“Put him on the phone,” I said, placing the phone on speaker.
This would be the first time I would speak to this mystery person. It was time to nip this shit in the bud. I was tired of hiding and running. If he wanted what belonged to me, he needed to say that shit to my face.
“Well, well, well. If it ain’t the woman behind the magic,” his deep voice said.
“You can keep the pleasantries. What do you want?”
“I know that Sosa taught you not to talk over the phone.” My hands started shaking when he mentioned Sosa’s name. “Aww, I knew that name would humble you. As you can see, I know you. I know how you run this shit ‘cause this is my shit. Sosa stole it from me, and now, I’m taking my shit back.”
“So, you worked with the Feds to take some shit from a woman,” I laughed.
“Adore, I could’ve snatched your shit months ago. I just have a habit of enjoying a bitch suffering.”
“Instead of talking over the phone, let’s talk like grown ups.”
“You want to meet face to face? That’s laughable.”
“You scared?”
“Of who? Not that nigga you with. He runs off emotions for you. Didn’t he lose a homeboy with that Mazi shit? That was because of you. And why is his other homeboy missing? Is that because of you too? Oh, you are talking about your brother…not worried about him either. He’s beefing with your nigga. See, your crew is off balance, so yeah, I’ll meet your little ass. Just know that I’m not leaving empty-handed. You can hand my shit over, or I’ll step over your body and snatch it from you.”
“Fuck nigga, I’ll kill you before the thought crosses your mind to pull the trigger on my wife,” Whodie snapped.
“I don’t talk to niggas beneath me,” Rico told him.
I reached over and touched Whodie’s arm before he could say another word.
“Are we meeting or not?”
“Yeah, I’ll have this same store owner call you back with a day and location,” he said before hanging up in my face.
Whodie banged his hand on the door until the window cracked.
“I’mma kill that muthafucka!” He snapped.
“Whodie–”
“Nah,” he cut me off. “I’m not ‘bouta to sit here and let that nigga talk crazy.”
“This is what he wants. He already said you were too emotional. I need you to calm down. Let’s just go home and get our thoughts together.”
“I am emotional, but that don’t mean I’m not thinkin’.”
We pulled into the condo garage and neither of us got out. All we had was the idling engine echoing off the beams in the garage.
“He said Sosa stole from him. Why would Sosa never tell me that?”
“‘Cause some shit you just don’t need to kno’. That’s how this shit goes.”
“You don’t think I deserve to know?” I asked, turning towards him.
“I think Sosa thought you would let the dope game go. I’m sure that nigga wasn’t expectin’ you to carry this shit like you doin’.”
“So now what?” I asked.
Whodie killed the engine and headed upstairs. The second we walked in the condo, Whodie grabbed his phone and started moving.
“Who are you calling?” I asked.
