I was goingthrough it mentally, trying to come up with Mula’s bread. I wanted to give up badly, just put a bullet in my head. The devil on my shoulder had been coaching me to rob and kill niggas until I got to a million. I had money, I just didn’t wantto be broke after I paid him. Mula wasn’t the only nigga I owed money. He was the only one bold enough to step to me.
“That’s right, nigga. ‘Bout time you did what you were supposed to!”I heard Coast say, and then he laughed demonically in my ear.
“Shut the fuck up, nigga!” I gritted through clenched teeth as I tried to count over a million in cash by hand, but I kept losing my count. The nigga was in my ear every second of the day, especially since Mula took Yummi away from me. Coast was preying on my downfall, and he wasn’t even alive.
“You don’t got My Heart no more, my right-hand man disowned you, and you ain’t did what I told you to do. You might as well kill yourself before Mula does.”
“Fuck, Mula,” I mumbled angrily.
I was frustrated, so I found my money counter to let it do it for me. I was halfway through the stacks of money I had when my phone vibrated on the table.
Tory: I’m outside.
Me: ‘Bout to come out.
I grabbed the ten grand I had for him because he told me he had info on who robbed me, and he was only telling me if I paid him. The way niggas were in my pocket, and bouncing back was further and further away.
When I stepped outside my house, Tory got out of the car with his pistol to his side. He was a shooter, so he stayed with his piece in his hand.
“What’s up, my nigga? Tell me that info you got for me,” I told him, anxiously because my high was coming down.
“I will, as long as you got that money for me.” He glared at me.
“Yeah, I got it. Is your info official?”
“My info is official, but I need my money before I show this video.”
I chuckled. “You don’t trust me no mo’ either?”
“Nah, I don’t, and I’m only here because my nigga Mula ain’t want the info. He said to let you handle your hoe.”
Hearing him say that it was a female had me curious. Moving past him saying that he didn’t fuck with me anymore, I handed him the money, and he showed me the video. I was going to handle his young ass in the streets at a later date. I focused on the video and saw Sparkle in a room full of girls.
“I been knew that nigga was going to start moving wacky with me, so I gave his spot up to some Southwave opps, and I got my cut from it. Hurricane is a bitch and needs to be worried about Mula and not me. The blind can see that they don’t like each other over that bitch, Yummi.”
Sparkle was on video in a drunken slur. My nostrils flared as I watched it again.
“This bitch been under me, and she an opp. I’m about to murk this bitch, so I’ma need you to ride with me to this bitch house.”
“Can’t do that, my nigga. I don’t work for you; I fucks with Mula,” he stated boldly.
“Word?” I turned up my nose.
“Word, and he said you got five days left.” I watched him put his finger near the trigger.
I chuckled. “Tell that nigga I don’t need five days. He should know that because I was the one who taught him how to get fast money. He always gives Coast all the credit, but I was the one to mold him. That nigga was a runner, going to The Shadows on a fuckin’ jet ski with a bitch as his partner. He was in your position before I took him under my wings. After I handle this bitch, you can come get his money and take it to him.”
“I don’t care ‘bout none of that but hit my line. I’ll take him the money.” He hopped in his Hell Cat and drove off full speed.
It was eleven at night, and all I wanted to do was put my Balenciagas on Sparkle’s throat. The bitch was at work, so I was going to wait until she was in her comfort zone. I went back inside to finish counting Mula’s money.
I sat back at the glass table, snorted the line of crushed Percocet I had waiting for me, and then killed half a bottle of Jack Daniels. The effects hit me quick, and my nemesis was back in my head.
“You’ve lost everything, so kill yourself. Pick that Glock up and do everybody a favor. That way, you can come see me. Don’t you miss your bro?”Coast taunted.
“No,” I mumbled as I tried to toss money into my counter, but my ears started ringing. It sounded like a freight train going through my brain. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.
Coast laughed, causing me to open my eyes. I saw his reflection in the flesh, in the mirror on the wall in front of me. He was still laughing while dressed in the white Versace suit that we sent him off in, while smoking a cigar.
