I got played. This nigga knew I was a fraud and still let me believe I’d be able to claim that money. My detective senses went off for a reason, and I ignored the hell out of them. Now here I was staring the grim reaper in the face. I instantly thought about my family. Amada wasn’t gon’ see me ever again and my lady… She begged me to bring my ass home, and I told her I had this. I was filled with nothing but regret right now.
“Twelve days,” I repeated with a slight head nod. “Aight Bentley, what you trying to do? I’m on whatever you on.”
A light knock rang out on the door. Yonnis popped the locks and opened it. In stepped the two niggas I knew fa sho wasn’t gon’ let me walk up out this bitch in one piece. Just my fuckin’ luck to have every Atkins I had beef with to be in one fuck ass room. I guess my death certificate was the only thing that needed my signature.
I casually walked over to the window and looked out one last time. I realized I didn’t get a good look at the make and models of the vehicles when I rolled up. Royce’s Rolls Royce was directly next to Black’s red Genesis with Bentley’s black and copper Bentley on the other side. My eagerness to claim the money along with the high from the cocaine clouded my judgement.
“Please let me beat this nigga ass before you put him in the dirt big cuz,” Black begged.
“I got all the time in the world. Do yo’ thing,” Bentley said gesturing for him to handle me.
Now, I might’ve made Black believe I was an easy nigga to bury, but I was far from it. He was gon’ get his ass handed to him if he came this way thinking I would fall with ease. Removingmy jewelry, I entertained his bullshit. I even did him a favor and removed my grills. I wanted him to feel like he had a chance in shooting the ones. Black did the same in return leaving on his rings.
Bitch ass nigga.
“Don’t tear my shit up,” Yonnis voiced taking a seat.
“You ‘bout to get yo’ ass handed to you lil’ nigga,” I spoke with a light chuckle. “Yo’ crew ain’t here to do yo’ bid either.”
“Nigga you got me fucked up if you think I need my crew to handle my light work. I been wanting to put you down bitch ass nigga,” Black threw back.
Once he was in reach, he swung immediately, hitting me in my shit. He was quick with it. I couldn’t lie. He had the left side of my face ringing like a muthafucka. Nodding, I straightened up and threw a jab of my own. He ducked, dodging it with ease but was met with a hell of a body shot. The cat was out the fuckin’ bag. He had to know I wasn’t gon’ let him just get off. That hit to the ribs had him clutching his shit. See, one thing I played, was crazy. A nigga always knew how to defend himself though. I ain’t never been an easy target.
“Get yo’ shit together Black. You can’t whoop me lil’ nigga. Get that shit out yo’ head,” I taunted.
He went to swing again, and I caught him with a smooth two piece. However, he ate that shit and dropped a hell of a combo on my ass. I stumbled back a lil’ from how hard he was coming. I was twice that nigga size in muscle mass, but he was hanging with me.
“Aye, ain’t gon’ be too much more of this shit,” Royce said taking a few steps forward.
I hit Black with another body shot, but he came through with two to my dome. He was holding his own though. I couldn’t hold you. He was giving a nigga a run for my money. He might’vebeen scrawny as fuck, but he was handing out that work. If I was any other nigga, I probably would’ve been on my ass by now.
“Punish that hoe ass nigga Genesis and get this shit over with!” Royce shouted.
Black cocked back and hit me with a haymaker putting me on my ass. I guess Royce was the battery he needed. I scrambled back to my feet wiping the blood from my mouth. “Yeah, I’m likehimnigga,” Black taunted.
Nodding, I smirked, then looked over at Royce and said, “Come get you some.” I was ready for round two.
His head fell to the side, and I watched a switch flip. Royce always carried a crazy look to him, but this nigga low key made me get on my Ps and Qs for real. He removed his blazer and rolled up the sleeves to his button up. Both him and Bentley had muscle, so I knew putting them down was gon’ be a task.
“Yeah, I ain’t got time for all this,” Bentley chimed hitting me in my right kneecap with a hot one.
“Arrgh!What the fuck?” I was down on my knee within seconds screaming out in agony.
He barely moved but made the most impact. I didn’t know what it was about this muthafucka but shooting at random was him all day. If he saw the opportunity, he took it. That was how he’d always been. A straight to the point ass nigga. “Tell me something Damarius Evans.”
So, you know me? Okay…
“What the fuck yo’ punk ass want to know nigga?”
“When Pops ditch yo’ moms? You had to be what… two? How that feel seeing yo’ trifling ass mama get dropped like a sack of Idaho potatoes? Boy, I would’ve paid to see that,” he provoked.
Bentley wanted a rise out of me, and I’d be damned if he ain’t get it. Coming for Corrin wasn’t gon’ ever fly with me. He wanted to try and make it seem like our father chose the better woman, but I knew something he didn’t.
“Yeah, and I would’ve paid the day to see yo’ hoe ass mama find out the only reason Bentayga went after her was to use her as bait. He never had any intentions of fuckin’ with that bitch for real. My mama told me all about how they came up with the plan to rob Senior through Rhema. That bitch was a pawn that fucked around and got pregnant. She was never the love of his life.” I started laughing off the fact that the city of Miami really painted this picture of Bentayga and Rhema being this Bonnie & Clyde when she was really just a part of the game.
Before I knew it, I had another hot one in my shoulder. The same shoulder that was injured a year ago. Outside looking in, people saw a calm individual that didn’t let shit get to him. A normal day, this wouldn’t. However, I was on his slut ass mama, and he ain’t like that too much. The truth hurt sometimes, and I was glad I was the one to reveal it. The path I was on was ending soon anyway.
“You run yo’ mouth too much for me.” He pulled out his phone and made a call on speaker. If I knew my lil’ brother the way I thought I did, he was phoning Kong.
