Page 94 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

But even when I tried to focus on that otha shit, my mind kept drifting back to Nylah like she lived there rent-free. The way she used to look at me, like I wasn’t the nigga everybody said I was. The way she used to check me and was neva scared to, like most people. I wasn’t used to that, but with her, I didn’t mind it.

And that shit had me fucked up.

I leaned back on my couch, staring at the ceiling, running my hand ova my face, mad at myself for what I did.

As I sat there sulking in my thoughts, my phone rang on the table, snapping me outta my thoughts. I grabbed it quick, thinking—hoping it was Nylah, but it was Dre.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I got somethin’,” he said, getting straight to the point.

I sat up. “Where?”

He gave me the location, voice low. That nigga already knew what was bout to happen.

“Bet, you sliding?” I asked.

“You know it.”

“Iight,” I said, getting up off my couch. “I’ll slide through in a few.

I hung up, got dressed, grabbed my keys and my Glock, and walked outta my place. My focus instantly shifted from Nylah and was all on Blaze.

That nigga moved like he disappeared off the face of the earth, all because he wanted to move dirty and knew making it easy to catch him was just signing his death certificate early.

When I pulled up to the trap, Dre was sitting on the steps and walked down to the whip before I could throw it in park.

“You ready for this?” Dre asked as he got in my whip.

I dapped him up. “You already know. Blaze knew what the fuck was gonna happen when he chose to move dirty.”

We pulled away from the trap and headed to the address that Dre sent me. Once we got there, I pulled off to the side, not too close to the house but close enough to see who was coming and going.

Wasn’t shit special about the crib, just a regular ass house not far from the hood. A couple of cars were parked in front of the house, nothing moving fast. Nothing stood out.

I leaned back in my seat, eyes on the front door. Dre didn’t say shit, just watched with me.

“How long they been stayin’ here?” I asked.

“My nigga told me since he popped up on ol’ girl. He said Blaze been bragging bout the shit, him and shorty that he used to set you up.”

“She in there too?”

“I think. Blaze knew your ass was comin’, boy. He got the fuck out the way!” Dre said, laughing.

I nodded. “Yeah, and he gonna see how well that works for them.”

We sat there for a few more minutes, just watching. A few cars drove by. A lady ran by with her dog. Nothing more than that, and I was getting bored.

“Iight,” I said, reaching for my Glock. “Let's go.”

We hopped outta the car and walked up on the sidewalk like we belonged there, not rushing, not being extra.

By the time we got to the door, I didn’t even hesitate. I pushed it open and stepped in. As soon as we stepped foot inside, we saw nobody was in the living room but heard talking coming from up the hall.

It sounded like them two clown ass niggas, maybe a third, and two bitches.

I knocked on the door, then we stood there. We heard feet coming toward the door.