Proctor
I sat across the street with my eyes locked on the mutha fucka who shot my son. They looked to be filling up their car while keeping watch. These niggas weren’t watching hard enough because they didn’t see the scope across the street held by a man who never gave a fuck about an enemy’s life. I will kill them and whoever they love for get back. To me, penetrating an enemy with a bullet felt just as good as penetrating a bitch for a nut.
I knew if I didn’t get them now, my chances of doing it would be slim to none. And I’m not a fan of not settling my debts, which is why me and ol girl were on this side of town in the first place. Running security for Hawk was my job on the outside, but I had different businesses I ran where I was the brains and the muscles of those operations too. I just had to beat a nigga half near to death back at Hawks smallest club, Proxy, for not turning in the right amount of money to me as he should after a fuckin year. His feeling my wrath was the only reasonable response because, like a child, you have to correct the issue right then if you want mutha fuckas to listen in the future. That’s why I needed to get this nigga Jojo now, and I can’t let him go another day thinking he got away with shooting my son.
When I leaned out of the window, I looked back at the bitch Tania in the passenger seat, whose eyes were wide.
“Which one is Jojo?”
“Huh?” She asked in a terrified tone. Shawty was chill all day and hadn’t bothered me much on our trip to Diane’s. Shit, I’m glad I took her there because I needed a good home cooked meal after spending all that time in jail. I have been going to Diane’s ever since one of my homies, Kross, took me there when I first moved to Vegas. The first day I ate there, I got two plates to go because the food, even warmed up in the microwave, fed my soul.
“You heard me, Tania. Which one is the nigga who shot Hawk?”
“He’s the one in the black shirt, but please don’t do anything to him. Can’t we just call the police and let them know where he is?”
Her voice was raised, and she was shaking all over her entire body, so I could see she was scared. At first, I didn’t give a fuck until I looked over at her trembling and decided she really didn’t deserve to witness a murder today. That shit is traumatizing to the average person. Shit, it was the reason why I’m fucked up to this day after seeing my uncle kill his Opp on Thanksgiving Day in front of my mother’s house. My little brother, Houston, and I haven’t been right in the head since then.
“Go ahead and get out, walk around the back of the car, drop your head, and walk a few blocks down the street, then call an Uber to take you home.”
“What are you about to do, Proctor?”
“It’s none of your concern.”
“Please don’t shoot them. I don’t want to be involved in anything.”
I cut her off by grabbing her by her chin, and her breath picked up, but her eye contact got more focused.
“Nothing happened between leaving the restaurant and now. Do what I said, and you will be straight, alright. You got that?”
She nodded her head quickly.
“Use your fuckin words, do you got that?”
“Yes, yes, I do. I do.”
I broke eye contact with her to make sure them niggas hadn’t moved a muscle.
Tania got out of the car and ran down the street just as I told her to.
Now that she was gone, it was action time, and I wasn’t waiting another minute to get them mutha fuckas. I leaned out of the car, focused my scope on the black hoodie, and seconds after I squeezed the trigger twice, his body dropped down to the ground. I dropped him, and then the next nigga by him, and then the next, and then ended it with the mama because I didn’t need anyone describing what vehicle sped off from the scene.
After popping them mutha fuckas, my adrenaline was high, but my nerves weren’t shot, so I decided to go on about my day. I pulled out my phone and texted Cookie that I was on my way, and she sent back a simple thumbs-up emoji. Cookie has been requesting that I pull up all day long, but I kept getting caught up until now, when I could finally give her my time.
I pulled up to the East Tower Tops, a luxury high-rise sitting right on the edge of the Las Vegas Strip, glass windows catching the desert sun like diamonds. I didn’t have to say a word when I stepped out. I handed the valet my keys, and he nodded like he already knew the routine. No payment. No questions, because I’d been here plenty of times before for Cookie.
I rode the elevator up to the penthouse. The doors slid open, and before I even stepped inside, I smelled her vanilla scent flowing thick and sweet in the air.
“It took you long enough,” Cookie spoke once I walked further into her spot. She stood in the middle of the marble foyer, arms crossed, silk robe hugging her curves.
“Don’t say that like I left you hanging for days, baby girl.” I started towards her.
“Proctor, I expected you to be here as soon as you handled everything with your son.”
“And it took a minute, because I wasn’t leaving him until I knew he was straight. Hawk comes before money or anybody else, and you should know that by now.”
“Yeah, unfortunately, I do. You have turned down a lot of money in the past to cater to your son’s needs.”
I finally stepped in enough to close the distance between us, and then she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me on my lips.
