Grabbing an older pair of slacks, I got a black button-down shirt, some briefs, a t-shirt and got dressed. “Mmhmm, come back to bed,” Wren moaned as she snuggled closer to the pillow.
Clasping my watch, I tread over to her side of the bed and pecked her on the temple. “I got some shit I need to handle.”
“You’re always working,” she groaned.
“I’ma make some time for us. I promise.” Especially after I’m about to put her daddy into the ground. I’m gon’ have to figure out a way to make up for that shit.
“Uh huh. Let the cats out on your way out. I’ll get them.” Moaning, she turned over, giving me her back.
“Fuck them cats,” I mumbled underneath my breath. Zilla’s ass was one second away from going back to his real owner.
I exited the bedroom and went downstairs. Opening the door where the cats slept, I stepped out the way while they ran out of there. “Take y’all asses to the door. Don’t act like you don’t know the drill.” Wren liked to let them roam the yard for a few hours to get fresh air a couple times out the day. Everyone be wanting to come back into the house expect Gremlin’s ass. Sometimes,she’d have to go out there and look for his ass. I’m convinced that he used to run away when she was staying in that trailer.
Shutting the door, I went into the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the hook. Using the garage door, I went out and hit the fob on my Ferrari and hopped into the seat. My index pressed the button to let the garage door up before I started the car.
I saw Zilla standing there in the driveway. A smirk crept onto my face as I placed the car in reverse and backed up. That mufucka ran so got damn fast to keep from getting ran over. Letting the window down, I said, “I’m gon’ get you, bitch,” and pulled off.
“You got eyes on that funky bitch?” I asked Murda as I pulled out of my driveway.
“Right now, he’s having breakfast with his family at Jazzy’s. What you want me to do?”
I’ve been having Murda tail that nigga so that I’ll know where he was. I could’ve easily just had him place a bullet in his ass, but I wanted to be the one to murder the son of a bitch. I ain’t want Wren to go around hating Murda for the rest of her life for taking her daddy’s life. It has to be me.
“Nothing. I’m on my way. Hit my line if anything changes.”
I whipped in and out of traffic, trying my best to make it to the restaurant before he decided that his fat ass wanted to leave. Soon as I turned into the parking lot, I spotted Murda’s car parked. He wasn’t anywhere near the door. Probably didn’t want Big John to see him.
Parking next to his car, I got out and got into the passenger seat of Murda’s whip. “How long that nigga been in there?”
“A couple hours. They should be coming out soon.” From where we sat, we couldn’t see inside the building. “You sure this what you really want to do?”
“This nigga has to go. Wren will be alright.”
Soon as I said that, Big John came out the door with a woman and three children in tow behind him. Seeing him with his new family boiled my blood. This nigga was trifling as fuck for how he did Wren and nem. Can’t nobody tell me that he didn’t deserve to fucking die.
Removing my piece from my waistline, I opened the door and stepped out the car. “Big John!” I called out his name so that he knew exactly who the fuck killed him. Big John’s head whipped in my direction. Nigga walking around with no protection on him when he knew I was at his head. Stupid. “Return to sender,” I said as I blasted my gun. His big ass tumbled to the ground like someone chopped down a tree.
The woman he was with screamed out as she dropped to her knees. I took off running to my car, hopped inside and sped off.
“Bae, is that you?” Wren called out when I entered the front door. She poked her head out the kitchen and when she saw it was me, she pulled it right back in. I strolled down the hallway to get to her. This conversation was weighing heavily on me after the incident. I’m not sure how well she’s gon’ take the news.
Entering the kitchen, I saw her in there standing over the stove with a big wooden spoon in her hand. Stepping behind her, my fingertips grazed her arm as I made my way down to the spoon and then removed it from her clutches.
Wren spun around in my arms and faced me. She cupped my face and gazed deeply into my eyes. “What’s wrong?” It’s like she can already feel that something was wrong.
“It’s Big John…”
“You did it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I simply replied.
“I thought it was gonna hurt more than this, but he wasn’t much of a father. It’s fine,” she said and removed the spoon from my grasp. Though she said that, I still felt like it bothered her.
Wren
THREE MONTHS LATER
When I got the news about Big John, I thought I was gon’ be more upset than I was, but turns out, he’d burned that bridge. It didn’t bother me that he was gone. I cut off all communication when it came to him. After I bumped into him and his family, I placed him on the fucking block list. I’m not sure when his funeral was or who even went. Uncle Trayvon wasn’t even dealing with him. After Maniac told me what he’d done, nothing else was spoken about Big John again.
