Free Loving Angel 2 by Carry Lowe Page B

about, he should have at least not looked so guilty.
    “Don’t play games with me Hindu. I’m positive you know what I’m talking about. Now will you come with us peacefully, or do Delco and Biz have to drag you out of here like the dog you are?”
    “You guys can’t do that,” one of the players sitting at the table complained. “We’re in the middle of a game.”
    I fixed him with one of my coldest stares and he blanched, snapping his trap shut immediately. “One more word from anyone of you and I’ll teach ya’ll a lesson you’ll never forget,” I warned steely. The nigga who had spoken swallowed audibly while the other two players fidgeted nervously.
    I turned back to my target. “Now Hindu, stop playing games and let’s go.”
    He didn’t budge. Instead he was shaking his head repeatedly in denial. “I’m not going with you guys. I don’t even know what you want with me,” he said raising his voice. By now we had the attention of the entire bar, but they were smart enough not to get involved.
    Hindu was a small dark skin ned dude with curly hair and some abnormally red lips. He was a low level hustler in Kit’s organization and a real coward, so I didn’t understand why he insisted on playing games with me. The only thing he was doing was pissing me off.
    I shook my head sadly , because he was just making things hard for himself. “This nigga needs a lesson,” I suggested.
    I didn’t need to say more. My best friend stepped forward and delivered a right hook followed by a left to H indu’s face that made him hit the floor. The other domino players immediately scuttled out of the way. Delco grabbed his victim by the collar and started wailing on him. The smaller man couldn’t do anything except try to protect himself. I could tell Delco was going easy on him and I appreciated it because we still needed him for information. After the beating was over Hindu was left prostrate on the floor, swollen, bloody and moaning.
    I crouched beside him. “You’re ready to cooperate now?” I asked , but his only reply was a groan. “I think that little love tap was too much Delco, so I guess you guys are gonna have to carry him,” I chuckled lightly.
    “That wasn’t even a real beating,” Delco replied, giving Hindu a disgusted look.
    He and Biz each grabbed one of Hindu’s arms and started dragging his prone form from the bar, but no one came to the Jamaican’s rescue. They weren’t stupid enough to get between me and what I wanted.
    I wasn’t planning on killing Hindu because I h ad to be smart when playing the game. I wasn’t going to be the last person seen with a murder victim and especially after forcefully removing him from a very public place. People usually minded their own business, but you could never be too certain. What I had wanted was a very public display when I snatched him up. I was sending a message to those cats Kitsune and Dread. Y ou ain’t scared of me bitch and I ain’t scared of you either.
    I was plannin g on putting the hurt on him, getting all the information he had and then throwing him back in the pond, so those other big fishes could gobble him up for snitching to me. I knew without a doubt that he would get his wig pushed back when he turned up alive because they would know what he had to do to stay that way.
    My boys hauled our hostil e victim all the way to the van, duct taped his ass, put a bag over his head and threw him in the back.
    “Nigga chill with all that sniffling,” Delco chuckled, hitting Hindu upside the head with his open palm before closing the van’s rear doors. I couldn’t believe the nigga was actually crying. I didn’t feel sorry for him. If he wasn’t prepared for the consequences of the game he shouldn’t have been playing.
    We all jumped into the vehicle and Dwayne drove off.
    “What were ya ‘ll doing in there that long?” My driver mumbled, holding the steering wheel with one hand, while the other was occupied with the sneakers