“That’s really not necessary. Is Wallis ready to go?”
She had texted him when she closed up the food truck to let him know she was on her way in hopes that he would have their son ready to go. Unfortunately for her, Biggie had a different agenda.
He cocked his head to the side.
“You not gonna kick it with me tonight?” He pulled her into him by her waist.
She hugged him for a second before pulling away.
“Biggie…”
His phone vibrated in his pocket again, instantly irritating him.
“Hold on, boo.” He pulled his phone out and saw it was Demo calling. “Yeah, man,” he answered.
“I know you playin’ daddy right now, but some shit is goin’ down. Traps are getting’ hit left and right, and I put my money on Antonio being the cause. We can’t keep up with all the hits. I don’t know how this nigga got so many men on his side, but shit is fucked up and bad right now. I need you out in these streets with me, bro.”
Biggie huffed as he swiped a hand down his face. This was not how he wanted his night to go. He would’ve rather spent time with his son and dug up in his baby mama’s guts once or twice more, but duty called. It always did. He was just glad Demo didn’t hit him up until now so he wouldn’t be forced to turn him down since he had Wallis.
“Aight, man. Drop your location, and I’ll be meet up with you in a minute. Let me just get my lil’ man right.”
“Hurry, bro,” Demo said before ending the call.
Tuesday peered at him sadly.
“I’ll get Wallis.”
She tried stepping by him, but he stopped her and pulled his house keys off the hook by the door.
“Take this. Go home and pack you and Wallis a bag. I want you to be here when I get home.”
Tuesday’s brows scrunched together.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. We have a lot to sort out. I don’t want to confuse things between us.”
Once again, he pulled her by the waist into him as he looked down at her. “You’re the only one confused, Tuesday. Please do what I said. I have to go.”
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked. She realized this wasn’t the kind of life she wanted. As into Biggie as she was and wanted to be, she couldn’t allow herself to fall into this kind oflifestyle—always worrying about him every time he stepped foot out the door.
Biggie leaned down and kissed her cheek before kissing her lips.
“I’m always okay, mama. I’ll be back soon. Be here when I get home, okay?”
“Okay,” she lowly answered, watching as he quickly loved on Wallis for a minute before he left the house, leaving her to lock up and go get a spend the night bag for her and Wallis, wondering what the hell she was getting into.
Biggie and Demo cruised down the street as they checked in on all their trap houses that had been hit. Their men were in complete chaos as they tried tracking down Antonio. He had been so efficient with his hits; it left a lot of men dead and a lot of money and product missing. Biggie was hot. This was the last thing he wanted to worry about. Antonio officially had a target on his back. Him and Demo put it out that the first nigga to bring Antonio to them alive would have a huge payday.
“Shit ain’t making no sense,” Demo said. “How he pull this shit off?”
Night had fallen, and they were cruising around the areas their blocks were located. Before Biggie could respond, both their phones started blowing up. Demo kept driving while Biggie answered his.
“Yeah.”
“Boss, we got Antonio over on Grape Street. I just pulled up, and it’s a big ass brawl. Only a matter of time before guns are drawn,” one of Biggie’s young soldiers explained.
“We’re a minute away.” Biggie hung up, telling Demo where to go.
When they pulled up, they saw about twenty niggas going at it, but Biggie only had eyes for one. Antonio was in the middle of the brawl, getting his ass beat by two niggas.
