“I was trying to say thank you for calling girl and sorry for hitting you back so late. I know you must’ve been worried.”
“You have no idea. Okay, let me call your folk and tell them you good. You want them to come over there or what?” she asked.
“Not until I’m out of this flare. I truly don’t want to be bothered. I’ll call you again when I’m out of it as well. I love you.”
“Love you, too, bestie.” Toneshia hung up and Black powered off his phone.
“Why the fuck would you do that? You know how much restraint a nigga showing right now? If I was a nigga that didn’t give a fuck… the fuck I’m talking ‘bout. I am that nigga!”
The coldness from the car was back. He’d softened up for me over the course of the few hours we’d been locked in here together but now I was just someone he could dispose of. He didn’t have to say it because his eyes told it all. He shot that man in broad daylight and here I was challenging him like he wouldn’t do the same to me.
“Okay, okay, okay. I’m sorry!” I screamed. The tears raced down my face as the pain proceeded to intensify throughout my whole body. I was praying, damn near begging God to spare me at this point.
Black stood over me not moving an inch. He kept his eyes on me, and I saw absolutely zilch in them. They were ice cold showing nothing humane. I took a risk and now I was apologizing for my mistake. So handsome but incredibly dangerous. One wouldn’t know to proceed with caution when it came to him. Minutes passed and I didn’t move a muscle. My tears had yet to yield or move him for that matter.
Finally, the cold steel was removed from the side of my face. I gasped for air not realizing I was surviving off the last breath I inhaled. He pocketed his phone and walked out the room slamming the door behind him.
I was kicking myself in the ass for the bullshit I pulled. At least now I knew all that nice, gentleman like shit could be gonein the blink of an eye. At the end of the day, he was the nigga with the gun, and I failed to realize it. My life could’ve been over in a heartbeat. I had to come at him differently or else I wouldn’t make it another day.
CH. 8
GENESIS
It took everything in me not to pull that trigger on her. She had a point ‘bout folk showing up at her crib, so I gave her the opportunity to put that shit to rest. I knew it was 50/50 on that shit going left, but I let her do what she had to do. Everything was running smooth until she saw the news. I wasn’t the nigga to let them shots off in the security chest, but I would be the nigga to let them off in Brat’s dome. She saw the window and tried to jump through that bitch headfirst.
Them tears she let fly didn’t move me. I done witnessed my mama crying on many occasions and not once did it soften a nigga heart. I didn’t understand what the fuck made her think hers would. The only reason I ain’t put her dumbass down was because I touched damn near everything in this muthafucka. Going from room to room wiping shit down was more of a headache than putting her in the grave.
Once I was back downstairs and away from her aggravating ass, I rummaged through her cabinets again. She needed to eat so she could take them meds. They knocked her out like a light yesterday, I needed them to do the same now. She done got on my last fuckin’ nerve.
I was able to come across a few cans of soup from Progresso. I peeled the top back on them and dumped them in a bowl. It was then thrown in the microwave for two and a half minutes. I would’ve ordered her something proper of her choosing but fuck her. She wanted to be on bullshit, and I ain’t have no problem matching energy.
I grabbed her a bottle of water from the fridge with the timer on the microwave going off shortly after. Grabbing the bowl, I headed back upstairs taking them bitches two at a time. Brat had me furious in this muthafucka. I legit wanted to put her head through that fuck ass headboard and not in a good way.
Walking back into her bedroom, she sat with her back against the headboard silently crying. She tried to act like she was scared of me when she saw me, but I wasn’t buying that shit. From the time we pulled up in her garage she’d gave a nigga back talk. I wanted nothing more than to get the fuck away from here, her, and the Springs as a whole.
“Eat this shit and take them fuckin’ meds. They gon’ knock you out again, right?”
“Fuck you. I’m not eating shit you give me, Black!” she yelled, declining my hard work of fixing her a decent fuckin’ meal.
“Fuck you, too,” I said tossing the bowl at the wall. The contents it contained were no longer being held. It shattered and the soup dripped down her walls as well as coated the floor. “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t eat shit in this bitch. It ain’t me on meds, remember that!”
The water was dropped on the bed, and I left the same way I came. I fished my phone from my pocket and hit the buyer up. The sooner I got them off the sooner I could bid Brat, and her special ass needs the fuck goodbye. Never in my fuckin’ life had I allowed a bitch to play with me the way Brat was. My hands were itching to beat her shit in.
Placing the phone on speaker, I dropped it on her kitchen counter and opened every drawer in there to find a piece of mail with her address on it. I was serious ‘bout that pizza. I wasn’t ‘bout to starve just cause she couldn’t eat certain shit.
“Talk.”
“Zeus, it’s Black. I got some shit for you,” I said still searching.
“I need a location. I can come to you within thirty minutes.”
Finally coming across a letter from her insurance, I read off the address. “Thirteen Cadence Lane. It’s in the Springs on the north side. Hit me when you get to the gate, and we’ll go from there.”
“I’ll see you and Black, this is a closed deal. Them lil’ niggas you hang with shouldn’t be present,” he warned.
“I got more sense than you think I do, Zeus. They ain’t even in the city limits,” I admitted.
I could keep it P with Zeus without feeling like he’d betray my trust. We’d done many exchanges, and each one was a one on one. Each one also ended with that nigga trying his hardest to get me away from Twenty-One to work for him. Let him tell it, he’d make me the tech of his empire and get paid. I always declined simply because I couldn’t leave my boys behind.
