“That’s right, and you should know I ain’t never duck smoke that I felt I deserved and I ain’t never cop a plea, but I’ll be damned if I take responsibility for some other nigga’s actions.”
Jimmy stared at him for a moment then another one. Then, he leaned back in his seat and sighed.
“We didn’t light your shit on fire either.”
Rob’s eyebrows knitted together. “What?”
“You heard me,” Jimmy said. “I didn’t tell anyone to light your shit on fire and I didn’t do it myself. Whatever went down ain’t have nothing to do with us.”
“With y’all or withyou?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to say that all my men were with me and my brother after his car got shot up. Where were yours?”
“What are you trying to say that my men burned down both of our spots?”
“Not all of your men, maybe just one or two.” He exhaled. “Look, is there anyone in your camp that would have gained something from your spot going down or the two of us going for more blood then we already was? Shit. My blood brother is my second,” he lied. “Who’s yours and do you think that nigga would want you dead for the come up?”
Jimmy didn’t answer immediately but it was obvious he had someone in mind. That meant Rob’s boy had been doing a good job planting the seeds of doubt we needed. Rob had one hell of a poker face. I resisted the urge I had to shift on my feet or clear my throat.
Jimmy tapped his fingers on the table in front of him then turned to the side to look at who I assumed was his second.
“Iman, where were you when I couldn’t reach you tonight?”
“What?” Iman chuckled.
“You heard me.”
“Man, I was doing runs with Jr and you’re fucked up to even question me in front of them niggas.”
“Since when?” Jr asked.
“What?” Iman’s head snapped to the side to look at him.
Jimmy’s head slowly turned in his direction.
“What are you saying, Jr?” Jimmy asked.
“I’m saying that Iman wasn’t with me and I’m not covering for that nigga.”
“That’s not fucking funny!” Iman made a move toward him and Jimmy pulled his gun.
“You serious, Jr?”
“I’m serious,” Jr said. “I haven’t seen this nigga all day and I’m not about to be his alibi.”
“So, where were you, Iman?” Jimmy asked.
“I’m telling you where I was.”
“And that’s the story you want to stick to?”
“Nigga, it’s not a story. It’s what happened!” Iman snapped.
Rob lifted an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. I shifted slightly on my feet.
“So, you’re locking that in?” Jimmy asked.
