“Stop acting like you don’t know who the fuck I am.” I upper cut his ass, knocking him straight off his feet. “I’m gon’ take that as a yes,” I said as I stepped into the door and stood over him. Lifting my foot, I stomped down into his face. “That’s for having me ask to many fucking questions. He rubbed his now red face as he scowled.
“What you know ’bout someone shooting at me?”
“I’on—”
“I’ma stop you right fucking there.” My foot slammed down on his mouth. “I’on wanna hear the bullshit ass lies that’s ’bout to leave yo’ fucking mouth. You know something or else I wouldn’t be standing on yo’ fucking doorstep right now. We can do this shit the easy way and then I can gone ’bout my day, or we can do it the hard way. I prefer the hard way ’cause that means I ain’t gotta rush back home to them fucking cats.”
“Cats?” he mumbled underneath my foot.
“Yeah, my girl got a whole bunch of fucking cats running ’round the house. One of ’em just had kittens and the shits are driving me crazy. It’s one in particular I can’t fucking stand. I stole his ass from an old lady and gave it to my wife ’cause she wanted one of the mufuckas.” In that moment, my phone rang, interrupting my therapy session. Removing it from my pocket, I saw that it was Wren. I thought her ass was taking a nap. I know she ain’t take one that fast.
Swiping the screen, I answered, “Yeah, bae?”
“Are you near a store?”
“Why you asked?”
Greg muffled from underneath my foot, and I ground on his face to shut his ass up.
“I’m craving a few things and I was wondering if you’d grab it for me.”
“Sure, bae. What you need?”
“I want some Twix ice creams, some cheddar jack Cheez It, apple juice, and some corn to make some street corn. I saw some on TikTok not too long ago and now I want some.”
“A’ight.”
“Thanks, you’re the best.” The phone beeped in my ear, and I stared down at the nigga underneath me. I hadn’t gotten the information out of his ass that I need, but I had to do this shit for Wren right quick.
Going to the Instacart application on my phone, I placed a pickup order for everything that she said she wanted. Once I was done, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned my attention back to the situation at hand.
“Now, are you ready to tell me what the fuck I need to know?” I asked him and removed my foot from his face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ah, okay.” I turned and headed for the door then spun on my heels just as he picked himself up off the floor and kicked him right in his shit. Blood oozed from his now broken nose. “You thought I was ’bout to leave, huh?” My teeth clenched. He pinched his nose as if that was gon’ stop his shit from leaking.
Sliding my phone back out, I went to a picture of Wren and shoved that shit right into his face. “You see her right there? She’s beautiful isn’t it?” He quickly nodded, and I punched him in the gut.
“What the fuck man?” He balled up.
“That’s my fucking wife and she’s pregnant. When they shot at us, they hit her. She could’ve died. My baby could’ve died. You really think I’m gon’ let this shit go?”
“I—” My index finger lifted in the air, silencing him when I heard the notification go off on my phone. Looking at it, I saw that my order was ready at Publix. They must didn’t have many pickup orders for them to have my stuff ready that fast.
“We got somewhere to go,” I told him and gripped him by the ear and pulled him toward the door.
“Where are you taking me?” he questioned, tripping over his feet, trying his best to keep up with me as I pulled him toward my car.
Popping the trunk, I lifted it all the way and told him, “Get in.” His head snapped in my direction. “I wasn’t asking.”
“Wait, wait, I’m claustrophobic. I can’t get in there. I’ll have a panic attack.”
“Get yo’ mufucking ass in the trunk before I stuff yo’ ass in there my-got-damn-self.” He took one look at me and then climbed into the trunk.
Lifting his index finger up into the air, he asked, “Is it possible that I can just ride in the back seat. I’ll even sit on the floor if you want me to. I just don’t—” before he could even finish his sentence, I pushed the trunk down on his ass.
Rounding the car to the driver’s side, I hopped inside and pushed the button on the application to let them know that I was on my way to pick up my order. I pulled out the driveway and went to Publix on Taylor Road. They only had two pick up parking spaces. One of them was empty so I pulled in and let them know I was outside. Going to my text messages, I sent Wren a message.
