“You lookin’ at doin’ ten fuckin’ years and you worried ‘bout me pissin’ you off?”
Adore waved me off and sat back down on the sofa. Our questions were now answered, whether we hear Rico say anything on the cameras or not.
“Did Sosa have any family named Rico?” I asked.
“No! I’ve never heard him speak of anyone named Rico. I’ve never met anyone named Rico while I was with him.”
I left the conversation at that. Since she got out of the hospital, I had been by her side, trying to make sure this shit didn’t get the best of her. She was ordered to start seeking mental health and addiction counseling, but she had yet to do it. Adore was hardheaded. All I wanted for the moment was for us to spend as much time together and get this shit solved so maybe she wouldn’t have to spend any time in jail.
Reese sent me a text letting me know we needed to link up soon, and it couldn’t be talked about over the phone. I didn’t want to leave Adore alone in the house. Lately, this was probably the most rest I had received since all of this shit had happened. It wasn’t that I thought Adore would intentionally self-harm; her shit would more than likely be by accident. Still, I wasn’t ready to leave her just yet. Love and I made sure there was no alcohol in the house. I even paid the maid to clean all the cabinets out just to make sure. Adore was putting some clothes in the dryer when I approached her.
“You good?” I asked.
“Whodie, yes, I’m good.” She laughed.
“I need to run off, but I promise I’ll be right back.”
“Why do y’all treat me like a fragile piece of glass? I’m fine. It was just a trigger,” she said.
“And it’s easy to have a trigger while I’m gone, which is why I’m askin’ are you good.”
“Please go do whatever it is you need to do. I’m tired of looking at your face every day anyway.”
“No, you’re not,” I slapped her little booty. “I’ll be back. Call me if you need me,” I told her as I kissed her.
The Feds had our house under surveillance, so I always had to be careful whenever I left the house. I’m sure they were waiting on me to fuck up so they could have a reason to lock Adore back up. I made sure I had no weed on me, and the gun that I did have wasn’t on me, but tucked away so good in all of my cars that the dog wouldn’t be able to find it. I was never going to ride around empty, but to keep Adore out of jail, I risked not having it on me until I got to where I was going.
When I pulled up on Reese, he was waiting in his car. I got out and went to my trunk to get my gun before opening the passenger side to get in his car. Like usual, when we link up, we have blunts ready to go. Whatever he had to tell me must have been heavy.
“What you got goin’ on?” I asked as I sparked the blunt.
“How is Adore? I kno’ the shit took a toll on you, and the streets been missin’ y’all.”
“Shit, she’s good. You kno’ my baby bounces back from anything.”
“She’s a soldier for sure. How is her case and shit goin’?”
“Nigga, did I drive over here to be questioned? You could’ve asked me this shit on the phone.”
“Nah, I’m just checkin’ on sis. Muthafuckas be askin’ me how y’all holdin’ up.”
“And you ain’t gotta tell these niggas shit ‘bout us. If they wanna kno’, they can come to me directly.”
I looked at the nigga really hard to see what type of shit he was on. Reese never asked questions. Not like this anyway. He was always theit is what it isfriend. Down to do whatever.
“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he asked.
“‘Cause nigga, is you cool?”
“Nigga, I’m gucci. What I called you here for was ‘bout this little situation ‘bout the rat in the group.”
I sat up because the nigga should’ve said this shit first instead of making me on edge with the questions.
“Okay. And?”
“I was at the pool house gamblin’ and heard one of the niggas out Adore’s crew mention something ‘bout a nigga named Rico.”
I hadn’t mentioned Rico to Reese. For him to know that meant the information he was giving had some truth to it.
