I made the walk down the trail to the lake house. It was always him and a driver, so I wasn’t expecting a house full of muthafuckas being here. The men we had should be enough to all make it out alive. As we approached the black truck, I felt the hood, which was cold. Let me know they hadn’t been anywhere for a while. Nigga was probably laying low after killing that kid. A kid from the same hood I grew up in.
We all separated to surround the house. I had no idea what the fuck we were about to walk into, but I was determined that me and my boys were going back home. Tone stood behind at the back entrance. Once I gave him the cue, he kicked the door in, and we rushed in. The driver was scared when the red dot hit his chest.
“Where he at?” I asked.
“Where is who?”
BOOM!
His body hit the floor. I wasn’t in the mood to talk if my questions couldn’t get answered. The rest of the crew was now roaming the house and came back clear.
“Any black bag you see, grab that shit and let’s get the fuck outta here.”
Since he wanted to kick in my trap and still my shit, I was taking everything from this nigga. He was a fucking coward and scared to face us. He’d rather have everyone on his team take the hit than him. After clearing out all the bags, we headed back tothe cars, and something told me we were being watched. When I made it back to the car, an ambush of bullets started flying. I snatched Tone down, but he was already hit.
“Fuck man!” I got behind the car and waited.
My heart was thumping so loud that I could hear it in my ears. A few feet away, Adore and Reese were ready to shoot. Tone was done, and all I could do was look over at him, staring back at me. I sat there, breathing, trying to gain my composure so I could listen. Time wasn’t something that was on our side, being that I needed Adore to make it out alive. Looking at Tone laying there with his eyes open broke my heart. Before I could make any moves, I needed to snatch him out of the way so his body wouldn’t take anymore bullets.
The rest of the 239 Boyz were already shooting back as I moved his body. Reese stepped out and got a clear shot of one on the roof. The gunfire was slowing down, meaning their side had more bodies dropping. It still didn’t make me feel better. I came for Mazi and I wasn’t leaving until I knew his pussy ass was dead.
“Everybody get in the car and go. Reese, help me get Tone in the car so I can get him back to his family. And Adore, if anything fuckin’ move, shoot it.”
Tone wasn’t a light nigga. He was well over six feet and weighed around two-fifty. Now that he was all dead weight, he was really heavy. Leaving his ass here wasn’t an option. We dragged his ass to his empty car and threw him in the backseat. Our backs were turned, but the shot that came from Adore’s gun made me slam Tone’s foot in the door.
“He came from behind the tree,” Adore said.
“Stay right here!” I told Adore. “Reese, watch my back. I can bet this nigga is Mazi. He’s the last one standin’.”
Slowly, I walked up to him, where he was struggling to breathe. Adore had hit him in the neck. Adore was aware that most of us niggas wore a vest, so hitting a nigga in the chestwasn’t going to kill him. It’s either a head shot or neck shot. I kneeled and pulled the mask off his face. It was him.
“I came in yo shit bare face, nigga. Every time you stepped in my hood, you had to hide. I want you to look me in my eyes as I pull this trigga,” I told him as I put the gun to his head.
One squeeze and his head exploded. I got up and walked back to the car with peace. Finally feeling like we can get back to enjoying our lives. But first, we had to get Tone back to his family and deal with the heartbreak of his family.
“He’s gone!” I let everyone know.
Adore’s shoulders relaxed for the first time since this nigga stepped on the scene.
“I’mma drive Tone’s car back. Reese, make sure Adore gets back to my condo safely.”
“No, I’m going with you.”
“Adore,” I warned.
“Whodie,” she warned right back.
“We all gonna go and show some respect. Might as well let her ride witchu,” Reese said.
Four cars deep pulled up to Tone’s mama’s house. I just sat there for a minute, lost in my thoughts. Tone was my nigga. His mama fed me when I was hungry. Shit wasn’t supposed to happen like this. How was I supposed to look this woman in her eyes and tell her that her son didn’t make it? She knew the lifestyle we lived, but that didn’t mean this shit was supposed to happen like this.
“How I’m ‘posed to do this shit?” I said lowly.
“I’m here,” Adore said softly. “I know this shit is hard.”
I looked in the rearview mirror at Tone’s dead body. Typically, you take the body to the hospital. Where we come from and what we done, we had to lie. Damn sure didn’t want to take the cops back to the scene of the Airbnb. I reached for the door and opened it. It was late as fuck, and I knew his mama wasasleep. My boys and I grabbed Tone and walked up to the porch to ring the doorbell. When she opened the door with the pink rollers and netted bonnet on her head.
“No! Noooo! Whodie, please! Not my baby!” she cried.
