Keith nodded and let a lil’ space between him and them niggas then sped up, ramming that nigga and sending him flying down the street, swerving trying to control his car. He slowed down, watching the scene unfold, and that nigga hit a tree.
“DAMN!” Keith yelled out.
Smoke was filling the area around the car and the street as fast as we got closer.
Once we pulled up on the car, we couldn’t see shit, but that wasn’t enough for me. I started shootin that bitch up, and without even speaking on it, my niggas started bussing their ARP’s or Glocks right along with me, and we shot that bitch up until it was up in flames.
I stood there watching it for a minute, feeling that all the bullshit with him was finally done.
“Come on, let’s ride out,” I said, walking back to the truck feelin’ like my job was complete.
Keith pulled off with Ricky following him, and we went back to the barbershop.
I lit my blunt and looked as we passed by the burning car slowly.
A slight smile crept up on my face. I felt like my plate was getting lighter.
That nigga was done and would never be a problem for my girl again.
When we got back to the barbershop. Sammy was standing at the door smoking, lookin’ like he was waiting for his kids to come home when we hopped out.
“You handle business?” He yelled out.
I walked up to the door and dapped him up. “It’s handled.”
“That’s the shit I like to hear,” He responded.
I turned to my niggas and paid them for their time and watched them go on their way, leaving me, Keith, and Sammy standing there.
“You feel better?” Keith asked.
I turned my face up at him. “Nigga what the fuck you think? That nigga is gone, my girl is safe, that’s all the fuck that matters right now.”
Keith and Sammy understood where I was coming from.
“Now you can focus on your family and ya wedding,” Sammy added.
“And work, that nigga took my focus away a lil’ bit, after this…” I paused and looked at my phone, getting another call from Islah. I ignored it before I continued. “I can turn my attention to where it’s needed. Lemme get outta here and get to my girl.”
I handed the ARP to Sammy, taking the net bag off the back before I walked off.
On the way to the crib, I rolled the windows down, feelin’ the nighttime ATL air on me. I was feelin’ like the nigga of the city. I had that shit in the palm of my hands, all types of connections, and niggas around the city to get shit taken care of.
And I did.
When I pulled up in the driveway, Islah was standing at the front door, looking out with her phone in her hand, calling me again. She came out the door before I could fully park.
She stood on the sidewalk waiting for me to cut the car off and my lights off. As I hopped out, her eyes were locked on me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I walked up to her and handed her the net bag with the bullet shell in it, and gave her a deep kiss.
“He’s done.”
“Are you sure?” Islah questioned as I walked past her, making me stop in my tracks and face her.
“It’s done, baby… He’s done.”
