threats walk around freely. He was running his mouth, talking real tough. So, hey. They guided him of the streets, without the noise. That means that muthafuckas don’t even know what’s what, and aint nobody even looking for his ass as of yet.”
“And by the time they do, they probably aint gon know where to start,” I summed up.
“Exactly.”
I nodded, realizing that my shooter hadn’t lost his touch. “Look, I got chu. But how long do you plan on doing this shit, man?”
He furrowed a brow. “You want me to lie to you, or tell you the truth?”
“Shit, I want the truth.”
“Okay, well the truth is that I got too much smoke to ever be a civilian. As long as I’m here in Houston. So, I rather get it how I live, and stay dangerous.”
I lightly chuckled. “Nigga, you tripping. The niggas that you had to deal with are no longer breathing, cause that’s how you been rocking. And if it’s been some local beefs, then all that could be avoided by you simply staying your ass out the hood. But you aint trying to do that, cause you love being on the scene. Shooting dice and shit.”
He smirked, as he opened the passenger’s door. “Well, I’m glad you know. But I’m finna burn, man. This lil’ broad want me to pick her ass up from work and shit.”
“Alright, boy.” We clasped hands, before he hopped out of my car.
Before he could completely close the door, I had my phone in hand, texting my niggas.
We pulled up in The Ghettos about six cars deep. Leading the pack, I pulled right in front of Babi’s old apartment. From the looks of it, there was a whole welcome home party in motion, as several niggas were posted up on the porch.
Wasting no time, I hopped out of my car, and approached the porch, never bothering to peep what my niggas were doing. Immediately, I saw Too Low standing with one foot propped on the wall behind him, as he texted on his phone. The insane part of me told myself that he was textingmyBabi.
“What’s up, Face?” “Face, my nigga!”
“Big Money, what’s good?”
All those niggas started speaking at once, as Too Low lifted his head.
“Say, let me holler at you.” I locked eyes with him.
For a second, the nigga just stood there, glaring at me. Then he seemingly snapped back to reality. “Yeah, a’ight.” He pushed the apartment door open. “Let’s go in here.”
I nodded, before everybody cleared the way to let me step onto the porch, and I followed Too Low into the apartment. There was
quite a bit of distance between us, as he made it upstairs first. Tapping my back, I made sure that my gun was secured, as I made it completely upstairs.
Glancing around, I didn’t know how to feel, as I saw that Babi had left everything behind in the apartment, including their big ass pictures that still hung on the wall behind the couch. Regardless of him just getting out, you’d think that taking those pictures down would’ve been the first thing on his agenda.
“So, they finally let you out, huh?” I asked.
He stood in the middle of the living room, wearing a mean-mug. “Nigga, we aint friends or none of that shit. So, what the fuck are you here for?”
“I wanted to have a talk with you face to face.”
He balled his face up in anger. “Nigga, you said everything over the phone.”
“Right. And you said what you said,” I pointed out. “It didn’t sound like you was ready to let go—”
“What, and you thought that you could come here and convince me?”
“Nah.” I shook my head. “I just wanted to come holler at you to keep down confusion. You got this apartment and it’s in her name and shit. So, that’s a reason to reach out. Don’t, though. Whatever business needs to be handled, just call her mama or QT. But Ion want no weird shit going on, where you calling her phone and shit.”
“Bitch ass nigga, you can’t tell me how to interact with Babi. You got me fucked—” He cut his own words off, as he charged at me.
Seeing it coming, I dodged the hit, but threw a counter blow, hitting his temple. He came back with a uppercut, and then we got to squabbling in the middle of the apartment.
