he did it.”
Mr. Biggs nodded as though he started to see
the big picture.
“Oh, but this is why I believe that your
guest of honor and Kendric Ashbrooks is one and in the same.”
“Okay I am listening.”
“A couple of weeks before Kenneth Devils was supposed
to go to trial for the murder of the Ashbrooks. The police found him and all
his boa Constrictors dead with a message left on the wall in blood. ‘I am
Thomas Booker and I have come back from the dead to avenge my family who were
wrongfully killed by this man and his pets. After killing him I have earned the
right to call myself the Devil’s Texas Beast.’”
Mr. Biggs began to nod his head and put his
hands together as he took in what was just told to him.
“Hey five more minutes.” A guard said as
walked by the gate.
“So what do you want done?” The lawyer asked.
Mr. Biggs smiled, “I give a fuck he’s
Kendric, Thomas, or the devil himself. Hell I don’t even care if he’s Jesus, I
want his head, and I want it before I get out of prison.
“I thought you might say that, so I went
ahead and started to look for the best man to do this job.” The Lawyer smiled
back as he got up. He fixed his suit jacket and put a toothpick in his mouth.
“Who?” Mr. Biggs asked.
“Who else? The Devil’s Texas Beast is still
only number 2 which means he still second best to someone.” The lawyer answered
back as he pointed to the lone wolf.
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