“You’re so bossy,” Eriss fussed. She was now in her bathroom, putting her hair in a high ponytail. “I need to take this out.”
“And I’ll send you money to get it redone, or if you want to wear your natural hair, I’ll get that shit done too.”
“Let me find out you trick,” she gagged, causing me to roar with laughter.
“Fuck no, but for you… Call me Trick Daddy.”
We laughed again before we said our ‘see you laters’ and ended the call. Eriss obliged and sent me her Venmo. I sent her five hundred and told her to get ice cream, book her hair appointment, and if she wanted her nails done, go do that too. Of course, she had some pushback, but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.
I was gonna roll up on Eriss and Ermias later since I was now in their city. When I said I would handle that nigga, I meant that. Marco had a homegirl, Lee Lee, who needed help with bills, so I had a proposition for her. I had eyes on that nigga, Delion, all day. It was nine thirty and his ass was at a bar downtown. Lee Lee’s job was to lure that nigga out of the club like she was gon let him fuck. Lead him right to the rented car Marco was in. Marco was gon put him in the fuckin’ trunk and bring his ass to me.
I hit Marco up, making sure everything was still in motion.
“Everything smooth?” I quizzed, soon as he picked up.
“Smooth as gravy,” he replied. “Leek gon be pissed.”
I chuckled. “He's a hothead.”
“Already knowin’. I’ll hit you up when I’m en route.”
“Already.” I hung up and sat back in my truck. I wanted to call Eriss so I could pass the time, but I needed to be focused on the task at hand.
Once Marco had that nigga in the trunk and headed to me, I would be waiting inside the vacant house, ducked off in the woods. I took a moment to appreciate the irony of the situation. That nigga thought he was untouchable even though I’d already put hands on him, but he had no idea who the fuck he was messing with. He had no idea who I was before I turned into businessman Zyro. I was gon make sure he regretted every decision that led him to even thinking he was gon take Ermias from his mama and to shoot at my truck in front of her damn house with her and him inside. He was gon regret all that before his last breath.
Almost two hours later, the headlights of the rental car cut through the darkness as Marco pulled up to the abandoned house. I stepped out of my truck with my Glock, my eyes narrowing as I approached the vehicle. The engine stopped, and Marco exited. He wore a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Lee Lee gon come through every time,” he chirped.
“I appreciate her, too. Sending her the money right now.” I pulled out my phone and sent Lee Lee the two thousand to her account that Marco had given me.
A grim smile played on my lips when Marco popped the trunk, my mind already racing with the slow death he was about to endure.
“I knock him out,” Marco chuckled. “He ain’t know what hit him when she brought him over to the car he thought was hers. He thought he was finna fuck some pussy.”
“Cheatin’ ass fuck nigga,” I muttered. If his other baby mama knew better, she wouldn’t cry when he doesn’t come home tonight.”
Delion was stirring awake. When he realized he was in a tight, confined space, he began to spazz. His eyes widened with fear and confusion when they landed on the grand reaper. Me.
“‘Sup, fuck nigga,” I greeted him, pulling him out by the collar of his shirt, hauling him out with a rough jerk. “We have some unfinished business to tend to.”
Delion struggled until I placed the Glock to his temple.
“I’m sorry. Let me go, and won’t go anywhere near Eriss and Ermias. I’ll sign my rights over. Just let me go,” he begged.
“Shit, you never had rights as soon as I knew I wanted to make her my woman. All that shit was cut off, nigga,” I snorted, frowning at his ass. Motioning toward the house with my head, I said, “Let’s go. If you scream out like the bitch you are, I swear I’ll blow your head off.”
With him stumbling in front of me, I walked behind him with my shit pointed at his back. Marco kicked the door in with two swift, hard kicks. He had a bag with him that contained two candles for light. Marco lit them, and Delion’s eyes darted around the room wildly.
“Please, man, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I was just bitter. I loved Eriss, and I fucked up. Please don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.
I chuckled angrily, a cold and bitter sound escaping. “You think you can just walk away from this shit and all goes away? Nigga, you one dummy. Why the fuck you shoot at my shit where yo’ kid lay his head?”
“I…I wasn’t thinking. I was bitter seeing you around my kid.”
“Nah, nigga. You didn’t know I was gon be there that night. Who the fuck did you have that gun fo’? You thought you were gon shoot Eriss until you saw my damn truck parked out there, huh?” I tapped my temple. “Yeah, I’m a smart nigga.”
I reached my gun out to Marco. He took it from me.
