to his face. Anshon wrapped his leg around one of Tom-Tomâs and tripped him up. When he was on the floor gasping for air, Anshon pointed the 9 mm to his head.
Tom-Tom rolled to his back as Wallo kicked him in the ribs. Blood ran freely from Tom-Tomâs busted lip. As Teck went to pick up Tom-Tom and throw him across the room, he peeked four bottles of lighter fluid and matches.
âBingo!â Teck said, pointing to the evidence.
âMan, I ainâtââ Tom-Tom tried to speak but was cut off by Walloâs left foot to the side of his head.
âShut up, fuckinâ snitch-ass lame!â Wallo yelled.
âStrip!â Anshon said, kicking Tom-Tom in the leg. âGet naked, punk!â
âFuck you!â Tom-Tom shot back. âYou ainât no killer!â
Anshon smiled then nodded at Teck, who started to put some duct tape around Tom-Tomâs wrists and ankles.
Tom-Tom started to struggle but ceased when Wallo pulled out a box cutter and put the blade to his throat. Once his ankles were tightly taped and the same for his hands behind his back, Wallo then used the box cutter to cut his clothes off.
âDonât cut the lame!â Teck said as Wallo nicked Tom-Tom for the third time.
Tom-Tom was scared now. He was butt-ass naked and couldnât do shit.
âHold the fuck still!â Anshon said to Tom-Tom as Teck pulled out a Magic Marker and wrote DEAD NIGGA on Tom-Tomâs forehead.
He started to cry and mumble. Wallo planted a boot in his stomach then kicked him in the head.
âNow you gonna know what Cain felt like. Pick his bitch ass up!â
Tom-Tom pleaded with Anshon. âYo, man, chill. Iâll leave town. Iâll do whatever, man. . . . Yo, Anshon!â he shouted.
Anshon ignored him.
âMan, please!â Tom-Tom shouted, falling to his knees. Snot ran from his nose as he started to crumble. âPlease, man. I didnât mean to do it.â He sobbed.
âLook, I raised you, Anshon. I taught Tammy the game. She stole my shit. Teck, Wallo, tell âim. Tell âim.â
âShut the fuck up!â Wallo shouted.
Teck answered by kicking him in the mouth.
âI got something for your ass!â Anshon said, running back to his car. He remembered that Monica had left her overnight bag in his car.
He went in the bag and pulled out a big electric curling iron. When Anshon returned back to the house, Tom-Tom snickered. He thought Anshon was going to come back with a gun and kill him, but he never expected a curling iron.
Anshon walked in and picked up the lighter fluid, then he walked over to Tom-Tom, who Wallo now had in a chokehold. He took the lighter fluid, poured the whole bottle on top of the curler, and shoved it up Tom-Tomâs ass.
Tom-Tom started to scream as Anshon started pushing the curler further into his asshole. Teck grabbed an extension cord from the floor, swung it in front of Tom-Tomâs face like a pocketwatch, and threw it to Wallo, who plugged the iron into the socket. Tom-Tom shitted on himself.
The curling iron was making snap, crackle, and pop noises up Tom-Tomâs ass. He dropped his head, slob sliding out the side of his mouth, and he faintedânever to wake up again.
âDie slow, maâfucker!â Anshon said as he, Teck, and Wallo headed out the door. âAnd thatâs on the strength of my sister!â
* * *
âBoy, what happened to you?â Fe-Fe said, looking at Teckâs ripped and blood-splattered jacket. Too afraid to know what had really happened, she retracted her question. âAinât no need in tellinâ me.â
âNo matter what happens,â Teck said to Fe-Fe, flopping down on the bed next to her, âalways know that I really care for you.â
âBoy,â Fe-Fe said, feeling the lump rising in her throat, âbe quiet.â
âHey, Fe,â Teck said after a few minutes of silence. âI got something for