I picked my head up, so that I could watch the video, and if watching it once wasn’t enough, he went ahead, and played it for the second time, and then a third time. Each time, it felt as if Dionne’s screams had gotten louder.
“You said you were going to go to who again?” he asked me. I didn’t say anything. I just kept quiet.
“Since you’ve done your research on me, and you know so much about me, then you gotta know the kind of nigga that I am. I like payback. I like to do grimy shit to people that does grimy shit to me, or to the ones that I love. You gotta know that I want to kill you. I really, really do, but for me to kill somebody, the bullet has to be for someone that’s actually worth the bullet, and everything about you is telling me that you aren’t worth the bullet,” he was talking to me all casually, as if he wasn’t making idle threats.
“Also, Dionne ran into the nigga that took her dog and killed him. My baby wasn’t fast enough to actually get a conversation out of him, but she was able to get a copy of the tag number, and I did my little research, went on the back end, and looked it up, and that tag came back to G- Enterprise LLC. Where are we standing right now Garrus? G- Enterprise, right? Which you’re the owner of, right? Which means that that car that that nigga was in is one of your rental cars, correct?” he asked.
Feeling like I had been caught red handed, I sat here with my head hung low, feeling like a kid that had just gotten caught stealing out of the candy store.
My silence made him laugh.
“Just answer me this though. Who was that nigga?” he asked.
“My little cousin. You don’t know him. He’s from Chicago,” I replied, and he nodded.
“And you thought that it was a smart idea to have that nigga steal her fuckin dog and kill him?” he asked. He sounded so angry. You would have thought that he was the one that purchased Bagel for Dionne, instead of me.
“I swear on my kids that he wasn’t supposed to kill Bagel. He was just supposed to take him, hide him out with us, and I had this little plan in motion, thinking that Dionne would come back to me, crying about someone stealing him. You gotta understand how much I love her, man. I was fuckin desperate. At the time, it made all the sense in the world. I don’t support him killing Bagel. Our relationship hasn’t been right ever since he did it,” I was honest, and when I finished, all he could do was look at me like I was crazy as he shook his head.
“Ay nigga don’t ever fix your lips to say that you love her. Motha fucka, if she didn’t fight back, you would have raped her. Bitch nigga, that’s not love. I love that girl so much that I feel bad when I even yell at her. I can’t see myself ever raising my hands, putting them on her in a way that’ll cause any kind of harm toher. If I fuck her too hard, I feel bad, so don’t say shit to me about love, my boy. There had to be some kind of part of you that felt like her dog was going to get killed. He walked into her building, all kinds of camera angles picked up his face. You mean to tell me that he was just going to freely hand him back over? Nah man, ya’ll knew ya’ll planned on killing her dog,” he shot.
I kept quiet because I didn’t know how this was going to end. I really didn’t know if the plan was to kill me. I just wasn’t trying to give him a reason.
“This what we going to do. I told you I can be a grimy ass nigga, and I love to get my get back. I won’t kill you. I’ll let your bitch ass live, but you gotta cut my girl a check. Go ahead and grab up your checkbook. You an old head, so I know that you got a checkbook sitting around in this office somewhere,” he casually said, stepping back, so that he could allow me to stand up, and walk away.
It was hard because my knees were still hurting, and my body felt like I had been run over by a bus.
I eventually stood up to my feet, face leaking blood, as I limped over to my desk, pulled the chair out, and I slowly sat down. I moved my hand around the desk, searching for the checkbook that I kept in the corner. I got it, flipped through it, and once I was on an empty checkbook page, I lifted my head, so that I could look up at him.
“Make it out to House of Henry. That’s her business. Cut her a check for five mill,” he casually said it, and when he finished, I looked at him like he was crazy. Granted, I did have that kind of money, but it was laying around in savings.
“Five million? Man, are you crazy? I know what I did was wrong, but you going to make me write a check out to her for five million dollars? I can do 1!” I spat.
“Nigga, this ain’t up for debate. What I just told you to do wasn’t a fuckin option. That shit is set in stone. You lucky thatall I’m asking you for is five million. I saw your net worth nigga. I know what you can and can’t afford. Be lucky that all I’m asking you for is money. I can be an even greener ass nigga and expose this footage to the feds, and I’ll make your black ass lose everything. Your kids mama already in prison. I can have you sitting in that bitch too,” he spat.
I breathed a heavy breath, and I went ahead, and wrote the check out to House of Henry, which is what he’d told me. Once I finished writing the check, I ripped it off the page, and I handed it over to him.
“I don’t have that kind of money sitting around in my account. I have to wire it over from my savings. Tell her not to cash it until the end of the week,” I let him know, and with a smile on his face, he nodded.
“I see why she kept you around. You cough up money too easy. Nice doing business with you, my man. Oh, and one last thing before I go. Stay the fuck from around her. I let you get off easy, man. If my girl even tell me that you were in the same room as her, I swear to God that I’m going to be on your ass. Make sure you let your little cousin know that I gotta ass whipping waiting for him too. I’m not going to let him get off that easy,” he finished, and when he was done talking, he slapped me on my chest a couple of times.
I watched him stuff the check into his pocket, and he left out of my office. Now that I was alone in my office, I just slouched back in the chair, raising my hands, so that I could put them over my head.
I felt defeated. I felt angry. I felt like everything that I ever did for Dionne was in vain. I should have never stepped out on my wife. I should have gone to the fuckin therapy sessions that she was offering me at one point, so that we could fix our marriage. I got with Dionne, and I fell in love with her along the way, but in the end, we didn’t even end up being together.
My wife was in prison because she acted out of hurt on what I’d done to her. My kids didn’t have a relationship with me because of it. Yesterday, it was my oldest son’s birthday, and I called him to wish him a happy birthday, and sure enough, he still had me blocked.
Tank didn’t have to send me another threat about staying away from Dionne. I would gladly do it. I wouldn’t give a damn if we never saw each other or spoke to one another again in our lives.
Chapter 15
Toby Williams
Playing Dirty
“How this shit look? Be for real. I feel like I look like a fuckin beaver,” I said, walking in the room where my girl was.
Her name was Kalani, and her and I had been fuckin off and on for a little while. This was the first time that our shit felt so serious though, and that’s because her, and her son Bash were living with me. If it was any other broad, I would have told their asses that they couldn’t stay with me, but given the history that me, and Kalani had, I was nice about the shit, and I allowed them to move in.
