Chapter 4

 

Jimmy

Jimmy sat in the passenger seat of the Benz bobbing his head slowly to the music that pumped through the speakers as the rain tapped loudly against the windshield. Tonight, he wasn’t dressed in one of his expensive suits instead he rocked a pair of black jeans, black steel toe boots, and a black thermal shirt, on his head was a black skully and on his lap rested a P90. Jimmy slipped his hands inside a pair of latex gloves and began to screw the silencer on the barrel of the handgun.

“That’s fucked up that Mike went out like that,” Murder said, keeping his eyes focused on the road. “I still can’t believe that shit.”

“It is what it is,” Jimmy said with a serious look on his face. He needed to be focused for this job; he and Mike were brothers and had been close for over twenty years. Now the same man that he once used to play in the sandbox with was the same man that he was about to murder.

Murder pulled up across the street from Mike’s apartment and killed the lights. “You sure you don’t want me to handle this one?” He asked since he knew how close Jimmy and Mike were. Murder knew something like this had to be hard for Jimmy.

“Nah I have to do this myself,” Jimmy said as he stepped out the car and jogged across the street and entered Mike’s building. Jimmy entered the building and trotted up to the third floor. He stepped out into the hallway with a two-handed grip on his gun as he eased down the hall. When Jimmy reached the front door, he shot the locks off and let himself in. Inside the apartment was dark but the light from the TV could be seen shining from the backroom. Jimmy slowly eased his way towards the back room. The closer he got to the backroom the louder the TV could be heard. Jimmy reached the backroom and slowly stepped inside with the business end of his gun leading the way. Jimmy looked around the room and at first glance, it appeared to be empty. But just as he was about to check the closet he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed into the back of his head.

“Drop the gun now!” Mike growled in Jimmy’s ear. Jimmy slowly dropped the gun down to the floor. “Kick it across the room.”

Jimmy slowly raised his hands and kicked the gun out of arms reach.

“So the old man sent you huh?” Mike said, as he patted Jimmy down and removed his back up weapon. “Sit down on the bed!” Mike ordered.

“So why’d you do it?” Jimmy asked. “Why’d you rat out pops?”

“I told that cocksucker I wanted out and he threatened to blackmail me,” Mike shrugged. “But I’d rather sit in a cell for the rest of my life before I live on my knees. So Derrick can tell the media whatever he wants. I could care less; I’m at peace with myself.”

“Listen it’s not too late to make things right,” Jimmy said thinking of a way to kill Mike without using a weapon. “Let me help you.” 

Mike looked at Jimmy and smiled. “I’ve known you all my life. I know when you’re full of shit,” he said as he pulled out his phone and called in for back up. “Just keep cool and in five minutes this will be all over.”

“You putting me in jail isn’t going to stop anything,” Jimmy said in a calm tone. “You’re still a dead man and you know it.”

Mike looked at Jimmy and gave him a sad look. “Don’t you realize we’re all dead, there are no winners in this game this game ain’t nothing but a trap. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to stay involved this long I should of been got out!”

“Ain’t no getting out Mike, you know the rules,” Jimmy looked him dead in the eyes. “Now put that gun down while you still have a chance to fix this.”

* * *

Downstairs Murder sat behind the wheel, texting some new girl he’d just met, when he spotted a police car pull up in front of Mike’s building. “Shit!” He cursed as he grabbed his 9mm from off his lap and stepped out the Benz out into the rain. Murder crept up on the two officers from behind and put a bullet in the back of both of their heads, killing them on the spot. Murder then quickly jogged back over to the Benz. “Come Jimmy hurry up,” he whispered to himself as he looked for any sign of any more cops.

* * *

“What the fuck?” Mike said out loud when he heard the two thunderous gunshots ring out coming from downstairs.

Once Jimmy heard the gunshots, he quickly made his move. Without warning, Jimmy rushed Mike and tackled him down to the floor. As the two bothers wrestled and fought over the gun, it discharged several times by mistake putting huge holes in the wall. Jimmy landed two vicious blows to Mike’s chin forcing him to drop the gun. Jimmy quickly rolled off of Mike, scooped his gun up from off the floor, and came up firing.

Pst! Pst! Pst! Pst!

Mike swiftly rolled to his feet and took off around the corner just as four bullets decorated the wall just above his head. 

Jimmy placed his back up against the wall with a two-handed grip on his silenced weapon. He sprung from behind the wall only to see the front door left wide open. Jimmy ran out into the hallway and stopped short when he looked down and saw a trail of blood dots on the floor. He followed the trail over towards the staircase before he could grab the door handle, the door flung open. Jimmy halfway squeezed down on the trigger but stopped when he saw Murder step out into the hallway. “Did you see him?”

“Nah he must of ran upstairs cause he ain’t pass me,” Murder said breathing heavily.

“Come on let’s go catch this mother fucker. He’s been hit,” Jimmy said with excitement nodding down towards the blood trail.

“We gon have to do that another day. I got two dead cops downstairs and more on the way,” Murder said quickly.

“Fuck!” Jimmy cursed as him and Murder abandoned the mission and ran down the stairs skipping two and three steps at a time. They spilled out the building like mad men and quickly hopped in the Benz and peeled off.