I made sure I got plenty of sleep the night before so I could go have some fun today. A nigga didn’t have no shows, so I was gon’ go handle one or two of the new fuck niggas that had made their way on my list, then I was gon’ go scoop my girl and the baby up because I had a couple of surprises in store for them over the next few days.
As soon as I got off the PJ, I was in my ride and headed to Northwood to the address the homie Frog found for me. I was hot knowing that this bitch ass nigga had touched my girl. I was gon’ teach his bitch ass a lesson so good he wouldn’t even want tolookat another nigga’s bitch, let alone touch one.
I knew that there might be cameras and shit around, so I had Frog and some of the other Lords fly out so he could handle that for me, then the others could take care of clean up. I fucked with Chez and knew him or his cousin would do the shit for me if I asked, but I knew my niggas would make it look like I’d never even been there before.
The shit was on the other side of town, so it took me about forty-five minutes to get there from the airport. I parked my car out front not caring that it was a yard full of junkies and otherniggas sitting around. If I even saw a fingerprint on my shit, I was lighting their asses up.
I’d grabbed my backpack from the front seat for today’s mission. I was still strapped just in case, but my plan wasn’t to shoot this bitch today. I actually wanted him to live so he could spread the word about a nigga like me and how shit was gon’ get about my girl.
I let myself in and began to scan the few mothafuckas in the front room for the nigga I’d seen in the picture Frog had sent me. When I didn’t see him amongst the smokers, I made my way deeper inside. He wasn’t in the two smaller, dirty ass rooms, or the filthy ass bathroom, so I was led to believe he was in the back room that had the door shut. Since I wasn’t invited, I didn’t bother showing that my mama raised me with manners and knocking. I stepped back and kicked the shit off the hinges.
The nigga got to fumbling around, and I peeped him reaching for a gun, so I quicky drew my own and fired a shot toward his hand to stop him. He pulled his shit back fast as hell like the bitch he was, lifting his hands in the air.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barked, but the shit was about as intimidating as a fucking yorkie. I wasn’t moved by the shit or even paying him any attention at the time. I was locked in on the woman on her knees in front of him. I didn’t even have to guess, I could tell just from looking at her that she was Diamond’s sister. Her niece was a fucking spitting image of her ass.
All I could do at the moment was shake my head at her before turning my focus back to the sloppy ass nigga on the bed.
“Get up,” I instructed, putting my gun back in the small of my back then taking the backpack off.
After unzipping it, I pulled my machete out and looked back in his direction. The nigga was still sitting there as if I hadn’t just given his ass orders.
“Oh, you must be tryna die in here today.” I lifted my brows.
“I-I don’t even know you, nigga!” he spat. “What you want? Money?” he nudged Diamond’s sister out of the way then stood to go toward the dresser. I made my way closer, so when he reached to open the drawer, I sliced his hand clean from his wrist. The nigga had to be in shock because he just stared at it for a second before he started to yell.
Using the butt of my knife, I hit him in his mouth, shutting his fat ass up. Diamond’s sister started to scream too, so I pointed my machete at her ass.
“Shut the fuck up.” I growled. “You don’t care this much about ya fuckin’ sister or the child you abandoned, so you ain’t gon’ sit in my face and show no emotions about this nigga.”
Her glossy eyes stretched when she realized that I knew her sister and child, but she shut her ass the fuck up. She truly had better be glad that my girl was her sister and I knew she cared about her ass because if not, she would be no fucking more.
Focusing back on Junior who was using his other hand to cover his mouth as he cried into it, I nodded to the dresser and said, “Put the other one there.”
“P-please man,” he pleaded. “W-what did I do?”
“Touched my girl.” I answered, then repeated, “Put the other there.”
“I-I don’t know you or your girl,” he cried.
“Put ya other fuckin’ hand there.” I snapped. “You already bleedin’ out. If you pass out, I’m gon’ go ahead and kill you.” I warned.
He looked as if he was weighing his options before he slowly put his shaky hand on the dresser. When he did, I sliced that bitch off too. His eyes grew wide and he cried out again. This time, I let him. I used the worn tank top he was wearing to clean his blood from my blade then put it away, tossing the straps on my back.
“Let this be a lesson learned,” I pat his shoulder. “Don’t ever in yo’ mothafuckin’ life touch my girl again, aight?”
He was still crying, so I took that as his okay then looked at her sister.
“I’m gon’ give you like a month to do one of two things. You either gon’ take yo’ ass to rehab and get clean for your sister and yo’ fuckin’ child or relinquish yo’ fuckin’ rights to baby girl.” I knew I didn’t really have the right to be saying that shit to her, but I cared about her sister and daughter, so I was willing to step on whoever about both of them and deal with the consequences later. “They both better off without yo’ ass, but I figure I’ll give you a chance since Diamond cares about you.”
“D-Diamond s-sent you here?” She stammered a bit.
“Don’t matter,” I replied. “I know that nigga touched her so I handled the shit like I will you if you don’t get yo’ shit together.”
I was done talking to her ass and done with her nigga, so I bounced. When I got outside, there was a nigga in the yard standing a short distance from my whip. I mugged his ass the whole way to my car.
“Ay, damn, Loco, I didn’t even notice that was you,” he said when I was close enough. “I’m Turk. Chez’s homeboy.”
I pushed his ass back when he got too close.
