“Where he at now?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
I cocked my gun, “Stop tellin’ me you don’t kno’.”
“I swear. He don’t pull up himself. He sends folks.”
Coward ass nigga asking questions but scared to show his fucking face.
“Reese, pick this pussy nigga up,” I said, pointing to the one I hit in the mouth. “Have you ever seen him?”
He shook his head slowly.
“I’ve only heard stories,” he said through his leaking mouth.
“Stories.” I laughed.
“Stories about how he don’t miss.”
“It’s only one nigga I kno’ that don’t miss and his name not Mazi.” I looked at both of them before looking at Reese and Tone. “Burn this bitch down.”
“What?” One of them yelled.
“You heard me correctly. Y’all boys enjoy yo’ visit to hell.”
Back in the car, I was fighting back the tears from my leg. While in the house, I was working off straight adrenaline. Now that the house was burning and we were pulling away, my shit was hurting.
“Here.” Tone held out his hand with two Percs.
Adore worked so hard for me to get those muthafuckas out of my system. The only way for me to get rid of the pain I was in was to take them. I snatched them up and swallowed them down with the water I’d brought. When I made it back to the condo, Adore was waiting for me. My pain had subsided, but I was tired as fuck and barely able to get through the door.
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been blowing you up,” Adore said.
“My phone is on the side of the bed.”
“No fucking shit. Where have you been?” She asked again, crossing her arms.
“Handlin’ business.”
“Whodie, do you even give a damn about your leg? You can’t move like you need to in case of an emergency. Can you just please heal before you go out trying to handle fucking business?”
“Fuck do you care for?”
“You’re right,” she threw her hands up. “I’m only here for one thing.”
She threw my arm around her neck and helped me to the bed.
“I’ll have you some breakfast ready in a minute. After that, I’ll be gone.”
My eyes were closed before she even shut the door. We both knew I needed her here, but right now, I was high, and sleep was needed. By the time I woke up, I had a cold breakfast sitting on the side of me and my orange juice was warm. I reached over to grab my phone and noticed it was almost four in the afternoon. I dialed Hollow’s number.
“How you feelin’?” He asked.
“I’ve been better. Let me ask you this. Can a nigga take a shower, bruh? I can’t be sittin’ ‘round this bitch stankin’.”
We both shared a laugh.
“You don’t want to fully emerge that wound in water just yet. Have Adore give you a good sponge bath.”
