“My office,” was all I said to him.
Keith gave the donuts to one of our workers and followed behind me. I unlocked my office door, swung it open, and walked in, turning on my different lights that set the relaxing vibe I liked to work in while Keith closed the door behind him and stared at me.
“That nigga wasn’t there.”
“What the fuck you mean?” he asked.
“Nigga, you heard me,” I said as I sat down at my desk. “That nigga wasn’t there, but you want to know what was?”
I took the picture out of my pocket and handed it to Keith.
He unfolded it and cuffed his mouth with his hand.
“That nigga real deal crazy, what the fuck.” Keith shook his head, still looking at the picture.
“He knew I was comin’ for him. He wanted to be there and left that on the bed.”
“What you want to do?” Keith asked quickly.
I paused for a second.
“I want—need that nigga dead. I don’t want that nigga to be a problem for Islah.”
Keith nodded. “I feel you on that, so what’s the move, nigga?”
“Send out a kite, let the whole hood know who I’m looking for. It shouldn’t be hard to find him.”
“And what if he left the city and went back to Cali?”
I exhaled hard, not even wanting to think about that option.
“See who the niggas know out there. Either way it goes, I don’t care what city or state that nigga is in. I want him watched and not touched. My bullets will be the only ones that touch him.”
Keith’s eyes got big. “That nigga fucked with the right nigga.”
Before I could respond to him, the door to the store flew open, and we instantly heard yelling.
“Where the fuck is he at! Love! Love!”
I closed my eyes and exhaled hard, and by the time I opened them, she was walking into my office.
“Why the fuck are you tryna put our son against me?” my baby mama yelled out. “You hate me that fuckin’ much, you will do some low-down shit like that! What type of nigga are you?”
Keith looked at both of us and walked out.
“Jada—”
“Jada, my ass!” she said, cutting me off. “You know if you take him, you will take money from me…”
“Good,” I said before she could finish her sentence. “You are not my problem anymore. The only person I need to worry about is Amir.”
“What about me?” Jada shot back.
I twisted my face up at her. “Bitch, fuck you, respectfully. That shit right there is the main reason why I’ma get Amir. You think you bigger than the program, and you know I’m the nigga to show you that you not.”
Jada took a step back, looking at me but not saying anything.
“Now you need to go ahead, get out of here, maybe look for a job, because I am not your cash cow anymore. I got other shit to worry about.”
