Unfinished business? What the hell he talking ‘bout?
He walked away and pass Adele unbothered by the events that happened.Savage ass nigga. I kept my focus on him until he was back on the other side of the door. Once he was out of view, Adele started with her shit again. It was no secret that she wanted Royce in a grave. The only thing was, I didn’t hate the nigga. I was more envious than anything of the father-son relationship he got that skipped over me. She was bugging.
“He was right there, Black. Why wouldn’t you take the shot? Don’t you want Senior in your life?” she cried out. She acted like I hurt her feelings by letting him walk.
I was a lil’ confused, I wasn’t gon’ hold you. Not once did I ever tell her or anyone else that I wanted that nigga in my life. I was twenty-three years old, the fuck I looked like asking a nigga to step up now that I was a grown ass man. If her and that nigga ain’t get the fuck on with that, I knew something.
“Lady, get the fuck out my face. I told you once already this ain’t the time. You want him dead so bad, you do it,” I said tossing the gun at her feet.
It was my turn to walk away not giving a fuck. Royce saying I had unfinished business had me curious as to what the fuckdid I leave unattended. Other than my bread, it wasn’t shit that required my presence.
“My mama wrote you in her will and left you something you won’t refuse.”Senior’s words were suddenly on a loop. If I was ‘bout to walk into some money, you goddamn right I’m showing up for that. I quickly got myself together making a mental note to hit the crew once I handled that will shit. At the end of the day, them boys put the work in and deserved every cent coming their way.
I walked out looking and smelling like money even if I didn’t have none at the moment. Royce and his flunky were two muthafuckas who weren’t on my list of trust. He had to know I wasn’t riding in shit he owned. I bypassed my whip until I was standing at the window of his Rolls Royce. I put two and two together fast. Senior named us after luxury cars and our dumbasses pushed them.
Cheesy as fuck but clever.
The window crept down slowly stopping at a certain point. Smoke seeped out causing me to chuckle. He blew them woods too making me feel like the shit Yonnis said was true. We just might get along if he wasn’t shit like Senior.
“You ready?” he asked without giving me any eye contact.
“Yeah, but I’m driving my shit. I know you and vice versa. My intrusive thoughts might win going back to the Springs,” I admitted.
“I would really hate that for you, but I understand it. Keep up. This nigga drive like a bat out of hell,” he said referring to his boy, Striker.
“I got this,” I assured him and stepped away. I was touching leather shortly after.
Did I want a relationship with Royce? I thought about it a time or two, but it didn’t make or break me to have one. My problems was with his bitch ass sperm donor and his mammy.They knew ‘bout the kid and tried everything in they power to erase me. Seeing he had more screws loose than me, I lowkey wanted to bond with that side of him. I was all man and could retract certain impressions when they showed me something different.
They pulled out, and I was right behind them. We hit the highway and sure enough, that nigga Striker took off. I could tell from the way he was pushing that pretty bitch that he was ‘bout to turn this two-hour ride into an hour and a half. He was cutting time down fa sho.
I smiled seeing how Royce and his boy was much like me and Ace. I didn’t keep him as close as Royce did Striker, but I was sure if the roles were reversed, he would be. Royce showed dominance and where I thought I was running shit, he showed me what a boss was really ‘bout. He had no fear and that alone put him in a lane of his own. He challenged every move a nigga made. I lowkey loved that shit, I couldn’t lie.
We moved from the Peaks to the Springs in no time. What had me puzzled as fuck though was us pulling up at a hospital instead of this infamous compound of the Atkins. My thoughts instantly went to Senior. I was sure niggas knew I wasn’t giving a fuck ‘bout that nigga. Him being on his death bed made me no never mind.
I pulled into the lot parking next to him. We were in front of the ER, and I had an annoyance unlike no other. That was his pissy ass father, not mine. I rolled my window down with his following suit.
“If we here for yo’ fuck ass donor, I’m going the fuck on ‘bout my business, Royce. I don’t fool with him,” I stated.
“Shit, I don’t either. He ain’t got nothing butfuck you’sfrom me. That ain’t why I brought you here though. Go up to the fourth floor, ask for private room 0004, and when you get to thedoor, type in code 4241. It’s the first room on the left,” he rattled off.
“Who I’m here for, bruh?”Bruh? I ain’t expect that to come out so freely.
“Family. Let me go get my wife and kids. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said pulling off.
“Family? I ain’t got no family up here but you, bitch!” I shouted at the back of his ride. When they pulled onto the main road that was it. They were gon’ in the wind leaving me behind.
Kissing the back of my teeth, I snatched up my keys and made sure my wallet was in my pocket. This was a hospital. I knew they wasn’t ‘bout to let me walk around without some kind of identification. Stepping out, I headed inside to see what the fuck unfinished business I had to deal with that required my attention at a fuckin’ hospital.
CH. 15 - A FEW HRS BEFORE
CHEYONNE
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.I was silently coaching myself to do the breathing treatments I’d learned as I walked from the car to the ER doors. As much as I wanted to have Black here to witness the birth of his son, I hadn’t said a word to him or even tried to figure out where he was. I could’ve asked Royce to do the hunting for me, but I avoided that as well. It was my decision to put him in jail just like it was my decision to have his son. These were my consequences.
“Here, sit in this wheelchair, bestie,” Nesh said rushing to get the first wheelchair she saw. I chuckled at how concerned she was.
“I’m okay, Nesh. I can walk. Help me to the counter please.” She extended her arm, and I looped mine around it. She ushered me to the counter like I asked with the nurses immediately surrounding me.
