He reached out towards me. “Let me get that phone up off you, Rayzor.”
“Who you?”
He scoffed.
“Yeah, I’m Chip. I get my work from you and City.”
“Hell yeah.” I snapped my finger once it clicked but fuck this nigga. When I snapped out, hitting him in his shit, I knocked him off his square. He regained control but wasn’t quick enough with that weak ass punch.
I picked his ass up, slamming him on the concrete.
“Daddy!” Jayshon cried.
“Let this be a lesson lil’ nigga. Every mistake somebody gotta pay them consequences. You fucked with Leek, this ass whooping on you.”
I punched his face in, almost sending his head through the pavement.
After that, I took the phone out my pocket, dropping it on his chest. His face was covered in blood as he laid sleep. He’ll come too sooner or later.
“Leek!” I called out.
His feet shuffled behind me.
“You got something you wanna say to my brother, Jayshon?”
“My bad about…”
“Nah, be a man when you holding your own. Come over here.”
“Court, it’s cool. I already beat his ass.”
Jayshon shuffled slowly, scared to leave his Pops since his ass wasn’t waking up.
“Now, what you need to say to bro?” I said.
“My bad what I did,” Jayshon mumbled.
Maleek held his head high.
“Aye, let your Pops know y’all had your last meal on me,” I warned him.
We got inside the truck, leaving Jayshon to try and peel his Pops off the ground. That lesson better stay with him for a lifetime because he’ll cause his family a world of hurt if he fucked with the one wrong. I took it light on his Pops when he could’ve been in a funeral home.
When we pulled up towards the crib, mama was outside her house waiting.
She banged on the hood.
“Maleek, get out.”
I barely stopped the truck.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him?” she scolded me.
I let my window down. “He fuckin’ called me.”
“I don’t give a damn what he did. You’re not allow–”
“Ma, I called him,” Maleek vouched.
