“I don’t even know what the fuck to say right now. I’m literally at a loss of fuckin words. A part of me wishes that you were about to tell me that maybe you was moving weight with this nigga, but not this. How the fuck you let that nigga hang this shit over your head for two football seasons? I been seeing the way you been playing, and your shit hasn’t been consistent. The way you played tonight, I swear I haven’t seen you play that way in a long time. He pulled up on your baby mama, and your daughter, nigga. My fuckin granddaughter. I’ll kill that nigga my fuckin self,” my pops roared, and I believed that he would do it too.
I didn’t say anything. I kept quiet. I had so much shit running through my mind right now, that I didn’t even have the energy to say anything back to him.
“So, since he lost out on money today, what did he threaten you to do over the phone? I know it’s something,” my dad went on to say.
“He want me to wire him fifteen racks by tomorrow morning,” I stated, and he sucked his teeth after that, and looked at me like I was crazy.
“Fifteen racks? Man, who the fuck that nigga think he is? You better not send his ass shit! You worked hard for that money?—”
“I understand that pops, but right now, I gotta play the fuckin game with him until I come up with a plan. Look how easy it was for him to pull up on Promise, and Romy. He could have fuckin killed them. That nigga knows where my grandma stays at, man. If I don’t send this shit to him by tomorrow morning, he already made it clear to me that my grandma going to be the first spot that he pull up at. I already put my daughter, and my baby mama in harm’s way tonight. I’m not trying to bring nobody else down with me. I’m going to send him his lil bread and come up with a plan to kill this nigga. Right now, I just don’t want to gamble with my life, or anyone else’s life around me. I got toomuch to lose, man. I got my freedom on the line too because of that murder that him, and Jax witnessed me commit,” I roared, needing him to feel where the fuck I was coming from right now.
“Who else knows about this shit? You told anyone else?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I told Tank. I only told him because this shit was fuckin with me, and I needed to release it to somebody. I wanted to tell you man, but you’re one of those people in my life where my main goal is to impress you, and to only hear you say good things about me. I didn’t want to drop this shit on you and disappoint you with it. That’s why I kept it from you for so long,” I let him know some real shit.
“The only thing that I’m disappointed about is the fact that you didn’t come to me about this shit sooner. You of all people should know that although I’m out here living my life on the straight and narrow now, that I will always bend any fuckin corner when it comes to my kids. Had I would have known this sooner; I would have been put that nigga down. Right now, it’s not a matter of if we’re going to kill this nigga or not. He lost the option of continuing to live out his life when he pulled up on your daughter. The only choice that gotta get made right now is when the fuckin the killing is going to happen. I’ll handle that shit though. Do your thing with football. I don’t need you getting tied up in this shit,” he said.
“You taught me to never let a man handle my business for me. How I look letting my fuckin daddy fight my battles for me?” I asked.
“Like a nigga that should be thankful that you got somebody in your corner that’s willing to take on your dirty work. Go ahead and drive. I’m so motha fuckin angry with you, that I want to put your ass out, and make you walk the rest of the way home,” he talked shit to me.
I just shook my head, looked out into the rearview mirror, and once I saw that there weren’t any cars coming, I quickly got back onto the highway, driving, pretending that nothing ever happened. I heard my pops loud and clear, but I wasn’t going to allow him to handle this shit for me. I just couldn’t.
For the rest of the drive, my dad didn’t say anything to me. I had to stop at a gas station once to gas up, and even with that, he still didn’t open his mouth to speak. We touched back down in Miami a little after four in the morning, and true to my word, I pulled up at my baby mama’s crib, where I knew that she was in the apartment sleeping with our daughter, and was more than likely going to be pissed that I’d still come, even though she’d told me not to.
It was dark out when I pulled the car into the parking lot. Not only that, but it was quiet as well.
I quickly got out of the truck, grabbed my phone that I had resting in the cupholder, and I grabbed my gym bag that was in the back. My pops got out from the passenger seat, and he came around, so that he could get in the driver’s seat.
“While this shit going on, you need to get a simpler car. Something that’s lowkey, and niggas won’t know that it’s you that’s driving it. That Donk that you pushing every day is too fuckin loud. You got somebody out here that wants you dead if you don’t give him what you want, so the last thing you need to be doing is pushing a bright ass green car, where people can spot you out from miles away. Make better fuckin decisions,” he snapped at me, all the while putting his hand out, so that he could slap me on my chest a couple of times.
As much as I wanted to spaz on this nigga for talking to me crazy, I let him have it because I knew that he was pissed.
I just backed away from his truck, watched him as he got in, and he pulled off without even slapping it up with me or anything. Shaking my head, I walked over to the staircase, andas I was doing this, I had my phone in my hand, going for Promise’s contact, so that I could call her, and tell her to answer the door.
I know that she’s already been through enough shit tonight, having that nigga pull up on her, so I didn’t want to just pop up and knock on her door. I wanted to call her first and let her know that I was outside.
I had to call her twice, and on the second call, she answered on the last ring, but she didn’t say anything.
“I’m coming up the stairs. Open the door,” I spoke.
“Rico, we’re sleep. Why did you come? I told you not to,” you could hear the raspiness in her voice, so I knew that I had to have waken her up out of her sleep, just like she was saying.
“I know, but that shit shook me up, so I just want to be with my daughter. Open the door,” I released, now on her floor, and I was getting ready to walk down in the direction of her door.
“Ughhhh. Hold on,” her dumb ass said, and then she hung the phone up on me.
I was standing in front of her apartment door now, and it took damn near two minutes for the front door to eventually turn.
The alarm was going off in the house, due to her opening the door, while she had it set, so she quickly disarmed it. I stood here, outside the door, eyes on her, watching her.
The alarm panel was mounted right by the front door, so I had the perfect view of Promise. She was standing there in just a cropped white tee, and I could see her nipple piercings clearly, since she wasn’t wearing a bra. Gray, boy short underwear were the only bottoms that she had on, and with that, her beautiful, silk thighs and legs were exposed. Those big lips of hers were in a pout, as she was still disarming the alarm.
Promise had jet black, shoulder length hair, and it was often styled in the blunt cut that she would keep it in, and with herbeing a beautician for a living, even with me being a man, I could always spot out the healthiness of her hair. Even right now, as it was a little disheveled from her not putting a scarf on, you could still see how thick, full, and treated her hair was.
“You act like you couldn’t just come in the morning. Everything always gotta be on your terms, and I hate that shit with you,” she didn’t miss an opportunity to talk shit to me once I was inside, and I dropped my bag by the door, and closed the front door behind me.
“I feel like a nigga can never do shit right when it comes to you. If I wouldn’t have pulled up on my daughter the second I made it home, you would have called my phone bitching, saying how I put her in harm’s way, and didn’t even have the decency to see her once I got back in Miami. It’s no fuckin winning with you, bruh,” I snapped.
