Free The Fix 2 by K'wan Page B

that promise when he caught Boo slipping one early morning and blew his brains out. Boo’s death would surely hurt Ramses, as Chucky had intended it to, and for the final “fuck you” he robbed one last drug spot, taking enough money and product to hold him over until he figured out his next move. By the time Ramses, Pharaoh, or Wolf realized Chucky had crossed he would’ve been long gone, but thanks to that bitch Karen things had gotten complicated.
    Chucky knew that betraying Ramses would’ve gotten him killed, but murdering Boo ensured that he would die very, very slowly, which was why he had been extra cautious when he did the deed or so he thought. His shady dealings had shortened his list of friends so he enlisted a hood rat named Karen to aid him.
    Chucky had been fucking Karen since she was a young girl and had taught her damn near everything she knew about the hustle. In a sick way it was almost like he had raised her. Karen was a rider, and had helped Chucky clean up more than a few messes. She had gotten rid of a dozen murder weapons for Chucky so it seemed only natural that he went to her with the gun he had used to kill Boo. Chucky had never worried about Karen betraying him. For as long as Chucky kept feeding her dick and dropping the occasional monetary gift on her, she treated him like he walked on water. This all changed when Karen found out Chucky was now seeing her friend Persia.
    Persia and Karen had been friends and rivals since they were kids, so when she found out about her and Chucky it crushed her. Had Chucky been a smart man, he’d have done whatever it took to smooth things over with Karen, but he let his ego get in the way. When Karen confronted him and Persia, Chucky played her to the left like a common chickenhead. He was trying to impress Persia, but all he succeeded in doing was infuriating Karen. In the ultimate act of revenge, Karen turned the murder weapon that had killed Boo over to Ramses and officially marked Chucky for death.
    Chucky had barely made it out of the city with his life when Ramses’s death squad came to his aunt’s house looking for him. The hit men slaughtered everyone in the house, and they would’ve gotten Chucky too had he not been out tying up some loose ends in the city. His one regret was leaving Persia for dead in the house. He had such big plans for her, but when it came down to a choice between her life and his, she got the short end of the stick. To that day he wasn’t sure how she made it out of the house alive, but he would make it a point to ask the next time their paths crossed, which would be sooner rather than later. He had been trying to reach Persia since his arrival back in the city, but it was proving easier said than done, which frustrated him to no end.
    It was hard to say who ranked highest on his shit list, but Karen was definitely up there near the top. She had seriously jammed him up with her triple cross and he would’ve killed her had she not disappeared. She was trifling, but she was no dummy. She got out of dodge after pointing the finger at Chucky, hoping that Ramses would kill him before he found her. Fortunately for him, her hopes had been dashed and Chucky escaped execution. Though the smart thing for him to do would’ve been to put as much distance between himself and the Big Apple, Chucky couldn’t just yet. There were more scores to settle and these were of a more personal nature. So instead of leaving New York for good, Chucky bounced from place to place around the tri-state area, plotting and waiting for the right moment to slip back in town and tie up all his loose ends. Now, months later, his time was almost at hand.
    â€œEarth to Chucky.” Maggie snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing him out of his daze.
    Chucky blinked as if he was just awaking from a dream. He hadn’t even realized that the whole time he had been hunkered over the table staring at his own