“If it was Ommy, wouldn't you?”
My brother nodded. “But how Mari?”
“I'm not about to go shoot up a city block if that's what you're asking me. I'ma play this right, but don't expect me to do anything quietly.”
North laughed. “You sound childish as fuck. How can you handle this without allowing your thoughts and annoyance to make you do something stu?—”
“On the ground, North. I know what the fuck I'm doing. Believe that, because if I didn't I would have burned every suspect block when this ship first happened.”
He nodded. “I hear you, but…” His sentence trailed off when I held up my hand.
“That nigga was bold enough to walk up to her in a fucking mall to let her know he did it. Ain’t no nigga about to be out here tormenting what's mine, not a nigga that walks this earth holds that much.”
“So you do all that and get those lives. How are you going to find out who the guy in the bar was?” His question reminded me of the info that I just got from Requ’s nephew.
I chuckled. “Don't even worry about all of that. I got my ways.” North had to have faith in my moves and know that I was bout, it bout it regardless. He had to also realize that I had thought this shit a million ways, so whatever move I made would be the best even if I was on demon time right now.
The moment I left my brother's, I pulled up to pick Kasey up. This nigga was always down to ride when needed. I’ve never questioned his loyalty and I've known him and his brother for ten plus years. My boy was solid regardless of the season.
“Yo don't get in here blowing. Use your words.”
Kasey laughed. “I know how to keep it leveled. Do you? I ain't seeing you carry out a mission in years?” He climbed out of the passenger side of the car seconds later.
“When it's necessary.”
“Right. So, if I gotta resort to a violence first, don't fault me.” He shrugged. Like it was nothing.
I couldn't helpbut nod because in a way he was right and I was 100 percent in agreement. Sometimes niggas didn't respond well to verbal communication, but when they were forced to stare down the barrel of a gun or have a crowbar to their cranium, they listened well. Shit, they even spoke well. They got real conversational.
When we walked in the bar, it immediately grew quiet and I could tell niggas didn't want us here. If that wasn't proof enough, the bartender’s glare definitely did it. It was icy, and neither me nor Kasey were welcomed here.
“Do you boys know what blocks you on? Whose territory are you in?” He asked the moment we reached the bar.
“Nah, I thought I'd walk into my baby mama's living room.” Kasey shrugged.
The old man mugged us even harder.
“No shit. We know where we are, just like you know who we are.” Kasey leaned against the bar.
I glanced around the space for a few seconds, looking for a camp with the spotlight. This there had to be worn. There were too many faces that came in and out of here. This was one of those spots that anybody unfamiliar should stay clear of. This joint was filled with niggas looking to come up off other niggas.
It wasn't long before I spotted the camera monitor that I was looking for. That was enough proof for me to ask this nigga to show us his tapes, or better yet, give them to me.
“Hey, old man, run me the tapes. I'll leave up outtahere instead of sitting here fucking up your business.” I didn't want to be here anymore than he wanted me here.
He looked around the spot before focusing on me. Then he looked around again, as if he was wondering what the others were about to do or say.
“Don't look their way. Look at him because he's the one of us that might vent yo’ fucking brain in here.” Kasey’s apparent threat and tone of voice was enough to convince him.
“Okay, I'll give you the tapes on Requ and his crew and you'll leave and never come back, right?”
I laughed. He knew exactly what we were here for, but still offered to play the dumb ass game. Then he had the nerve to try and be discreet.
“I'll think about it. Now hurry the fuck up.”
He gave us one last look before doing as he was told. Once he handed off the tapes, we left. I had to get them to the person I knew would have no problem getting me what I needed off them.
“Now you wanna tell me why we just G down for some tapes when the shooting happened sometime back? I’m pretty sure those cheap ass tapes re-record over themselves,” Kasey asked.
