Page 78 of Another Night With Me

“I thought mama sold that house? Ain’t that what Solana said?” Nakeem asked.

“That Riker niggas phone is pinging from there. I know y’all looking for the nigga.” A’milli said.

“Preciate you, ima hit you back.” Titon said ending the call.

“To Sonni’s old crib?” Ya’ asked looking at me.

“Yup,” I responded.

Clearly my mama had been lying about a bunch of shit and at I knew the only way we’d get to the bottom of her actions was to confront her head on. Our mama claimed she’s sold Sonni’s crib and put the money up for his kids. I never had a real reason to doubt her words. Aside from her being money hungry. I really didn’t think twice about her betraying us not because I thought she loved us but because we were her main source of money. I figured that bought us some sort of loyalty from her. But I guess that wasn’t enough to keep her satisfied. She wanted everyone we had like she was the one who put in the work to get it.

“No matter what all four of us are coming outta here alive,” Ya’ said stealing glances in all of our directions.

“Facts,” Titon agreed.

“We not losing no more brothers,” Nakeem said.

“As long as we got each other’s back we good.” I said meaning every word I said.

After that we rode in silence, preparing for whatever Pricilla had planned for us. This was déjà vu. This car ride made me think back to the night we confronted Sonni. Expect the emotions were different. The pain and nervousness wasn’t here. I eas more so ready to get this shit over with. I was ready to be done with looking over my shoulder. A nigga was ready to go legit after dealing with this. The shit mutha fuckas were willing to do was beyond me. I didn’t give a fuck about this shit enough to be dealing with it for the rest of my life. I wanted to peace and to be able to raise Zuriyah in a healthy environment. For the first time in my life I wanted to be able to give my all to my relationship. Yanna deserved to be loved to the fullest. I couldn't half step with her. I wanted to give her my undivided attention and that couldn’t happen until I handled Pricilla.

When we finally pulled up to Sonni’s house, none of us hesitated to get out of the car. With our guns in hand we braced ourselves for the worst.

“We walking through the front door?” Titon asked.

“Ain’t no sense in sneaking.” I shrugged leading the way to the door.

I twisted the nob to see if it was open and it was. Silently I opened the door, peek my head in cautiously I looked around making sure no one was waiting on the other side of the door. The house looked empty from what I could tell, looking back I nodded for my brothers to follow me in. One by one we filed through the door, going room from room making sure they were empty. The entire house looked like nobody had been in here in months. There wasn't any future, food nothing that indicated anybody had been here. The dust that covered all the surfaces had me thinking A’Milli might have been wrong.

“You think A’Milli know what he talking about?” Ya’ asked Titon what I had been thinking.

“He only speak on what he knows for sure.” Titon confidently replied. I trusted my brother, so if he trusted A’Milli’s word,I did too.

“We still got the upstairs too,” Nakeem nudge his head in the direction of the staircase.

I went first then my brothers fell in sync behind me. We filed up the stairs, light on our feet. The up stairs was different, good wrappers littered the ground. There were holes in the wall, clothes thrown all over the place and it had an odor to it. It was clear somebody had been living up here.

We checked the first bedroom, it was fully furnished, but a mess like the hallway. The broken tv dangled by a cord from the mount on the wall. Moving on from that room we check the next it was the same predicament as the last. The room at the end of the hallway was calling my name so instead of checking the other rooms I lead us straight to the door that used to be Sonni’s office. I slowly twisted the knob, Ya’ had his gun extended pointing towards the door.

“Took you bitches long enough,” Our mama said as soon as the door opened. Dressed to impress in a red pantsuit outfit she sat behind a large oak wood desk. Like she thought she was a queen pin she had a Glock-19 resting to her left. she took a pull from her cigar then blew the smoke at us.

“Who the fuck you supposed to be Griselda Blanco?” Titon taunted our ma with a menacing smirk.

“I’ll be bigger than that bitch once I’m done with you mother fuckers,” Out mama bitterly spat.

“You that miserable you wanna kill yo’ sons over some money?” Nakeem asked stepping into the room, ice grilling our mama.

“Don’t bring yo’ yellow ass in here with all that high and mighty shit. You nigga act like y’all innocent. I know what the fuck y’all did.”

“The fuck you talking about Pricilla,” I asked.

Pricilla squinted her eyes at me, “Do you really think I don’t know you’re the ones who tried to kill my fucking son? I knew as soon as I got the news you evil bastards we’re behind that’s shit!” Pricilla yelled standing up form her seat, with her hands on the desk she leaned forward. “All four of were jealous as soon as Sonni was born you knew he was destined to run this shit but you tried to keep that shit away from him!”

“No goofy ass girl we wanted to keep him out the streets. He had a future in the NFL and he woulda been there now had he not torn his ACL,” Yaro answered with his teeth clenched tightly.

“Pssst, ha! Y’all still think he tore his ACL? Funny. Riddle me this when did you ever recall him being in the hospital? Hmmm. You stupid fuckers believe anything.”

“He never tore his ACL?” I asked feeling myself getting heated.