“I’m telling you, she fine as hell, but she one of them special needs muthafuckas. That ain’t the point though. I needed somewhere to lay ‘cause guess who the fuck made the city hot.”
Hulk was the next to shout like I had a hearing impediment. “That’s not my fault, Black. The security guard drew on me first. I don’t know what the fuck Kiera did, but she had to alert that nigga. He damn near had eyes on us the entire time. She didn’t even handle the jewels right. TJ had to clear the sections on his own while me and that nigga tussled. She already had the bread bagged up, so I had that tucked on me. I’m telling you, that bitch set us up!”
“Give her, her share to make sure the bitch incriminated. Record that shit and make sure she don’t say no names. I’ll dealwith her when I get back. Y’all fucked this up Hulk. We’ll go over this shit when I get back.”
“Bet. What you gon’ do ‘bout them stones?”
“I’m hitting the buyer in a few to discuss the tradeoff. Once the deal is done, I’m getting the hell out the Springs and back to the city. Y’all know how this shit go. Don’t run yo fuckin’ mouth ‘bout a damn thing we do,” I stated loud and clear.
It was an unspoken rule for Twenty-One that whoever spoke on the plays earned himself a grave. I was the nigga to put them there and they knew it, too. I was praying they ain’t test me for real.
“We got it. Aye, don’t do nothing to that lady man. She already going through enough if shespecialthe way you say. Hit me when you need us nigga,” Ace chimed.
“Will do.” I hung up and focused on the television screen. I picked up the remote and turned it up so I could hear what the hell the news anchor was rattling off.
“Kinfolk Galleria experienced a shooting an hour ago with victims being hospitalized. Many were sent to the hospital from the stampede that occurred after shots rang out in XXIV Carats jewelry store. Aside from the many injured, the security guard Donald Higgins is in critical condition. He was shot in his chest twice barely missing his heart. There are no suspects at the moment. Stay tuned to PWN for more updates.”
Muting the tv, I threw the remote across the room as I released a hearty laugh. Niggas really found it hard to do one simple fuckin’ job. Where the fuck in the plan did it say shoot a muthafucka in his goddamn chest? I was running down my play from A to B in my head trying to make sure I wasn’t tripping.
Hulk was a fuckin’ problem. Every time shit didn’t go his way, he wanted to drop a nigga. That shit was getting old and to be honest, it didn’t even have to resort to that. They could’ve threatened him fa sho and held him off until they were out thedoor. Shot in the air once or twice and got the fuck out. Now it was somebody on they death bed when that was never in the plans.
“Them stupid muthafuckas gon’ be the reason you get sat down, Black,” I spoke aloud.
I really ain’t have a choice but to kick it with shawty until the buyer came through. This entire day was starting to irritate the fuck out of me. I strolled to her kitchen and went rummaging through that bitch. All I could focus on was a meal to settle my nerves. I ate whenever I got stressed the fuck out. To my surprise, all I came across was healthy shit.
“Where the fuck is the real food at in this bitch? And what the fuck is this green shit? Aye. Aye!” When she didn’t holler back, I shut the fridge and jogged upstairs taking the steps two at a time. Opening her door, I said, “Aye, what the fuck we s’pose to eat ‘round this muthafucka?”
I noticed she had slumped down in her bed.Ain’t this ‘bout a bitch.Walking over to her, I stood over her body. She laid there like a lifeless doll sleeping. Was it peaceful? I didn’t have a fuck ass clue. To be honest, shawty looked like she was mirroring an iron board from how straight and stiff she was. I hated that for her lowkey. She looked uncomfortable as hell. I was leaving the same way I entered, letting her be for the rest of the night.
Rabbit food it is.
CH. 7
CHEYONNE
The disrespect from the sun rays resting on my flesh had me waking up with a scrunched face. My left hand quickly rose to block the bright light from hitting me so hard. I was able to peel my eyes open and take in my surroundings. From what I gathered, I was home and had somehow slept through the night.
Pressing my hands into the mattress, I groaned as I pulled myself up and placed my back against the headboard. I was slightly confused on how I even got home, to be honest. The last thing I remembered was enjoying my shopping spree with Nesh in Chanel. I wore a smile each time I asked the worker to add a bag to the tab. So many purses were bought, and I didn’t regret a thing. Anything from there was a fuzz. It just simply couldn’t be recalled.
Pain coursed through my canvas alerting me of the episode I’d entered. I couldn’t lie; it caught me by surprise. Normally, I’d flare before getting to this point, but for some odd reason, I couldn’t recall what got me to this point. It could’ve been that weird ass dream I had that got me here.
The dream left off exactly where me and Toneshia did. We spent more money than intended but came to a halt when chaosbroke out. Me and my bestie got the heck out of there, and I just so happened to run into the shooter. He was a handsome little thing, but I couldn’t focus on his features because he had a gun to my head. The rest of the dream was a blur, but I was pretty sure some the guy told me his name was Black somewhere in the mist of it all. I woke up shortly after.
It’s crazy ‘cause everything that happened in my dream felt so real. Like, I had this feeling as if the cold steel was still pressed to my dome. The feeling of being kidnapped sent a shiver through my entire body. That was probably why I was in an episode now. The fear, uncomfortableness, as well as anxiety spike from the dream was too much.
I had to call Nesh and tell her about it. She had to hear this shit and get a good laugh out of it. I reached over for my phone that I always put on the nightstand before sleeping. When it wasn’t there, I released a deep breath and went to check the other nightstand but quickly came to a stop. The frame of someone else rested on the right side of me.
Throwing the covers back, I released a scream that echoed throughout the room. My hands flew over my mouth as soon as my eyes landed on the gun he held against my leg. Cold steel being pressed against me was no longer just a feeling but a fact. He cocked it with his thumb and stirred in his sleep.
What the fuck Cheyonne? Is this the nigga from your dream?
I kept still until he came to a comfortable stop and drifted back into his sleep. Once I felt like he couldn’t detect my movements, I had the bright idea to remove the gun from his hands. It was only right for me to have the upper hand in my own home. I wasn’t able to lay but a finger on him before he threatened me.
“If you wanted to play with a nigga tool, you should’ve asked me to turn over so you can stroke that muthafucka. What the fuck you think you doing, Brat?”
Who is Brat?
I was at a loss for words. He spoke to me like we were cool with one another, and this was something we indulged in often. I was visibly shaking out of fear which caused more pain to surface. Him being here wasn’t good for my health. I needed him and whatever else he had in mind to get the fuck away from me and out of my home. Everything that happened in the mall and here seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks.
