Free The Corner II by Alex Richardson Page B

agreed that people had what was coming to them in the afterlife. But he also felt like there was such a thing as street justice and people had to pay for their wrongdoings here on earth also.
    Carlos took his woman in his arms and held her as they talked—as they formulated a plan. They kissed and fell asleep. At least he did. LaTanza was wide awake as she thought about the satisfaction she was going to get from staring into her stepfather’s eyes when he bit the bullet and she came up with a better plan than Carlos did. One that would let everyone know that she was raped, but it was one that would put her and her lover in the clear of getting rid of her personal devil—Jack the molester. She looked at the clock and it read two thirteen. They could be back at her house by three and their plan could be carried out by sunrise—the dawn of a new day, the start of a new life for her. She woke Carlos and told him of the new plan.
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    “Wake the fuck up!” Carlos said as he kicked the man who lay on the bed.
    Still a bit drunk, it was hard for Jack to focus but the kick to the ribs Chavez gave him shot pain through his body and got his adrenaline to flowing and that helped to clear the drunkenness and also let him know that he’d better get up.
    “What the fuck y’all niggas doing in my house!” he yelled at the men who had green bandannas covering their faces as he stood. Jack was no slouch, at six-two, two hundred and forty pounds he had the size and grew up fighting in the Cabrini Green projects so he was never one to back down.
    “ Puta , I advise you to sit yo ass down,” Chavez yelled.
    “Fuck you young ass punks, I’m muthafuckin’ Jack, you better ask somebody. I make a phone call and—”
    Pop, Pop! 
    Chavez let off two shots one round shattering each kneecap causing Jack to collapse to the ground.
    He crawled toward Chavez as if he had a chance to fight his way out. He didn’t make any headway. Every time he pulled the old rug he landed on it just pulled toward him, sliding on the dull wooden floor and bunching up under his arms. Chavez looked at Carlos and he nodded at the young killer. Chavez ransacked the room then hid drug paraphernalia in a place that the police would find but would have been possible for the people who broke in the house to miss.
    Jack was facing the floor grunting from the pain in his legs. He yelled, “You Spic bitches kill me, I swear!”  He slowly looked up to do some more cursing at the man who was standing in front of him. That’s when he saw the image in the doorway. It was LaTanza. She was standing there in the same shorts and t-shirt she had on when Jack had come in her room to violate her one time too many.
    “Run and get help!” Jack blurted out hoping that his stepdaughter would make it out of the house in time, but then he noticed the sadistic look on her face.
    She was smiling and twisting her hair around her finger. Jack got the message when she leaned onto door jam.
    Quizzically, Jack asked, “Bitch, you had something to do with this?” 
    Carlos slid his green bandanna from his face to his neck and took off the green skullcap. Jack got a good look at his face and realized that his time was up. This was the young man he’d seen drop off his stepdaughter a couple of times. The same young man who drove the fancy vehicles. With his time being up he figured he’d go out like a soldier and that was to leave a little something on LaTanza’s mind for the rest of her life. He figured that he wasn’t going to live to get her back for having her man come into his home to take him out so he figured he’d put something on her mind to have her fucked up.
    Jack’s laugh was sinister then he laid it out for LaTanza. “You think you’re getting the best of me? You want to know what really happened to your mom?”
    Carlos pointed his pistol at Jack’s head yelling, “Shut the fuck up! I’ll peel your cap!”
    LaTanza yelled, “No let him talk!