Smoke ran across the front of me as I headed toward the front door. I’ll never understand why she wants another fucking cat when she already got three and a baby on the way.
Exiting the house, I locked up behind me and then hopped into the car. I went straight to Murda’s shop and blew the horn when I pulled up. He exited, wiping his hand on a rag. Nigga looked like he’d been swimming in a motor somewhere. He pulled his dirty ass shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground before grabbing a clean one off the toolbox.
I stared at him as he slipped his strap into his waistline and strolled in my direction. Opening the passenger door, he got in alongside me. “Where we headed?”
“It’s a secret mission,” I replied and backed out my space.
We rode all the way to the house on the northside. When I pulled into the driveway, Murda looked over at me. “Whose house is this?”
“Just get outta the car, nigga,” I told him and opened the door. With Murda close behind me, I removed my strap from my waistline and neared the front door. Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door.
“What the fuck are you doing? You letting the niggas know we here for ’em to blast our asses…” Murda frowned.
It took a moment, but the door finally pulled open. The elderly woman stood there in her moomoo gown with her pink robe and hair rollers in her hair. I could feel Murda’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
Lifting my hand, I aimed the gun in hers. Her hands instantly shot up into the air. They shook as she eyed me. “Where the fuck is the cat?”
“Cat?” Murda stepped closer to me. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“Excuse me?” The woman’s hands trembled as she stared back, making sure not to break eye contact.
“You heard what the fuck I said. Where’s Oscar? Bring him to the door.”
“Cat?... Oscar?...” Murda was confused as fuck dealing with me.
“I—I don’t know where he is.”
“That’s a mufuckin’ lie. Where the hell is he? I’m not gon’ ask you again.”
“What the hell you gon’ do? Shoot her?” Murda seriously questioned me. I was willing to do whatever it took for me to get my hands on this got damn cat.
“Oscar!” she tossed over her shoulder. “Oscar!”
“Move.” I shoved her out the way and entered the house. All over the living room floor were cat toys.
“I’m sorry, you gotta excuse him,” Murda told her as he stepped in behind me.
“You getting soft as fuck,” I tossed over my shoulder and continued toward the hallway. I wasn’t leaving here without that fucking cat. I’on care if I have to flip this entire house upside down.
I stopped at the first door and looked inside the room. It’s a guest bedroom with stacks of boxes everywhere. Shit was so packed that I was sure she hadn’t used this bedroom since nineteen eighty-eight.
“Please… Oscar is all that I have,” the woman pleaded from the living room. I shut the door and opened the one across from it. From the looks of it, it’s her bedroom. I saw something white poking from underneath the bed, so I entered the room and closed in on it. Lifting my foot, I stepped down on Oscar’s tail to stop his ass from running because soon as I would’ve got down on my knees, he would’ve jetted on my ass.
“Hello, Oscar,” I said and kneeled. Grabbing him from behind, I pulled his big ass from underneath the bed. The bitch had the got damn nerves to snap at me.
Smack!
I slapped the shit out of him. “You gon’ have to learn who runs shit ’round here. From now on, I’m gon’ be the one feeding yo’ ass. I’m gon’ let yo’ mufuckin’ ass starve. Keep on.”
I carried him out of the bedroom and went back into the living room. “Oscar!” the woman yelled and took a step in my direction.
“Nah, granny. Stay the fuck over there,” I told her.
“Maniac, this a joke, right?” Murda questioned me and slipped his gun back into his waistline.
“Let’s go.”
Murda waved me off and exited the house. When we got back into the car he faced me, “You could’ve left me at home for this shit. Out here robbing old women for cats and shit. That pussy must really be fucking good.”
