Bae: Where r u? when r u coming in?
Me: Soon. I just got to finish something. When I get there, you putting out?
Instead of responding she responded back using that Giff with Snoop Dog nodding his head. That earned a laugh from me before I locked my phone and dropped it in my lap. I felt the car slowing down which meant we were here.
I could smell death in the air, and it excited me. It sent adrenaline though my veins just thinking about ending the existence of two niggas who came at me wrong. After watching the young niggas that Kasey employed beat the shit out of Requ, I couldn’t help but laugh. The nigga was begging and pleading in here but ballsy ass fuck when he approached Surah. I had to admit it took a little of the fun away when he started crying and shit. Then he gave up his phone code within the first few seconds of me asking. Where was the fun in that? I fucked with the few moments of torture and the defeated look that entered a nigga’s eyes when they were starting to swell shut. Now it was just me and Kasey with Requ while his boys went to grab my cousin.
“I got a family to feed. My people depend on me,” Requ sobbed.
Kasey laughed. “Does it look like I give a fuck who depends on you? It’s niggas like you that give the streets a bad look. Instead of manning up and standing up behind yo’ shit you’re in here bitching.”
I didn’t even laugh, instead I nodded my head. Kasey was right. Niggas claimed to be street but didn’t know the first thing about them. The streets didn’t love a fucking soul and every nigga had their day regardless of their title or status. Allthat hood rich bullshit that niggas rapped about was just sold dreams. I mean why else would they leave the streets to become rappers? Exactly, everybody wasn’t built for the shit. As a matter of fact, none of us were built for longevity when it came to this. It was obvious because not many niggas made it out and the ones that did always had some type of ties to it.
I blinked a few times escaping my thoughts and allowing my eyes to land directly on Requ. “I bet you regret approaching my bitch now don’t you?”
“Nah, fuck that. he regrets being fucking born right now. The fact that he isn’t getting out of here alive is settling in.”
I laughed. “About time.”
Tears streamed from his swollen eyes as he just sat there. It was all he could do at this point.
“Those tears don’t do shit for me. My girl died twice on the fucking table because you goof troop ass niggas got greedy and wanted to take from my plate.” The sound of the garage opening made me look up from Requ. Just the memory of that day made me want to make this shit quick, but I couldn’t…not yet.
The white hooptie backed into the dockside of the garage bringing a smile to my face. Now it was time to get this show on the road.
“Damn that smile just jumped on your fucking face.” Kasey hopped off the table that he has been seated on for the last hour and a half.
“Hell yeah. I've been wanting to see this disloyal motherfucker.”
The moment they pulled my cousin out of the trunk and he saw me he knew he fucked up. I could see it in his eyes. I wasn’t a mind reader, but when he saw me he wished he was dead and I couldn’t blame him.
“What’s good, Gunz?” I asked in a jolly tone.
“Wh..what's all this, cuz?” he asked.
“All what, bitch? You plotted on his head and now you got your goofy ass in here calling him cousin?” Kasey responded before I could.
I laughed.
“I did?—”
“Ain’t no sense in lying about this shit, bro’. Stand behind yo’ shit so we can get this shit over with and I can go home to my girl.” I was fed up with the slow motion.
Gunz looked petrified. “I needed money and y'all wouldn’t help me, so I had to move on my own.”
“Yeen never heard of anhourly job?Walmart? Target? Family Dollar?” Kasey asked.
Another chuckle escaped my lips. “I respect that, but next time get shooters instead of niggas who only have the heart to rob banks.”
“Fuck you tell him next time for? You act like he ain’t finna be put in this cage and dropped into lake Michigan.” Exactly when Kasey finished saying that Knoxx came rolling a big metal cage from the back of the warehouse.
“Well damn maybe not next time. Maybe in yo’ next life if you ever find yo’self hurting for paper.” I shrugged.
“Please do?—”
“Bitch, stop begging. CJ put his ass in the cage.”
While they tended to that I walked over to the spot that Requ was seated in. Besides the obvious ass beating he’s taken; his scars were superficial. I wanted to keep it that way because I wanted him to feel what Surah felt.
