Chapter 12

 

Jimmy

“Look at the flicka da wrist!” Jimmy sang along with the rest of the club as he watched the dancefloor go crazy. He got word that the Columbians were in town and looking to kill anyone with the last name Mason. The last thing he was going to do was sitting around and cry. The Mason family had made their bed now it was time for them to sleep in it. Jimmy stood in the VIP section of the club surrounded by thirty of his best goons. A Kevlar vest protected his chest, not to mention him and his crew were armed to the tee. All Jimmy knew was violence so this wasn’t nothing new to him, but what did bother him was the amount of Columbians shooters that were said to be in America just for the Mason family. Word on the streets was that five thousand Columbian hit men were sent to take out the, Mason family.

Sitting on the couch behind Jimmy was his new girlfriend Cherokee. She was a caramel complexion with full lips and the body of a stripper. She rocked a short cute hairdo. In her hand was a glass of wine. Cherokee stood up and tapped Jimmy on his shoulder. “Can I talk to you for a second?” She said leading him over in the corner.

“What’s up?”

“Don’t you think you should slow down,” Cherokee nodded down at the bottle that Jimmy held in his hand. “Just in case these punk-ass Columbians show up you need to be on point.” She pointed out. Cherokee new all about the Columbian hit and still chose to deal with Jimmy even though she knew being with him could eventually cost her, her life.

Jimmy flashed a drunken smile and palmed Cherokee’s ass. “You talking like you love me or something.”

Cherokee plunked the bottle from Jimmy’s hand. “I do.”

“Let me holla at you for minute,” Murder cut in and pulled Jimmy over to the side. “Just got a text from one the look outs outside he said that four pickup trucks just pulled up outside with a bunch of Columbians men carrying assault rifles!”

“Right now?” Jimmy asked. As soon as the words left his mouth the sound of gunfire crackled through the air. Jimmy quickly ran over towards the couch, removed a tech-9 from under the cushion, and let it rip. Partygoers ran for their lives stepping over one another in an attempt to get to the exit. 

Jimmy put down the twelve Columbian men that stormed inside the club. “Yeah motherfuckers!” He yelled with a smile. Seconds later, the smile was quickly removed from his face when he saw sixty Columbians run up in the club shooting anything moving as if it was the Wild West.

“Come on motherfuckers!” Jimmy yelled as he and his crew returned fire on the Columbians. 

Cherokee stood crouched behind the sofa as she watched several bodies drop right next to her. She reached out and picked up one of the dead goons 9mm. She looked up and saw a Columbian man with wild hair trying to creep up on Jimmy from behind. Cherokee quickly snuck up on the Columbian and blew his brains out. Jimmy spun around and saw Cherokee standing there holding a smoking gun in her hand.

“Come on baby we have to go!” Jimmy yelled as he grabbed, Cherokee by the arm and roughly escorted her towards the back exit. Jimmy and Cherokee spilled out of a side door and jetted down the hall when they saw two Columbian men bust through the emergency staircase. Jimmy quickly raised his arm and put both gunmen down. 

Blocka! Blocka!

Jimmy and Cherokee stepped over the two dead bodies and quickly ran down the stairs when they reached the main floor. Jimmy slowly opened the side door and peeked out before two shots loudly bounced off the metal door inches away from his head. “Shit!” Jimmy cursed as he slammed the door as several more shots exploded into the door. Jimmy quickly removed his suit jacket and tossed it down to the floor. “You know how to use that thing?” He said looking down at the gun in Cherokee’s hand. She nodded her head with a scared look on her face.

“Good cause on the count of three I’m going to open this door and air these Columbian motherfuckers out!” Jimmy paused for a second to take in Cherokee’s reaction. “While I do that I want you to run to the car and wait for me at that hotel that I took you too when we first met.”

“But what about you?” 

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” Jimmy kissed Cherokee on the lips. “One... Two... Three!” Jimmy pushed the door open and blindly opened fire on the Columbians keeping his body In front of the metal door using it as a shield. Cherokee kicked her heels off and dashed from out of the building she ran full speed. As she ran, she felt bullets whizzing by her head and face. Cherokee made it to the Benz, hopped in, and pulled out of the parking lot like a mad man.

Jimmy fired round after round until his gun clicked empty. He peeked around the corner and saw several Columbian men closing in on him. “Shit!” Jimmy cursed as he ran and dived behind a rusty looking dumpster. With no more bullets, there wasn’t much he could do but wait to die. The loud pinging of bullets ricocheting off of the dumpster caused Jimmy’s stomach to leap up into his throat. All he could hear was the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Jimmy closed his eyes and prepared to die. 

“A nigga!” He heard a voice shout. Jimmy opened his eyes, looked up, and saw, Murder standing over him holding a smoking gun in his hand. “Come on we gotta go!” He yelled as he helped, Jimmy up to his feet. The two men quickly ran through the parking lot, hopped in one of gunmen’s pickup trucks, and peeled out of the parking lot.