Shut up.
Just... shut up and listen.
I told Levi about what was happening with the Twins and he looked liked he’d seen a ghost.
“You mean, Minkah and Mikah?” He said, almost stuttering.
“Yeah, I guess. I actually never caught their names.”
“If it’s them, we need to figure out a way to walk this back.” Levi said, the urgency in his voice was something I wasn’t used to.
“What’s the big deal?
“We don’t want to get mixed up with them. I’m serious.”
“Why? Why are you being vague? Don’t be vague.”
“They’re bad news. Mikah may sound like he’s the leader, but Minkah? The girl? She’s way, way worse. I’ve seen what happens to people. I heard about a guy who owed them some money. Minkah personally cut him into pieces and put him in a gift box. Left him on the side of the road. We need to just back out of this, we’re both going to get killed if we stay on.”
Levi had never shown any fear in any situation. He was calm and strong. He never flinched. We just fucking killed a dude together like it was nothing. But here he was, stressing out and on edge. He was pacing. Things he never did ever. What the hell was the big deal about the twins?
“Then… we need to go back together.” I said.
Levi nodded and that seemed to calm him down. He finally let it all wash over him and stopped pacing. But I could tell he was nervous. Maybe even scared.
The next day, we drove to Inglewood and the mansion. We walked in like it was nothing. Mikah was playing video games and Minkah was again on her phone. Levi was already sweating.
“Ya’ll good?” Mikah said, turning away from his game to notice us.
“Yeah, my boyfriend here thinks that… well.. Maybe we should re-consider.”
Mikah paused the game and got up. He marched towards us, looking us both up and down.
“If ya’ll walk outta here, fine. But don’t come back, ya’ll ain’t ever see us, ya’ll ain’t even talk to us. We don’t know you. I’mma just give you this pass, this once, because you helped my boys out.
“Good.” Levi said, before I stopped him.
“Stop. Let’s just talk. We helped you, you wanted to work with us, so let us know what you want, and then maybe we can figure this out.” I asked.
Mikah sighed and rubbed his nose.
“Follow me.”
Mikah walked us down a flight of stairs to an ordinary looking basement. Then, like out of a movie, he turned a light on the wall, and a door opened.
I have never seen so much cocaine in my life.
“You might move this for me, you might take some people out for me. I don’t give another offer like this. So, you either take this offer, or I can kill you both, right here and no, and ain’t nobody gonna find you.
I looked at Levi as Mikah pulled a pistol out of his pants, and two more men were aiming behind us. I looked at Levi, he looked at me, and we both knew what we had to do.
“You got yourself a deal…. Again.”
It’s embarrassing to be in this position.
But, this is what I get for failing.
No, I sure as hell don’t want to be stuck with the castoffs, misfits and limited losers in this stupid pool match. I am above this. And they are all getting a pretty good laugh at my expense. The facts are as follows:
Brittany Williams has been coasting on her mother’s reputation for years. I ended Crystal’s god damn career and the Williams/Hilton/whatever the fuck clan still won’t go away. They’re like roaches. You kill one and 300 others pop up in their place.
Harper Mason is a joke and isn’t even getting anything out of being betrayed by her partner. Harper has a fluke win of a title and hasn’t done anything of note in years.
Bella Madison is once again getting a demotion despite actually beating me. Do you get it now, Bella? Nothing you do will put you in the position to get to the top unless you make it happen. You should be above this match, as should I.
This is where I am at right now. This is what I have become.
What am I doing? Why? What went so wrong for me? Why is this happening to me? It was so simple before. It was fun, it was going to be perfect. And now it feels like I’m further away from the goal.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you feel very pleased with yourself.
I want you to savor this feeling. I want you to really enjoy these moments.
Because when I get what I want. When I turn this place into the utopia that it should be, rather than the dull, drab lifeless entity it is now? I will be the one laughing. I will be laughing as loud as possible.
You have denied me this dream for a long time. You sent your minions and favorites and I helped spark the champion you have now. It should have happened sooner. You may have the advantage now, but you have better believe that I am going to be back. I will become the Bombshell’s champion again, and I will achieve my goal.
I don’t give a shit about the Roulette title. I don’t want it, but I will go ahead and win it, and then give it right back to you.
But that’s the future.
Now, I have to be in this embarrassing spot and wrestle… Crave.
I really don’t feel like I should be here. Her name is a goddamn acronym. Her dad must have been drugged out of his god damned mind to think that that was cool, or clever or funny. It’s stupid. Crave is stupid. And I’m going to crush her and her stupid name. What is there to even talk about at this point? She’s had one match, and she lost. And it wasn’t even particularly close. You have failed to give her the proper introduction and proper warning. Why would you do this to a promising young talent?
Oh wait, you keep thinking that Seleana and Crystal and Mercedes are your future.
And now you send her out there, to face me? You feed her to me? Am I joke to you?
You want to keep playing games with me? Fine. You watch what I do to Crave, and you know what, it’s on your head. Anything I do out there to her? That’s your fault. You made me do this.
I am putting this all on your hands. The blood that gets spilled? That’s on you. That’s how it’s going to be. Let’s play the game then.
You will not like how I play it, and you will regret putting me in this position.
Trust me.
