“Drag that nigga up the highway,” I answered. “I already had loop the highway cameras, so when they work on identifying his body and run them back, they’ll never know it was me who did it.”
“You know that shit is a little off, right?” he asked, and I shrugged. “If he’s dead, how is he going to answer your questions?”
“I got that covered,” I replied as I pulled the smelling salts from my pocket. I popped the package, set it under Luther’s nose, and waited. A few seconds later, he was groggy but awake. I let the tail down on the truck and sat on it. “Alright, so let’s get to the point so I can get home. I got shit to do.”
“Fuck you,” Luther coughed. “You’re a dead man as soon as I talk to my boys.”
“No, I’m not,” I said, shaking my head. “You aren’t going to make it through the next thirty minutes.” I shrug. “How you endis up to you, though. Either you can tell me what I want to know, and I’ll put a bullet in your head, or you don’t, and I drag your ass literally up and down the highway.”
“My sons are going to kill your entire family,” he chuckled and laid back on the ground. “That bitch you claim as your best friend will die last, though.”
“Damn, I thought you had better sense than that,” I said as I got down. I closed the trailer door, then walked over to Luther. The fact that this nigga was just lying there with no care in the world irked my soul. Without thinking twice, I kicked him in the balls, then walked to the truck’s driver’s door and got inside.
“You kicked that nigga in the balls?” Pyrite laughed after I closed the door.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Nigga was pissing me off.”
“If I’m ever lying somewhere like a fucking starfish, just know I want to be there,” he laughed and shook his head.
“Nigga, what?” I started the truck and put it in drive. “The fuck you mean you want to be there?”
“That’s a vulnerable ass position,” he said, shaking his head. “The only way I’d be like that is because I want to be. I’m telling you right now, if I ever say I was laid out like that, then I’m in love.”
“Stop talking to me, Pyrite,” I laughed, then pressed on the gas. I drove down Luther’s driveway and half a block, then decided to pull over. I got out of the truck and went to the back. Luther was fucked up; he had road rash, his left arm was basically exposed down to the bone, and the side of his face was cut up. I bent down and grabbed his head to make him look at me. “I am a decent nigga even though I enjoy shit like this. So I’m going to ask you one time, and if you give me the answers I want, then I’ll be nice and kill you.”
“I’m not telling you shit,” Luther groaned.
“You don’t even know my fucking question,” I chuckled. “It could be something simple like your name.”
“You want to know about that bitch Yale,” Luther coughed. “You want to know why she was set up.” Luther shook his head. “I’m not telling you shit. Fuck you.”
“Fine,” I nodded and stood. I checked the chain holding Luther, then walked back to my truck. “Have fun in hell nigga.”
I closed the door, then put the truck in drive and pulled off. The roar of the engine drowned out the sound of Luther’s screams, and to make sure I didn’t hear a fucking thing, I turned up the radio. I looked through the rearview mirror and watched as pieces of Luther’s body littered the highway. It was going to take a fucking forensic expert to piece him back together.
I turned down my radio and looked over at Pyrite, whose attention was on his phone. “The fuck are you so stressed about?”
“I’m not,” he chuckled. “Just trying to figure out why we are here, and you got this shit covered.”
“Because Pop said never move alone,” I answered. I pulled over on the highway, got out of the truck, and checked the hitch. The only piece of Luther that was left was his foot. I unlocked the chain from around it and left it on the side of the highway.
“Why didn’t you give whatever was left to Toddles?” Citrine asked after I got in the truck.
“My pig only gets the best,” I said as I pulled off. The highway was empty as fuck, but that didn’t stop me from checking my surroundings as I drove. “Ain’t no way I would feed her some damn Kilmore. She ain’t one of them warehouse pigs that can eat everything.”
“Right, nigga,” Pyrite said, turning around in his seat to face Citrine. “I mean, look at her, nigga, she’s in a tutu and her nails are painted! Ain’t no way he would ever feed her some damn Kilmore.”
“Right, my girl is a princess,” I said, nodding.
“Nigga, that was sarcasm,” Pyrite said, turning around. “She’s a fucking pig, feed her that nigga dick for all I care.”
“Ew,” Citrine and I said in unison.
**
“Ay, don’t start no fucking crying, let me shower, then we will go see your mama,” I said to Toddles as we walked into the house. After I dropped my brothers off, I decided to go home and shower before picking up Yale. I smelled like outside and hated that shit. Toddles snorted, then went through the doggie door I had installed in the back door, giving her free access to the yard. “Spoiled ass.”
“She gets it from you,” Yale's soft voice echoed through the kitchen. I quickly turned and saw her sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled before turning back to the TV.
