“Nothing. I think you said enough.” She slipped into the backseat of the cab. “Bye, Rayzor.”
I wanted to run after her, but the witnesses and cameras were out.
“Man, fuck!” I cursed seeing her drive away.
My pride wouldn’t let me.
That shit killed me a little.
I ain’t slept in days. Been doing everything to get Eris back: stopping by, messaging and some more shit, but she wasn’t having it. Even blocked me. I missed my baby, man.
I talk to the kids, trying to keep shit steady, but it fucked with me. Not seeing all of them had me on edge. That’s my calm, my peace. Sanity.
The blogs had videos of the shit with us. Luckily, nobody the words, so it’s painted as we had a big blow up about me fucking around. I’d let them have that for now and address it when the time is right. This shit didn’t have to be like this.
My manager was on my ass. He was trying to save the brands, but the shit I wanted to save most was my relationship. Fuck everything else.
So, since I couldn’t sleep, it gave me time to do shit. I was running on wild nigga impulse and Gooch reaped the benefits from it. After all, it’s his fucking fault.
“Man, I’m not trying to take out of anyone’s mouth. I’m trying to find the nigga that hit me,” Gooch pleaded as he laid naked as fuck on a tarp.
I gripped him by the neck, palm pressing into his windpipe, thinking about how he fucked up my night a few days ago and how it’s been hard for me to shake back. I wasn’t sleeping, eating or none of that shit, just crashing the fuck out.
“You knew what time it was when you approached ‘em. You know he ain’t wrapped tight, Gooch,” City chastised with laughter.
“Now, tell me again how you got hit because ain’t nobody talking.”
“I got a call in the middle of the night that one of my houses were hit and they took it all, man. Damn, ain’t nobody lying,” he cried, tears streaming down the sides of his face, fading into the green tarp.
“It’s been a couple days now, nigga. You ain’t bounced back but you got time to take your bitch out.”
“My stash that I paid y’all with was hit. I had my own at home.”
Pressing deeper, he choked and fought to stay alive.
“You got bread at home so why the fuck ain’t it in my pocket?”
City pushed me back a bit, giving him time to breathe.
“Shit, we can’t get nothing if his ass dead,” City said.
We both looked at each other, then City chuckled.
“I’m tripping. I can fuck his bitch and get it all.” City shook his head.
“I got it, but I don’t have it to give to y’all. Everything tied up in investments.”
“You moving like a boss but ain’t got my quarter mill.”
“Give me two days. I’ll move some shit around. You can’t kill me if you want it, Rayzor, damn. I’ve always been straight with y’all. Never late. And if I didn’t have it, I don’t come around. Come on, man.”
Looking at this nigga further pissed me off. I twisted his neck, feeling and hearing it break in several places. His body went lax in my arms– weight heavier than before.
I felt his soul slip away then dropped his lifeless body before standing.
“Get my fuckin’ money,” I told City, walking away.
Gooch could’ve lived, but he’d already done too much damage. He had to see me for that. It wasn’t his fault I was in the streets, but he knew protocol, and he put his wants before my needs. I needed my peace– Eris. He fucked that up for me, so I fucked up that for his wife and family. My loss was everyone else’s, too.
