I was so full of anger that it felt like there was a demon inside of me trying to claw its way out. Five days. Drek had been gone for five gahdamn days, and truthfully, I felt dead inside. Her leaving her phone behind was a bigfuck youto me and after going through it, there wasn’t one inkling as to where she might have gone. She withdrew money from an ATM close to the house, and there had been zero activity on her accounts since.
She hadn’t checked into a hotel, at least not under her name, so actually finding her this time had been a lot more difficult. I didn’t expect her to exactly be happy about me swapping out her birth control, but I damn sure wasn’t expecting her ass to disappear on me again.
“Whywegotta stop eating just causeyobitch missing?” One of the young niggas mouthed off under his breath.
The thing about me, I had hearing like a muthafuckin’ bat. I could hear an ant pissing on cotton underground, dead ass. From the looks on the niggas’ faces around him, it was obviousthey heard him, too. They slowly backed away from him like he had a bomb strapped to his chest and was about to blow us all up.
With a deadly smile on my face, I took four large steps and was standing directly in front of the goofy. “Repeat that for me,” I removed my Glock, squaring my shoulders as my nostrils flared. “Actually, don’t repeat that shit. I heard you loud and clear,” I aimed at his foot and let off a round, causing him to scream and his body to hit the floor. “You referred tomyangel as a bitch?”
“Nah, Xy, c’mon bro, it wasn’t like that!”
“Bro?” I frowned my face, feeling even more disrespected.
“C’mon!” He held his hands up like my bullets wouldn’t break his hands in half. “I ain’t mean that! I’m just hungry, that’s all!”
I smiled, looking around the room. “Oh, you hungry? Is that what it is?”
His head nodded feverishly. “Yes! I say stupid shit when I’m hungry!”
“Me and you ain’t that different then, homeboy,” I waved my gun between me and him before squatting down next to his head. “Except, I’mhomicidaland Idostupid shit!” Pressing the barrel of my gun in the center of his forehead, I let one off with a smile as his blood splattered across my face.
Slowly standing up, I drew in a deep, calming breath, wiping the blood from my face with the back of my sleeve. “Bitch ass nigga. If anybody else wanna join him in hell, here’s your gahdamn chance,” I pivoted in a small circle to see if niggas were jumping at the chance to meet the devil. “Aight,” I nodded after being greeted with complete silence. “Like I said, ain’t shit moving in the streets until Drek is found. Get the fuck out of my face and remember, children,yourlivelihood depends onmine, so find my fuckin’ woman!”
The room emptied so damn fast, it sounded like a stampede of elephants tryna get out of that bitch. Good. The more eyes I had looking for her, the better chances of me finding her.
“Nigga,” Jah gestured toward the dead nigga in the floor whose blood was pooling around his head. “Was this necessary?”
“Jah, if you questioning me about that shit, that mean you agree with what the fuck he said about Drek,” I tucked my weapon and eyed him. “You think she a bitch?”
He tossed his hands up like he was over my bullshit. “Yeah, we need to find her ‘cause you got the whole city walking on eggshells and shit.”
“Good, let them tiptoe around this muthafucka. Ain’t nobody resting if I ain’t.”
“You a selfish ass nigga,” Blow laughed, shaking his head and taking his phone out of his pocket. “Let me call cleanup.”
“Fuck both of y’all. Jah, you get to go home and lay up with Makenna, and Blow, you get to stick yo dick in whatever bitch you feeling today. What I get to do? Go home and sit in that bitch…in silence because my shorty gone.”
“You saying shegonelike somebody kidnapped her, bro. She left…on her own accord because of you…again,” Jah delivered the ugly truth that I damn sure ain’t wanna hear.
My nostrils flared, and my fists balled so tight, I thought my knuckles would rip through the skin. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Jaheem.”
“Or what, nigga? You’ll put a hole in me, too?” He argued, not backing down. Jah never backed down with me though. “Stop doing stupid shit, Xyleek. You not cheating, but now you trapping her,” he tapped the side of his head with two fingers. “Use your muthafuckin’ head! You smart in every aspect of your gahdamn lifeexceptwith her.”
“Aight,” Blow intervened after getting off the phone. “C’mon.”
“Nah, let the nigga talk,” my heart was pumping with rage and pain, but I wouldn’t dare take that shit out on Jah for real.
He was loyal to a fuckin’ fault to meandDrek, so when he felt it was necessary to tell me about myself, I was inclined to listen. It didn’t mean I liked the shit, but I at least heard him out without killing him. Another nigga would never get that chance. Not even Blow.
“You can make million dollar moves without blinking. You can outsmart any nigga in the streets, but when it comes to Drek, you can’t figure that shit out! You can’t keep ya dick in ya pants, you can’t keep ya name out the blogs, you can’t stop embarrassing the fuck out of her! And now that you finallystoppeddoing that dumb ass shit, you turn around and do this nut shit by switching out her birth control without her permission!”
I shrugged casually. “So?”
“SO?!Nigga, do you hear yourself?!”
“Loud and clear,” I blinked slowly, still unbothered by his words.
“Xy, youviolatedher body. You took away a big ass choice from her, so now if she goes somewhere and decides to take that choice away from you then…”
