Chapter 44.) Reaping What You Sow

                                    

                                          
"I can't believe dis tha' ma'fucka you had to answer to," an aggravated King said to Lucky as they sat in the truck watching Frank and his men talk outside of a bar. 
"He had money, I was broke," Lucky shrugged, "don't underestimate him tho, it's a reason all these hired guns around him."
"I see dat," King huffed, reclining his seat back. "I would've done his ass in tha' moment I laid eyes on him but I respect your craft and patience."
"Gotta have patience doing some hot shit like dis... don't need none of dis shit coming back to bite me in tha' ass. One and done, das it," Lucky asserted then leaned back when one of Frank's minions cruised by. 
"Been out here for a month and he's always changing shit up," King stressed. 
"He feels tha' vibes. Half these guns around him are new, he ard knows his time coming."
"Dumbass did it to himself, fucking with my damn daughter. Don't he know who I am?" King rhetorically asked. He was beyond irritated. 
"Everybody knows, why you think his ass sent Ava dat fake gift when he thought he killed me? I'm just glad yo ass ain't try to do him in after tha' shit happened. They def would've blitzed yo ass."
King chuckled, "I move smarter than dat now, woe."
Lucky cut his eyes at him, "mm-hmm," he started the engine and followed a few cars behind Frank's right-hand man. 
King checked and rechecked his clip a few times before screwing the silencer on. "Would be better to just take tha' bastard out."
"Dat ain't how I operate," Lucky simply said. "Hit his muscles first before we fish him out. Dudes get paranoid once everyone around 'em starts falling like dominoes. I like to pluck 'em one by one."
"Sound like young me," King chuckled. 
"Whatever,"
Amused, King retrieved the AK from the backseat. 
Following the car for an hour, Lucky backed into the alley. "Got them jawns on your shoes?"
"Duh," King said before putting the mask on. 
The passenger opened the door first and stretched his legs as a cigarette hung out the corner of his mouth. The backdoor opened as well as the driver's door and the men in suits, headed towards the run-down door. 
Lucky whistled. 
Looking around until their eyes met, before the men could react, bullets were piercing every part of their body. Body after body dropped. 
Tossing King the keys, Lucky jogged toward the abandoned car. Popping the trunk, he snatched out the bag of cash and tossed it between the bodies. Tossing the match, he hopped into the driver's side and sped off with King leaving in the opposite direction. 


***

"How you learn to cut bullets like dat?" King decided to ask Lucky as they sat at the table sharing a box of pizza. It's been three hours since the incident and the news outlets seemed to be trying to keep things under wraps. 
"Once I realized I couldn't leave any type of dna, had to start thinking like a military assassin," he casually answered. 
"Let's hope he doesn't realize you out here, as your old handler, I'm sure he'd remember your M.O," King reminded. 
"I don't ever do kills tha' same. Sloppy people do dat, everything is always different, even down to tha' type of guns I use."
"Let me mind my business then," King chuckled. "We gon' keep dis shit between us... fuck around and scare my daughter off if she knew how you get down."