“Never mind, nigga. Carry on with your boys’ night, and I’ll head to the shop. I know that’s the only other place she could be. At a germ filled ass shop with your newborn baby, but you don’t care. I’ll be back with her shortly,” I said as I headed toward the door, still holding bags.
“She ain’t there either, Ci. Come sit down. This shit bad! It’s real bad,” Rowdy reluctantly told me.
The bags instantly hit the floor, and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. What did he mean? Where the fuck was my best friend and my nephew? My head started spinning, and it became harder for me to breathe. Trell stood in front of me with his head hung. That explained the mood of the room. Something bad had happened.
Just as I grabbed my chest and damn near collapsed to the ground, Trell caught me and carried me to the empty sofa. Rowdy’s pops jumped up, rushed to the kitchen, and came back with a glass of ice water and a cool towel. He placed the towel on my head and handed Trell the glass.
Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t allow this dog ass nigga to touch me, let alone put anything near my mouth.I reluctantly drank from the glass that Trell held up to my lips and tried to gather myself. Once I felt like my breathing had regulated and the room had stopped spinning, I sat up and faced Rowdy.
“What’s going on, man? What the hell happened?”
“I don’t want you stressing, especially if you pregnant. But I just wouldn’t feel right to lie to you when it’s some real shit going on.”
As Rowdy spoke, I noticed that he looked beat the hell up. My mind was racing, and I needed him to spit it out. I would address him speaking on me possibly being pregnant at a later time. I needed to hear this news about my friend.
“I don’t give a damn about that! Tell me what the fuck happened to my friend and my nephew right the fuck now!” I said through clenched teeth as I leaned closer in his face.
As Rowdy ran down the story from start to finish, I could feel my blood boiling. I knew what he said had to be true, but I just didn’t want to believe it. When he showed me his phone and the footage he had recorded of the accident, everything was confirmed. There were two niggas in the video assisting Diamond. One of them looked real familiar, but I couldn’t get a good look at his face. I just knew that it couldn’t have been the person I was thinking of.
“I watched this bitch get smoked. How is this even possible, and how did she know where y’all were? Then I told Moni that something was off about that fake ass nurse. It’s clear that she knows something.”
“That’s all the same shit I said, Ci. We gon’ get to the bottom of this shit, though. We already got something in motion for tonight, and I should have some news for you later. Just give me a little time. I promise to bring them home,” Rowdy promised.
“I ain’t giving you shit! Whatever you got planned for tonight, count me the fuck in. I’m not about to be sitting around, waitingby the phone while y’all making moves. I’m gon’ help bring them home too. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“You need to sit the fuck down, Ciara! You wanna be so damn hard, but it ain’t shit that you can assist three grown ass men with. You play hood, but when shit gets to poppin’ off, you better remember that you still don’t have no balls between yo’ legs!” Trell spat.
“I almost made you piss yourself when I put that iron to yo’ head, though. Bitch, stop playing with me! Y’all the new niggas ’round this bitch! That’s been my friend my whole life! Fuck what you talm ’bout! Now, what’s the move?”
Rowdy’s pops told me about Diamond’s sister, Taylor, and how Trell had her thinking they would fuck tonight. I had been meaning to see that hoe ever since they jumped Moni outside her shop. Knowing that Trell had fucked that hoe too was making me sick to my stomach. This was really a garbage ass nigga, and I didn’t know how I got mixed up with him, let alone continuously allow him to shoot the club up.
We all agreed that I would be there when Trell linked with Taylor, or I would blow they shit up. It was clear that nobody wanted me on this mission, but one thing I didn’t play about was my friend. Now that Cadence was added to the mix, everybody was about to die around this bitch.
“Ciara, come outside for a second. I really need to holla at you,” Trell sternly stated.
I was so confused about who this nigga thought he was, but to keep down any further confusion, I followed him outside.
“Wassup, Trell? You and I have nothing to talk about.”
“Why are you acting like this? I understand you riding for Moni, but are you really gon’ hate me forever? I apologized several times, but you still hard on a nigga. If we ain’t have no title, and you ghosted a nigga for damn near a month, what the fuck did you want me to do?”
“Bitch ass boy! What I wanted was for you not to fuck another bitch, especially a bitch who ass I beat because of you. You think I don’t have feelings? Just ’cause we had no title does not mean that you should be fuckin’ off with hoes. On bad terms, or even just not speaking to each other, you should have stayed solid! That shit broke me to the point that I almost put some hot shit in yo’ temple! You pestering me about hating you, when you should thank yo’ lucky stars that you still breathing, my nigga! After you stuck yo’ dick in another bitch, anything we had became dead at that point. Let’s not have this conversation again. Strictly business from now on,” I said turned to walk back into the house.
“Remember, you gotta deal with me for the next eighteen years, sweetheart. You are the only person in denial, so don’t play yourself,” Trell yelled after me.
I slammed the door, leaving him outside.
The thing I hated most about niggas was the fact that they would often play victim to situations they created, then expect you to instantly get over them hurting you. No sir, I’m gon’ make you feel just how I felt. The loss of my presence was gon’ hurt that nigga way more than me getting my lick back. Fuck Trell. My main focus was Moni, not him being in his feelings. Somebody snatched my friend, and he wanted closure. He had better keep that sucka ass shit away from me and stick to the program.
An hour later, we headed to an old trap spot that the guys use to run work from. On the way there, I listened as Trell sweet talked this Taylor bitch over the phone. It took everything in me not to blow our cover. She really thought she was about to get some meat from this nigga. I couldn’t lie, Trell’s shit was addictive. It would have you doubling back for more. I wasn’t even mad at Taylor for that part, but I never forgot what they did to my friend either. I was about to beat that bitch’s ass.
I looked in my purse and made sure my tool was in there and my brass knuckles. Depending on how I felt once I saw her and the information she could provide, I didn’t know whether I would pistol whip her or just box her face. I had to tell the guys that I wasn’t going to be on any bullshit for them to allow me to tag along. Yeah, alright. They already knew how I was, so hopefully they wouldn’t be surprised.
Once we arrived at the spot, Trell sent the location to his little hoe. We all went inside and waited for her to pull up. That bitch must have had a rocket in her ass; she was speeding for that dick. She arrived in less than fifteen minutes, and we were all ready to see what she had to say. As Trell went outside to meet her and bring her inside, my nerves were on edge, so I could only imagine how Rowdy felt. I needed my friend home like right now! Knowing that her sister had kidnapped my people was even more reason for me to take Taylor’s head off.
When Trell walked back into the house, he allowed Taylor to walk ahead of him. As soon as they turned the corner, and she saw us, her eyes grew wide. She turned around to try to make her exit but was now face to face with Trell’s Glock.
“Don’t even try it. Sit yo’ dumb ass down! Why you wanna leave so soon? Have you done something wrong?” Trell spat at Taylor as he motioned for her to sit down across from me.
