In an instant, I fired the gun twice, and one bullet tore through his skull and the other into his neck.
Abraham dropped to the ground, dead, next to the car, and I jumped out with all the strength I had in me, shooting back at the gunfire now coming my way. I ran into a nearby alley because the rest of his partners had stopped shooting, and when I looked back, they were bending down near Abraham’s body, probably panicking because their leader was dead. I’m sure that they knew my father would kill them for letting another one of his successors die. In their defense, they probably told Abraham to stay back, but he was always trying to prove himself. I know he got out of that car wanting to be a hero, only to end up a victim.He knew how I got down. I may be a nigga to them but in this world I'm that nigga. No one to be fucked with.
I knew I wouldn’t get far because I was losing so much blood, but I kept running anyway.
I ran and ran until my legs gave out, and I collapsed behind a building, slumped beside a trash can, where I kept pressure applied to my wounds.
I know that if I die right now, I may go to hell because I waited too long to get away from the family that was never really my family to begin with.
“Forgive me, Allah. Forgive me, and I promise if you help me make it out of this. I will be the king you intended me to be. Help me and I will be a king. A good one who leads his family the right way. I will save the Quatar name. I put that on you Allah.”
Chapter 13
Crew
I knew if I didn’t come over to see Cashmier and my son, I was going to have to hear more of her mouth through text messages. I wasn’t trying to abandon my son. I just had other shit going on, and dealing with her was never something I looked forward to doing. Still, today I swallowed my pride because my son needed to know me. I’m too tough to let a bitch scare me away from my responsibilities.
When I knocked on the door, it only took a few seconds before she swung it open, wearing a bonnet and sunglasses, which wasn’t like her.
“What the fuck going on with yo ass?”
“Don’t even ask Crew, your son is on the couch.”
She walked off, and I could already tell her attitude was fucked up today.
I walked in and saw my baby boy lying out on the couch, and I picked him up and held him close to my chest as I stroked his hair just as I did Amira’s. It however, was something about right now that didn’t feel the same as when I did it to my daughter. I didn’t get the same feeling I got from that sense of protection that kicked in when around her. I’m sure that is juston me, though. I hate his mother, and I’m letting it affect the way I love him.
“He’s been eating good, I see. These clothes getting a little tight on him already.”
“Yeah. He eats just like you.”
“I bet, but why are you in a bonnet and sunglasses in the house tho? What’s wrong with you? Did a nigga beat your ass or something?” She sat down on the couch beside us.
“Of course not. I don’t deal with any men other than you, and I only deal with you because you are my baby’s dad.”
“Oh, well, take those fucking glasses off. I don’t like talking to people when I can’t see their eyes.”
“No, I’m not taking off my glasses.”
I reached over and snatched them off her face anyway.
Once I did, I was tripped out because Cashmier looked like a monster from a horror movie. One side of her forehead was blistered, her eyebrows were completely gone, and it didn’t look like her ass even had edges under that hat now that I look.
“Your ass got cancer or something?”
“No. I don’t have fucking cancer, Crew. I got burned.”
“How?”
“I was cooking, and a fire started.”
“Damn. That’s fucked up. You should’ve known to stay out of the kitchen when your ass can’t cook.”
“Yep, I should have, but now I look crazy. My mom, however, knows a plastic surgeon. He's going to fix all of this, so I won’t be looking crazy for too long.”
She replied, and I left it at that because I can tell she was fucked up about the way she looked. Cashmier always been a bitch who was overly into herself, and I’ve never seen her not fixed up until after Hov left her ass, and even then, she still had that natural beauty about her. I’m not going to beat her down about the shit, even though I should, with the way she makes other people’s lives hell.
Cashmier and I sat in an awkward silence after that as I held my son until my phone rang and my mama’s number popped up on the screen. I handed the baby to her and stepped onto the patio.
