“Fuck!” I gripped my head.
Breathing hard, I looked up and down the street, wondering which direction he went in and how the fuck I was gonna find him now.
I walked back to my car with my head hanging low. I felt like I’d let Kelechi down once again. Twice I’d failed to catch that nigga. If I’d only followed my first mind and knocked him on his ass that night at the club when he walked into me. All of this could have been avoided.
I sat behind the wheel of my car in complete silence, my mind racing, before I started my car and drove away. I already knew that nigga would return to that house after seeing me there.
My mind told me to drive home, but instead, I found myself aimlessly driving around, not even knowing where I was going. Somehow, I ended up on a dead-end road and huffed.
Just as I went to turn my car around, I noticed someone moving in the shadows, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it was that nigga.
Without even hesitating, I hopped out of my car and ran over to him. He saw me coming and tried to run again, but this time he wasn’t getting away from me.
I pulled my gun out and sent a shot into his back left leg.
“Arghhhh!!!” he yelled and fell to the ground. I ran up on him and kicked him in the face, knocking his ass out.
I tucked my gun back on my waist and lifted that nigga over my shoulder. As I walked back to my car, I wondered how the fuck this young ass, little nigga was able to kill my brother so easily. But I guess his appearance was how. He was little—nobody to a giant like us, and that was why nobody noticed him walking up on Kelechi until it was too late.
I had to watch hours of Mr. Blair’s security footage to finally find a clear picture of this nigga’s face. I then had to painstakingly follow every camera he appeared on until it led me to an address for an old lady I suspected was his grandmother. Word on the streets was that he hadn’t been in contact with her for almost five years, but something in my heart told me that was the place he was most likely to hide, and I was right.
When I made it back to my car, I opened the trunk and threw his ass in. It was taking everything inside of me not to kill him right now and just dump his fucking body, but I wanted to take my time with him and find out who the fuck even sent his ass. I slammed the trunk closed, rested my hands on the top, and closed my eyes.
I finally found him, Hell. I found him for you, brother.
Taking a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes, climbed into my car, and drove away. Thought after thought raged through my mind as I drove to an abandoned building that Orlando owned but never used anymore.
When I arrived, I found the nigga was still sleeping, so I had to pick him up again. Once inside, I laid him on the floor, locked his hands into the chains, and then elevated him off the ground. I found a chair and took a seat in front of him and smoked a blunt while I waited for him to finally wake up.
It took another fifteen minutes before he started to rouse from his sleep. I kept quiet, watching him until his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. The nigga squinted at me before he chuckled and shook his head. I was happy to see that he knew he wasn’t leaving this place.
“You know I wasn’t even scared about your brother; it was always you I was worried about. I just hoped I could still get away from you,” he said. My fists clenched down by my side. He looked at me, shaking his head again.
“I know who you are, Havoc, and what you’re capable of, so I know I’m not leaving this place alive,” he said and chuckled.
“Tell me what I want to know,” I said.
He sighed.
“Nobody hired me.”
“Bullshit!” I spat. “I wanna know who sent you!”
“I-I-I—” he hesitated.
“Y-y-you what?” I gritted.
“Nobody. I just heard this job was going and I did it hoping to get money,” he said. I simpered.
“You think I’m playing with you?” I spat. His head shook again.
“I’m dead regardless, I know that, so I ain’t got no reason to lie to you,” he said. I stood to my feet and punched him in the stomach, winding him.
I took back my seat and gave him a moment to get himself together.
“Who sent you?” I asked one final time.
“Nobody, I swear. I’m the nigga who does anything for a price, Havoc. I heard the rumors that there was money for the person who did the job, but if I’m honest with you, it was a bunch of mothafuckers who wanted Hell gone. He was rumored to be Sincere’s replacement. Nobody wanted to see that happen,” he let me know. “The streets were talking, and everyone wanted him dead.”
