"I'm not lying! I swear, Sosa, I don't know nothing!"
I stared into her eyes, looking for the truth. Maybe she really didn't know. Maybe she did. But at this point, it didn't matter anymore. BooMan was gone. And somebody had to pay. I pulled out my Glock and pressed it against her temple.
"Sosa, please…." she whispered, tears immediately streaming down her face.
"Please don't do this—"Boc,Her body went limp and I let her drop to the ground.
I stood there for a moment, staring down at her, feeling nothing but emptiness. I got back in my car and drove off.
This bitch ass nigga Zach wanted a war, and I was gon give it to him. I was tired of being humble, BooMan was gone. And this was just the beginning of the fucking massacre that was about to come.
* * *
BooMan was dead.
Tiona was dead.
And Zach was still breathing.
That was the part that had my blood boiling the most. His bitch ass was still somewhere posted up, probably smiling, thinking he had one up on me because he took one of mine. He had no idea what he had just started.
I drove for a while with no music on, just the sound of my engine and my own breathing filling up the car. My mind was all over the place. BooMan’s blood. Yah-Yah’s face when I put her out. Tiona begging for me to spare her life.
And the shit with Sheree, was another problem I ain’t have the patience to deal with tonight. Whatever Yah-Yah saw in my phone, whatever Sheree texted, whatever disrespect had got thrown around, I couldn’t even process that shit right now.
My brother had died in my arms. I had blood on my clothes, blood on my hands, and blood on my soul, and all Yah-Yah wanted to scream about was a bitch sucking my dick.
I loved Yah-Yah. I did. I loved her more than I was comfortable admitting sometimes. But tonight she had picked the wrong fucking time to press me.
I hit the corner hard, pulling onto a darker block near one of my stash spots. I needed another gun. More clips. More everything. If I was about to go at Zach, I wasn’t going half-prepared. I was about to turn the whole city upside down until somebody brought me his head.
I parked behind the building, cut the lights, and sat there for a second.
That’s when I heard it.
A thump, it was real low, but I heard and it cause me to freeze.
At first, I thought it came from outside the car, so I sat still, listening. The alley was quiet except for the distant sound of traffic and a dog barking somewhere down the block.
Then I heard it again.
Thump.
This time, I knew exactly where it came from, it was coming from my trunk.
My eyes narrowed.
I slowly reached for my Glock on the passenger seat and wrapped my hand around it. My first thought was that somebody had planted something on me. A body. A tracker. A setup. In the life I lived, paranoia wasn’t a weakness. Paranoia kept you alive.
I got out the car slow, keeping my gun low at my side as I walked around to the back. The night air was cold against my face, but I barely felt it. My whole body was alert now. Every nerve in me was awake.
Another muffled sound came from the trunk.
Somebody was in there.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
I looked around the alley, making sure nobody was watching. Then I hit the trunk button.
