“Fuck that supposed to mean?” Whodie asked.
“I ain’t the one you should worry about. Don’t you got a Fed case? Ain’t your spots getting hit?”
“Ohhh, so you’re saying you know something?” Adore said.
Before I could respond, Whodie yanked me by my shirt into the house and threw me on the floor. For a brief minute, I admired the foyer before I looked up at all three of them. Whodie kneeled and gripped my jaw so tight that I could taste blood.
“What the fuck you kno’?” He asked.
I violently shook my head.
“Let that hoe’s jaw go so she can speak. Bitch pullin’ up at my shit,” the other dude said.
Whodie released my jaws and stood up.
“What do you know?” Adore asked.
“Nothing! The streets just be talking, that’s all. I don’t know anything besides what I said,” I told them.
“Talkin’ like what? I need a name,” Adore said.
“I don’t have a name. Just a bunch of niggas at the club saying y’all being watched.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Adore asked.
“It’s the truth,” I snapped. “You’re not the only one moving shit in this city. People talk,” I said, rolling my eyes at her.
“How you found out where I stay?” The dude asked.
I looked from him to Adore and then Whodie. When I didn’t answer quickly, he pulled a gun from under the table and put it to my head.
“A tracker on Whodie’s truck!” I yelled.
“Stop yellin’ in my house before you wake my son and wife up. Get the fuck up and take me to the tracker.”
He yanked me up, but didn’t remove the gun from being pointed at me.
“Go!” he waved for me to walk out the door and show him.
I pulled my phone out and followed the tracker to one of the garages that was down.
“Can’t believe this hoe put a tracker on my muthafuckin’ truck,” Whodie said as the garage door came up.
I slowly walked to the back of the truck and knelt toward the back bumper to retrieve the tracker. Before I could drop it in Whodie’s hand, Adore slapped me dead in the face. If this little bitch wasn’t surrounded by these men and had this gun in my face, I would’ve shown her ass what a girl from my neck of the woods could do to her. Whodie stepped to me, not leaving much room for me to move.
“I want you to leave from ‘round this muthafucka. If I ever see yo’ face again, I’ll make sure you go on a fuckin’ missin’ person report.”
I didn’t hesitate. As soon as he stepped back, I hauled ass down the long ass driveway to my truck parked on the other side of the street. Whodie would make good on his word. Hell, he was known for that, but to threaten me felt personal. The second I got in the car, my friend turned towards me.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said, fixing my hair and checking my face.
“Girl, your face is red as hell. What they do?”
I rolled my eyes and started my truck.
“Nothing! They just mad as fuck and that’s it,” I lied.
