Ihad Murda and Grim cleaning the streets to see what the fuck was going on. We needed to figure out who tried to kill me and Wren and we needed to know immediately. The quicker we got eyes on the threat, the quicker we can handle the situation.
This morning, Wren forced me to take her and them damn cats to the clinic. I ain’t feel like sitting in here with them, but I did the shit because I knew it was gon’ make her happy.
“That’s it,” the doctor said as she removed her gloves and tossed them into the trashcan by the door. “Give us a call if you have any problems.”
“Thank you so much, Dr. Langly.” Wren got up from her chair and looked over at me, hinting at the fact that she wanted me to grab the basket that she had Luna and the kittens in. Getting up, I slid the basket off the table and carried it over to the door.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” Dr. Langly said as she opened the door for us.
We exited the office and headed back up toward the front of the building. There were a couple people sitting in the waiting area to be seen. One of the women had a pitbull. The shit was fire with the ears clipped and shit. Why she couldn’t be into fucking dogs? I just had to find this fragile mufucka that’s a kitten lover.
“What yo’ ass plan on doing with all these got damn kittens anyway?” I questioned her when we got outside. I’m just making sure she didn’t think all these bitches were staying in the house with us.
“I’m going to find them loving homes once they’re able to leave Luna.”
“And how long that’s supposed to take?”
“Eight to twelve weeks,” she answered proudly with a huge grin and then pushed her glasses up on her face with the tip of her index finger.
“You lost yo’ got damn mind. You think I’m finna be taking care of you, a newborn, some cats and some got damn kitte?” I halted in my tracks. When the fuck did we become the Brady Bunch?
“You’re being dramatic.”
“No, I’m not.” Maybe later I can smother the lil fuckers and make her think that something happened to them while she was sle?—
“Bae?”
Wren brought me back from my thoughts. “Can you come on and open the door? I’m thirsty. I left my tumbler in the car.”
I hit the fob and placed the basket on the back seat. Luna snuggled closer to her kittens as I shut the door and opened the passenger door for Wren. She climbed into the seat and instantly went for her tumbler.
Shutting the door, I rounded to my side and got in. We headed back to the house. Soon as I pulled into the driveway, my phone rang. “Yeah, Grim?” I answered.
“I’m following up on another lead, but I just got a lead on some nigga out there in Forrest Hills that might know something ’bout the shooting. You able to go out there or do I need to find someone else that can?”
Anything to get me away from these got damn cats.“Yeah. Let me get Wren settled and I’ll be headed that way. Send me the lo’,” I told him and disconnected the call.
“Where are you about to go?” she asked soon as she realized I wasn’t on the phone anymore.
“Handle some business.” Getting out the car, I rounded to her side and opened the door for her and then grabbed the cats.
We went into the house and Wren headed toward the staircase. “I’m about to go take me a nap. I’m tired.” She released a yawn and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Okay.” I pecked her on the lips. “I’ll put them in their room.”
“Thanks, bae.” Wren climbed the staircase. When she made it to the top, she stopped to collect her breath. That shit right there had me looking into getting a fucking elevator installed or something that’ll help shit be easier on her. She went on into the bedroom, and I took these funky ass cats to their room.
Once I placed the basket down, I left back out the house and put the address that Grim had sent me into the GPS. I’m not sure what information that he can give me about the shooting, but I’m willing to hear whatever someone has to say.
Getting to the location was quick as fuck. When I pulled into the driveway of the house, the mufucka sat on an actual fucking hill. I guess that’s why they call it Forrest Hills. It’s nothing but trees and hills.
Getting out the car, I went up to the door and knocked on the shit. My first thought should’ve been to kick the mufucka in, but I didn’t even know if I was at the right spot. Grim hit me with the location and name and that’s really all I had at this point. Ishould’ve told him to come check this shit out himself after he was done doing whatever the fuck he was doing.
It took a moment, but the door finally pulled open. A guy stood there shirtless in a pair of basketball shorts. “Who the fuck are you?” he wasted no time asking.
“You Greg?” I questioned with my hands in my pockets. I needed to know if he was the right person before I lay hands on his ass.
“Who the fuck wants to know?”
