Hitta's Tea Maker 2 by Edwina Fort

Author:Edwina Fort [Fort, Edwina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Griot's Garden Publications
Published: 2019-12-23T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

There Are None So Blind as Them That Will Not See

Hear Now This, O Foolish People, and Without Understanding; Which Have Eyes, and See Not; Which Have Ears, and Hear Not:

Jeremiah 5:21

Angel

Surprisingly, I was able to make my way to the basement of the gym without being noticed. There was a section that was open for the public down here and then a section toward the back that was not. Back there was a small barbershop, a kitchen, and the office where all the security cameras and things were.

In order to get past the door to where all of this was, one needed to punch in a four-digit code. Hitta had taught me the code months ago. As soon as I typed it in and opened the door, I could hear my brother crying, begging someone to stop kicking him and several people laughing at him.

For the second time today, I saw red as I ran towards the voices. At this moment, no fear lived in me. I had to protect my brother from these savages, and that’s just what I was going to do. As soon as I rounded the corner into the barbershop, I saw Westly balled up on the ground and two of Hitta’s goons viciously kicking him.

Hitta sat in one of the barber chairs with a Styrofoam container of food in his lap, laughing as he pointed toward Westly with a chicken wing, telling his men to kick him again.

“Stop!” I screamed throwing myself over my brother, not caring about my own safety. Westly’s thin body was shaking so badly it felt like he was going to break.

“Are you okay, West?” I cried when no more kicks came, trying to run my hands over his body to see what all was damaged. He groaned, not able to speak, but he clung to me crying like a baby.

My angry gaze flew up to Hitta, who was sitting there looking like a freaking king looking down at his lowly subjects. The whole time he was eating chicken wings and fries from the restaurant as if seeing a man being beaten on his floor was an everyday occurrence. And what makes it so bad, he never stopped eating.

This bastard!

“What the hell are you doing?!” I screeched, just barely holding onto my temper. I wanted to beat him like his men were just beating West. He wore that evil grin of his that I was coming to hate.

“Naw, shawty,” he said pointing some fries with mild sauce on them at me. “The question is what are you doing?”

“I’m stopping you and your savages from hurting my brother!”

He chuckled as he continued to eat those freaking chicken wings like this animalistic behavior was normal. I looked around and noticed for the first time that there were quite a few people in the room, several of which were also eating food from greasy white bags and Styrofoam containers. Apparently, someone had made a lunch run to Uncle Remo’s so that the onlookers could enjoy a nice meal as they beat the hell out of my brother.

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