“BACK THE FUCK UP BEFORE I START SHOOTING!” I heard someone yell. I looked up to see that it was Shakur. He had two guns down by his side. He looked at me and nodded his head, telling me to continue.
I whooped the dog shit outta Sony while Shakur stood back and watched. He made sure none of Sony’s friends could jump in that shit.
When I had enough, I pulled my gun out and pressed it against Sony’s right eye.
“Mothafucker, if you even look at her ass again, I’m gon’ snatch your life, bitch. Do you understand me?” I barked in his face.
“I hear you! I hear you!” Sony coughed.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” I asked.
“Yes. I hear you, Havoc.”
Everything inside of me was telling me to kill this nigga on the spot, but I couldn’t.
Orlando would undoubtedly side with Viper if I took his son’s life. I didn’t fear death, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to protect my mama, and that was the only reason why. Sony was a pussy, so I knew he wouldn’t snitch on me, and that was the only satisfaction I could leave with. An ass whooping Sony could hide, but there was no hiding him coming up missing. I knew Viper, he wouldn’t let that shit go until he found out who did it.
God knew how hard it was for me not to kill this nigga. I wished I had the power to protect the people I cared about, but I didn’t.
I slowly stood back up to my feet, keeping my gun trained on Sony. He lay there, bleeding from his mouth as he watched me back up. Shakur and I caught each other’s eyes. He then looked at Sony and said, “You go near my sister again, and you’re a dead nigga, Sony.”
He just lay there on the ground staring back at us with so much fear dancing in his eyes.
I tucked my gun and walked away.
“Havoc, meet me at Oblique’s store. I want to talk to you,” Shakur said as we approached our cars. I turned to look at him. This nigga had never said a mothafucking thing to me, and now he wanted to talk?
I nodded because I was curious to know what he had to say.
I hopped in my car and followed him to Oblique’s store. When we pulled up outside, Shakur leaned against his car and watched me.
“I already know what you have to say, but I’m telling you that I wasn’t playing around with your sister, bruh,” I said. He and I didn’t say shit to each other, so I knew if he wanted to talk, it was about his sister.
Shakur rubbed his chin and nodded.
“I figured that much when I saw you try to take that nigga’s head off,” he lightly chuckled.
“I swear I only found out tonight,” I let him know. Ain’t no way Sony would have been able to get that close to Kairi if she just told me about it.
“I’m pissed she never told me,” I said. He nodded.
“I’m pissed too, but I get it. She was trying to protect me. She’d gone to the cops, but they told Viper. They fucked up my pops one night before I came back home,” Shakur told me, knocking the wind outta me.
“Fuck!” I roared and punched the air. Something told me that Viper might have known because why else would Sony feel untouchable to try again?
“I will admit, I don’t know you, Havoc. I didn’t like you because you’re Orlando’s son. I don’t want anything to do with those niggas, man. I ain’t ever trusted them,” Shakur said.
“Bruh, I wish that nigga wasn’t my pops. I don’t want to be part of this shit either, but I didn’t have a choice.”
It was sad that we were two grown men dealing with this shit because of our pops and not a choice we made ourselves.
“Look, my sister likes you, even though it pisses me off,” he said. I laughed. The look of disdain was funny as fuck to me. “But you do know she only fucked with you to get Ocean back, right?”
“I know. Your sister mean as fuck!”
We both fell out laughing. I was hurt as fuck to know she came onto me just to fuck with Ocean.
“But you know I ain’t fucking with Ocean like that. That’s Orlando’s doing,” I explained.
