“Fuck y’all,” I said under my breath. “A nigga out.”
Renza smiled and shook his head. “Yo’ stupid ass gon’ end up back in there doin’ shit like that.”
“Ain’t shit they can do to me,” I said, smirkin’. “I’m untouchable, boy.”
We got in the truck and slammed the doors. Soon as my seatbelt clicked, Renza was already reachin’ for the blunt he had tucked behind his ear.
“This for you, nigga,” he said, sparkin’ it up and takin’ a deep pull before he passed it.
I pulled from that bitch slow and let the smoke roll outta my nose ‘cause I forgot how good real weed felt. That jail shit was never gon’ compare.
We rode off with the windows cracked and that warm breeze hittin’ my face while the city moved around us. It felt different after bein’ locked up.
Renza glanced at me, then at the road. “Aye, let me tell you somethin’ wild,” he said.
“Aw shit,” I murmured, shiftin’ in my seat. “What now?”
“That A’Mii nigga… Echo brother… that lil’ hoe been sendin’ me messages on IG.”
I turned my head slow. “Messages sayin’ what?”
“Man…” Renza sucked his teeth. “Lil’ dude talkin’ like he tough. Sayin’ how he gon’ get his lick back. Sayin’ how he ain’t scared and how he ain’t gon’ let that shit with his brothers slide.”
I laughed even though the shit wasn’t funny.
“That lil’ nigga really don’t know who the fuck he dealin’ with.”
“Not even slightly,” Renza said, shakin’ his head like he felt bad for him. “Nigga tryna run with wolves and don’t even know he a damn rabbit.”
“That nigga a squirrel,” I said. “A blind squirrel too.”
Renza busted out laughin’. “Facts. Talkin’ like he gon’ do somethin’ to us, and I’m sittin’ there like… boy… if you don’t go sit yo’ bitch ass down somewhere before yo’ mama gotta bury the rest of y’all.”
I took another slow pull from the blunt and let my head fall back against the seat. “I shouldn’t have never fucked with that hoe,” I said finally.
Renza hummed real low. “Yeah, ol’ girl fucked you up with all that messy shit. But you ain’t the first nigga to get lost in a fat ass and a pretty face. It happens.”
“I feel dumb,” I admitted. “Dumb as hell, and I don’t like that feelin’.”
“You ain’t dumb,” Renza said. “You emotional. That’s worse. Niggas do dumb shit when they emotional.”
“Boy shut up,” I said.
“A’ight but I’m sayin’… you killed her brothers and her daddy the Attorney General. You know they whole family gon’ be on bullshit now.”
“I know,” I said. “Nigga been tryna fry me since day one. He want my head and he want yours too. We already know how this go.”
“Yeah but he playin’ with the wrong two,” Renza said, turnin’ into a side street. “That nigga gon’ learn real quick who the real niggas is. We ain’t goin’ out soft.”
I nodded slow, my eyes narrowed on the road.
“He gon’ push this shit too far and end up losin’ more than he think.”
“Exactly,” Renza said. “Nigga think he untouchable ‘cause he stand behind a bench. But at the end of the day… he a man. And men bleed.”
I sat with that for a second ‘cause I knew it was true. The Attorney General had been breathin’ down my neck since the shootin’, and even though he couldn’t say that shit outright, I knew he wanted revenge. I had killed his sons, and I had fucked his daughter. I had dragged his whole family name through the mud without even tryin’.
I rubbed my jaw with my thumb and stared out the window. “Nigga gon’ be a problem. I can feel it.”
