Free Working Girls by Treasure Hernandez

had taken out one of their boys, so in return, one of his boys had to get taken out. It was his brother, his flesh and blood, that had been killed. He wanted Joe’s head on a platter, and if he had to take out all of his crew just to get to the captain, so be it.
    â€œYeah, whatever. Just make sure you don’t pop off before I get the combo to the safe,” Sweets stated calmly to Lynch as they prepared to head to Joe’s.
    The Shottah Boyz, Sweets’ young hit squad, sat in the back seat. Once a four-member clique, there were now only three young killers since the death of Rah-Rah, the craziest, stone-cold killer of them all.
    Everyone’s eyes were concentrated on the luxury house in front of them. The lights were on throughout the house, and they could hear the loud music coming from within. The loud music seemed awkward in the suburban neighborhood.
    The only person standing outside was Tariq. Every so often, he stepped outside and walked around to scope things out. And when he came around the house and spotted Sweets in an SUV, he nodded, giving them the green light to bring it on.
    They all felt the adrenaline pumping in their veins. The group of men made sure that the safeties were disabled on their weapons. They didn’t want to take any chances. Whoever got in the way would get popped that night.
    Lynch was especially ready. Since the death of his brother, he hadn’t been the same. His murder game had become out of control as he tried to quench his thirst for death. He was taking out niggas left and right just for looking at him funny. He was like that dude Larenz Tate played in the movie Menace II Society . He felt as though he didn’t have anything to lose. When he lost his brother, he lost everything, as far as he was concerned. And even though he had been leaving a path of death behind him, the only death that would truly mean something to him was Jamaica Joe’s. He wanted Joe’s head and knew that nothing would stop him from getting his revenge. Joe had been extremely careful, but Lynch knew that sooner or later he would get at him. The day had finally come.
    â€œYo, you sure this ain’t a set-up?” Manolo asked Sweets as he stared suspiciously at the house, with Tariq casing back and forth.
    â€œShit, there’s only one way to find out. Either way, I’m trying to get to what Joe got in that safe.” Sweets pulled out a Blow Pop and stuck it in his mouth.
    They slipped on their black ski masks and hopped out of the stolen SUV, leaving the ignition running for an easy getaway. They strolled up to the back door where Tariq was standing guard and eased right past him.
    Tariq smirked and entered the house behind them, but instead of following them down the steps, he made his way upstairs and went into the bathroom. He waited patiently for shit to pop off.
    Sweets bum-rushed the basement, his hit squad behind him.
    As soon as Joe and his guests saw the masked intruders, screams erupted and the party came to a standstill.
    â€œPut your mu’fuckin’ hands up. Y’all already know what time it is,” Sweets stated in a nonchalant tone as he pointed his 9mm at Joe and his guests. Manolo and the Shottah Boyz held all the guests at gunpoint.
    Caught slipping, Joe gritted his teeth furiously. He immediately regretted throwing the party at his spot.
    Sweets snatched Joe off the leather sectional and put the pistol to his head. “Where’s the safe?”
    Twenty minutes earlier, Mimi would have been sitting there clinging to Joe’s arm, but she had to run out and get condoms. She had brought regular condoms with her, but Joe required Magnums, of which she had none. And if she’d learned anything from her years of trickin’, it was never to let a nigga run up raw . . . no matter how much he was willing to pay.
    â€œWhat you talking about, man? Ain’t no safe in here.” Joe was sweating bullets on the inside, but he