“Your childhood home is burnin’.”
Adore looked over at me with the dirt still on her face. It didn’t take long for the tears to fall from her face. She opened the middle console and pulled out her phone to see all the missed calls from Hollow. When we pulled up, Hollow was already onthe scene, and the fire department was still fighting to put the fire out. Adore literally never exited the truck.
“Who…who would do this to me?” she cried. “I had so much of my childhood in that house. I had money buried in that house.”
I let her get it out. If Adore was crying, she was hurt. I wiped her tears and pulled her over to me. My heart was racing, and I felt helpless. All I wanted was for whoever was responsible to be dead.
“This is personal,” I told Hollow. “Y’all can sit the fuck out here and not do shit, but I’m ‘bouta get in these streets and make muthafuckas bleed until they start talkin’. I’m sicka’ moving how the fuck you think I’m ‘posed to move. My girl is hurtin’. It’s my job to make this shit right.” I paced the floor of his office.
I had just gotten Adore cleaned up and in the bed. I didn’t want to leave without talking to him first, so I could get as much detail as I could.
“Cool! If you think killin’ everyone that looks at you wrong, go ‘head. It’s reckless.”
“Hollow, respectfully, you an old nigga now. If I wanna handle shit recklessly, let me. Yo’ way is bullshit! I’ll holla at you if I find somethin’ out,” I told him before heading out the door.
A nigga was starting to age from the lack of sleep. Shit had my body sore as fuck. All I had time to do was go home, take a shower, and change clothes before I hit the streets. Before I hit any spots and posted up, I stopped by one of my spots and grabbed some guns. There was a point to be made. My first spot was the strip club; it was popping. I headed to my normal spot and linked up with Reese, who was already on one and had somuch money on the floor. It didn’t take me long to join him as I bopped my head to the music and blew my gas.
Zhane made it her business to be seen. Through my dark black shades, I watched as she twerked her ass on a nigga that was spending money on her. With that nice ass house she had, I bet her nigga didn’t know she was in here with her pussy on another nigga. I was glad she hadn’t spotted me yet. What I wanted was for her to enjoy herself so she could talk. The bitch was careless, so I sent the bottle girl to send her a drink that I had her slip something in. That hoe wasn’t making it home tonight.
“Her come this hoe.” Reese nudged me as Zhane dragged her ass to where we were.
It had been an hour since she had the drink. She was falling right into the trap. I blew smoke out as I watched her flop on Reese’s lap. He pushed her off and let her slide in between us. I slid right the fuck from by her. Muthafuckas already had a problem with sending videos to Adore, and this wasn’t that. I pulled my phone out and sent a text. Once everything was set up, I got up to leave.
“Whodie,” she slurred.
I ignored her and kept walking. When I got out of the club, I let the air hit me as I walked to my car. All I had was two blunts and no alcohol. That was intentional because my tolerance for weed was high. Right now, I was sober as fuck. I headed to my destination and waited for them to drop my package off. They could say what they wanted; all this shit didn’t start popping off until this bitch showed her ass back up. This husband she popped her ass back up with was clean as a pair of white draws straight out of the pack.
At a little after five in the morning, Zhane was dropped off. The high from the pills I had given her was wearing off. I wanted her high, but not high to the point that her ass wasn’t able to talk.
“I knew you wanted me.” She slurred and waved her finger towards me.
She was allowed to think whatever the fuck she wanted. I let her get close enough to me so I could cuff her hands.
“Oouuu shit! You know I like that kinky shit.”
She was cuffed and placed in a chair in the middle of a new trap house I was fixing up. I hoped this bitch had pissed already because she was in for a long night. I dragged another barely stable wooden chair in front of her and took a seat.
“Who is Ricardo?” I asked.
“Huh? Ricardo? I don’t know who the fuck that is,” she said.
I was glad she said it, because I got up and grabbed her purse that she had with her in the club, retrieving her phone from it.
“Oh my bad…you call him Rico. Who is Rico?” I asked her again.
Like any other time she waltzed her ass in the hood, she didn’t have her wedding ring on. She had that bitch tucked inside her small ass purse. The bitch was nice, like some shit I would buy Adore.
“Ohhhh Rico…Rico is my husband.”
“Now we’re I’ somewhere. Where is he from?”
“Whodie,” she started, but vomit spewed from her mouth, causing me to jump out of the way.
That was one of the side effects of the new pill that hit the streets.
“Where is he from, Zhane?”
“I don’t know. He said from around this area somewhere.”
