“This the nigga that killed my brother?” Yummi snapped, pointing her gun at Kid’s head. The rest of his crew sat silently while the girls whimpered with tape over their mouths.
“Chill, babe, not yet. I want this nigga to confess.” I gently pushed her back.
“Nah, let her rock, but these niggas look young as fuck. You sure these are the right niggas?” Mula questioned. Before I could answer, Kid spoke up.
“Yeah, I killed your punk ass leader. I was paid to do it… a lot of fuckin’ money too.” The lil’ nigga grinned.
“Who paid you, pussy ass boy? I hope you enjoyed that money because you will never see that kind of cash again!” Yummi roared as she paced the floor. I could tell her adrenaline was racing, and she wanted his head.
Kid glared at me, snickering.
“What you lookin’ at me for? Tell her,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
He looked at Yummi. “Kill me, bitch! I ain’t tellin’ you shit. I ain’t no fuckin’ snitch!”
Yummi laughed demonically. “Bet.”
Yummi raised her gun and shot a hole in Kid’s head. His body went limp immediately, and then more shots went off. My shooters took the rest of Kid’s crew out and the bitches they were with, execution style, while Mula lit a match for the fire he was ready to start. The flame took fast, causing a circle of fire around the dead.
“That wasn’t enough, nigga, and not what I said to do.”Coast appeared.
“Shut up, nigga. It’s a start,” I mumbled, hoping Mula didn’t hear me, but he did.
“You talkin’ to me, my nigga?” Mula asked as I gazed at the fire.
I looked at him. “Huh? Nah… this pill got me tweakin’. Let’s get out of here, tho’. Now our nigga can rest.”
“We still gon’ have to find the nigga who sent the hit.”
“I know.” I shook my head.
After my shooters gathered all the money and dope, we rushed out before the whole house went up in flames. We got in the van, and Sparkle drove off full speed.
“You liked the way I handled that nigga, baby?” Yummi asked as she surprisingly climbed onto my lap while we sat on the back row of the van.
“Yeah, I liked that shit. You know I love yo’ gangsta, but I want you back as my good girl tomorrow.” I kissed her.
“I don’t know about that. I think I miss this side of me. I been real pussy lately, and I can’t let bitches keep seeing that side of me. It’s time for me to start standing my ground again.” She smirked, but I frowned.
“Not with me… Just because you took a nigga out don’t make you hardbody.”
“I didn’t just take a nigga out. I took out my brother’s killer, so I’m definitely hardbody,” she replied, sounding bitter as she climbed off my lap.
“I ain’t taking that from you. I’m just letting you know ain’t shit changed. You can check these hoes, but not me. You know how I get down. I’ll break you, Yummi.”
“Yeah, like you already have.” She rolled her eyes and lit her blunt.
Mula turned around and glared at me.
“Y'all can’t talk about that shit when y'all in private?” he asked, agitated.
“Yeah, we can, but why? It’s bothering you?” I chuckled.
Mula hated the way I expressed myself to Yummi. He only involved himself in my relationship because he wanted to fuck her before me. He thought I didn’t know the shit. I didn’t care how he felt, though…I wasn’t coming up off Yummi.
“Nah, it’s not bothering me, my nigga, but keep niggas out y'all personal business.”
“Whatever, nigga.” I brushed him off and pulled Yummi back onto my lap. Whatever good mood she was in was as dead as the nigga she had just killed, but I still kissed on her, and she smoked her blunt with me.
