Bedroom.
Bedroom.
Office.
Hyphen was nowhere to be found. My heart sank with each step I took toward the front door. I scratched my head as I took a seat at the dining table. I wasn’t sure where Trouble could be, but she wasn’t where she should’ve been.
Twenty minutes elapsedbefore I grew tired of waiting. Dooley wasn’t big enough for her to hide for long. A few blocks and she’d be riding in the passenger seat on the way to the spot I’d put together for us.
On my way out of the door, I removed her trash from the garbage can. I locked up and headed toward her trash can at the end of the driveway. When I slid into my whip, the heaviness of my heart anchored me to the cement below my tires.
I rubbed away the ache and started my engine. I switched gears and pulled off. My thoughts were still with Hyphen, forcing me to peer into the rearview. To my surprise a droptop Benz on twenty-fours now reserved the space I’d just occupied. Hyphen exited, face brimming with pride and hands full of bags.
I switched gears again. This time, putting my car in reverse. I mashed the gas, not stopping until I made contact with the grill of the Benz behind me. It wasn’t until then that I put the car in park and hopped out.
Swift on my feet, the door of the car I’d just totaled was open and I was pulling the driver out within six seconds.
“Fl–”
“Get in the fucking house before I fuck you up out here, Hyph.”
“What are you doing?”
“What I told you I’d always do,” I reminded her.
“What is wrong with you?”
I blacked as my knuckles crashed into the face of a nigga unfit for my bitch. I was seeing red.
On his nose.
WHAM.
In his mouth.
WHAM.
On my hands.
WHAM.
I keep ramming my fist into his face. I could feel each bone as it cracked against my skin.
WHAM.
“Unless you’re ready to die ‘bout it, stay ‘way from ‘round here,” I grunted, not letting up.
“Flocco!”
“That’s enough, man.”
“You’re going to kill him!” Hyphen warned.
It was her voice that snapped me from the trance.
“Go to jail if you want to, Flocco. I’m not answering no calls. I’m no–”
I released the unsuspecting victim. As he dangled from his car, I leaned over him, lifting the center console. I removed every dollar running loose in that motherfucker. I pulled the glove compartment down and did the same. Before taking off in the opposite direction, I remove his Rolex, chains, and bracelets.
