“Sha’Nelle,” I said.
“What?”
“That gray car been behind us since we left the mall.”
She looked in the mirror and slowed down just a lil’. Then, the gray car slowed down too. That’s when my stomach dropped.
I grabbed my phone and called Kay’Lo, and he answered immediately. “Yeah, baby.”
“I think somebody followin’ us,” I said, and I hated how my voice trembled.
There was a split second of silence and then I heard movement on his end. It sounded like drawers openin’.
“Where you at?” he asked, and his voice had already changed.
“Down the street from the house.”
“You close?”
“Yeah.”
“Keep drivin’. I’m on my way outside.”
Sha’Nelle turned onto our street and the damn gray car turned too like they ain’t even care if it was obvious. My heart was beatin’ so hard I felt it in my ears.
“We at the gate,” I whispered.
The gate was already slidin’ open when we pulled up.
Sha’Nelle drove in and stopped. The gray car rolled in behind us like whoever was behind the damn wheel had lost they fuckin’ mind.
Before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt, Kay’Lo came stormin’ toward us, shirtless, and barefoot with a gun in his hand and murder all over his face. He ain’t even look at me or ask if I was okay. He walked straight to the car and ripped the driver door open so hard it bounced back.
Kay’Lo’s fist connected with the nigga’s face so hard it sounded like a bat hittin’ concrete, and before the dude could even register what was happenin’, Kay’Lo had his hand fisted in his hair and was draggin’ him out the seat like he was pullin’trash from a can. The man’s feet barely touched the ground before Kay’Lo slammed him against the side of the car, puttin’ a dent in it from the impact while his fist kept flyin’, punch after punch.
“You lost, nigga?” he growled, hittin’ him again. “Or you just lost yo’ fuckin’ mind?”
The dude tried to cover his face, but Kay’Lo wasn’t lettin’ up, his knuckles crackin’ against his cheekbone and jaw while he drove him backward toward the trunk.
The same bitch from the mall scrambled out the passenger side screamin’ like she hadn’t just followed us to our damn house, but Kay’Lo ain’t even glance at her. He grabbed the man by his head and slammed it down against the tires once, twice, and the sound made my stomach twist.
Sha’Nelle was already in the lady’s face, cussin’ her clean the fuck out while she tried to dial in her phone with shaky fingers.
Kay’Lo still wouldn’t let up on that nigga.
He hit him again and the dude’s knees buckled, blood spillin’ from his mouth and nose while Kay’Lo yanked him upright by the front of his shirt.
“You followin’ my wife?” he shouted, his voice so rough, it scared me. “You followin’ her home?”
The man tried to speak but his words came out thick and wet.
Kay’Lo hit him again.
Then he gripped his gun tighter and pressed it straight into dude’s mouth so hard he gagged and the back of his head hit the car again.
“Open yo’ bitch ass mouth, nigga!” Kay’Lo ordered.
The dude’s lips trembled around the barrel.
