by Dior, London
Sasha kissed her teeth. “Because it’s irrelevant. Carter and Selena has been gone for years, and I don’t know that man. Plus, I never fucked with that girl like that. If she wasn’t my cousin, I wouldn’t even talk to her fake ass.”
“Damn, so she stay in Atlanta or some shit, or is she here?” I asked, trying not to sound too anxious. I heard her saying that she didn’t fuck with Carter’s bitch like that, but she was still her cousin. So I didn’t know if she was going to be on some funny shit. I needed the info on his bitch A.S.A.P, because I needed to be one step ahead.
“No, she stays right here in the city. She call herself hiding from Carter, but her dumb ass will be right back with him because she’s pregnant with that man’s baby. And Carter ain’t shit, just like Wise’s ass.”
I just nodded my head. She didn’t even know, the more that she opened her mouth, the more she was helping me plot my next move. Fuck snatching Milan up, I didn’t have real beef with Wise. It was that nigga Carter that I was gunning for. I was going to hit him where it hurts, starting with his bitch!
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Milan
I spent the night in Wise’s arms, and I never wanted to get up. His warm body pressed against mine was a feeling that I missed; the companionship with someone that you truly cared about. Jabari and I had long ago stopped the lovey dovey mushy stuff. We did what we did, then he would fall asleep on his side of the bed.
It was the ringing of my house phone that forced me to peel myself from his arms. I knew that if someone was calling, it must have been important.
“Where you going, babe?” Wise’s sleep drunk voice called out. His hand caught the strap of my thongs, and he gave it a tug, almost pulling me back onto the bed.
I chuckled, swatting his hand away. “Move boy. I know you hear the phone ringing.”
“Alright, hurry up back. I need you to take care of something for me.” His lips formed a smile, and his eyes were still closed. I began to shake my head. I wasn’t fooling with Wise like that this morning. We had to go get the kids from my mother and I had other plans for the day. If we started up, I already knew that we would be stuck in bed all day. We had so much pent-up feelings toward one another that it would take hours to release it.
Even though Jabari was an ass, I knew that I still had to stop by his mother’s house and bring the kids to be with his family. They were having a gathering for him and his mother swore up and down that I just had to be there with the kids. Jabari’s mother always loved me. She said that I was the woman that was going to get her son’s life together. However, Jabari’s ass was a grown man stuck in his ways. Now, I hated the fact that I had to play nice, knowing that I contributed to her son’s death.
When I got to the phone, the caller had hung up. They called from a private number, so I couldn’t return the call. A few seconds later, the phone rang again.
“Hello,” I answered, wondering who was calling me private. No one responded, so I said hello again. Still nothing. I hung up, placing the phone back on the cradle, attempting to make my way back to the bedroom with Wise. However, the loud thud and shattering of glass stopped me dead in my tracks. Someone had broken my front window, and that shit scared the hell out of me.
Wise came running out of the bedroom, he had his pistol in hand. He looked at me and signaled for me to go to the room and lock the door. I did as I was told, wishing that we could just disappear and go somewhere that no one knew us. I knew that this was the aftermath of the drama, and I just couldn’t wait for the smoke to clear.
Inside of the room, I grabbed my taser, and sat on the bed after closing the door. What if Jabari wasn’t dead? What if they had grabbed his brother instead of him? Just the thought caused a chill to run up my spine. Jabari and his little brother may as well have been twins, because they looked exactly alike.
I shook my head, trying to shake the thought. They had identified the body, so it had to be Jabari that was dead. The longer that I sat there, the more spooked I became.
I didn’t get to dwell on it too long. Wise came walking back into the room. He looked at me and shrugged. “I didn’t see nobody. It must have been a bad ass kids throwing rocks.” He held up a chipped piece of brown brick. “They used this.” He added.
I didn’t say anything. Something wasn’t right. What kid would be outside playing at nine o’clock in the morning, and why did someone call me private without saying anything, seconds before a brick came crashing into my window?
***
Wise
I saw the red Chevy Impala as it skidded off, and I had to wonder who the fuck it belonged to. I didn’t get a chance to see the person’s face. The windows were deeply tented. I was mad as hell that I couldn’t make it to the front in time.
I didn’t even want to get Milan all riled up again, that’s why I came up with the first excuse that I could think of. She had been through enough and didn’t need to be stressing. Lord knows I was getting so sick of this bullshit, it seemed like ma’fuckas was coming at us from every angle.
I thought that after we took out Jabari, we would be good for a little while. But, someone was still on our head. My first mind went straight to Keem. I was wondering if it was his punk ass. He did say that he was ready to make that move on me.
But, then again, with the way that things transpired, I didn’t think it could be him. He didn’t know Milan’s house phone number. Plus, I think that if he was pulling up, he’d be letting off shots instead of a brick. Whoever called that phone wanted her to be in that living room. They was trying to fuck with her head.
For some reason, Jabari crossed my mind again. Carter was the one who grabbed him up, and his face was all messed up, so I barely recognized his features. They could have grabbed his little brother. But then again, that wasn’t possible. Jabari didn’t fuck with his brother, and the little nigga wasn’t in the streets like that. He was a college boy.
I shook the thought just as quick as it came. That nigga Jabari was dead. I shot his ass myself, so I witnessed his death with my own two eyes. Plus, I had his phone as further proof.
Sasha’s lying ass could have been the one on some crazy shit. She was crying pregnant. Plus, I knew she hated Milan. After what I been going through, I wasn’t putting nothing past no one.
“Do you got everything you need?” I asked Milan as she stuffed a few pieces of clothes into her luggage, then closed it. I told her to pack her shit and we was about to get the fuck out of her house. Instead of calling somebody to fix the door yesterday, we should have been leaving to sleep somewhere else.
I had called my realtor and told her to get on looking for us a new crib as well. Now that I knew that Keem was on that bullshit, I didn’t trust laying my head at my house, nor hers. I only stayed at Milan’s crib because I thought it would be better than staying at mine, but I guess not.
“Yeah, I just have to get the kids some stuff.” She answered, causing me to shake my head.
Fuck that. We can go to the mall and I’ll replace all their shit. I’m just ready to go. I got somebody on the way to fix the window.”
A smile creased her lips, “So you can replace their stuff, but you didn’t offer me a shopping spree?” She chuckled playfully.
I stared at her for a second, taking in her body, and the dimple that formed from her smile. Her ass could have the world if that’s what she wanted. I had no doubt in my mind that she was my soul mate. I didn’t even answer her. I just grabbed her bag and headed for the door. I took my pistol off my waist and studied my surroundings as I made it outside. Milan was hot on my heels.
“Dang. You can’t answer me? You know I was only playing. I don’t need your big head self to buy me nothing.” She shot, hopping into the car.
I shrugged. “I ain’t have to answer that shit. You already know what it is.”
That smile seemed to be painted on and I was glad that I was finally the only nigga to put it on her face. I was going to get things in order for us. I had to.
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We made small talk, as we rode to her mother’s crib. I told her to call her moms and tell her the coast was clear to come home. But, I was about ready to send her mother off with the kids again. I couldn’t do that, though. I knew that her mother had a life too, and that she didn’t want to be stuck with our kids.
My phone rang, interrupting my train of thought. It was Carter calling and I answered it on the second ring.
“Bro, where you at? Meet me at the hotel now!” He spoke into the phone, not even giving me a chance to say hello. I had to wonder what the fuck he had up his sleeve now.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Anonymous
I had been lurking in the shadows, plotting on my next move. Carter and Wise… both of those ma’fuckas had hell to pay. Yeah, I got something for them, and I was going to holla’ at ‘em when they least expected it.
I let out a smile, rubbing my hands together, after throwing the car in park, and hopping out. I saw Wise as he made it out of the house, but I was already halfway up the block, and my windows were tinted, so I knew that he didn’t have the slightest idea of who I was. Good, I wanted to keep it that way until the day I decided to make my grand.
People were underestimating me and I think that I had to show them just who I was. I had to take a long break, and I sat back in the cut for a minute. But, it was my time to shine.
I was going to start with that arrogant ass Carter. I couldn’t stand him. He thought that he had moved out of town and avoided some shit, however, he couldn’t dodge what I was about to bring his way. I just had to play it smart because he was highly connected. Shit, if I didn’t handle things correctly, he could be his own army.
Fuck him, I thought, hopping out of my car and making my way into the little bar off of Plymouth and the Southfield expressway. It was a hole in the wall with one way in and one way out that no one who was anyone really came to. Everywhere that I went had to be low-key until I got things in order.
I made it to the bar, and slapped fives with my homeboy, before sitting at the empty seat next to him. “So what’s the word?” I eyed him, studying his face. I didn’t trust his ol’ snitching snake ass either. Depending on how I felt when shit hit the fan, he could probably get it too.
“Carter staying at the Western off Lahser, and I got somebody on Wise for you. What you want to do? They ain’t expecting shit.”
I nodded my head, loving the fact that I had the upper-hand. It would all be played by my rules. “Just hold off. I don’t want you to do nothing just yet. I just want to keep fucking with them… make them sweat.”
My homeboy shrugged. “Just let me know how you want to do it. But, anyways, I got to head out and get back to this girl.”
I chuckled, his ol’ horny ass was going to let pussy be his downfall. Especially the scandalous broad that he was dealing with. “Awww, don’t tell me that you catching feeling and shit. You like that girl, don’t you?” I teased, already knowing the answer.
His forehead got all wrinkled, and that goofy ass look that formed on his face let me know that he was about to lie. “Nah, man! You know I don’t love these hoes. She a runner. She just cool for the moment.”
I shook my head. I didn’t know why he wanted to lie to me. I wasn’t trying to fuck with the hoe like that. “Well, alright. Have yo’ people call me if that punk ass nigga Carter leaves. I got something for his ass.”
A devilish grin formed on his face. “I might have something better for you. Hold tight and just give me a minute.
I just nodded my head, not even bothering to think about what he was talking about. I didn’t need nobody to help me get at Carter, I had my own plan. Unless, whatever he had was a hell of a lot better than what I had in store.
Chapter Forty
Carter
I walked to the car to fire up a blunt because the hotel was acting all strict about not smoking in the rooms. Somebody was being a bitch and called the front desk on us, and I didn’t even want those problems over bullshit. As soon as I got outside, I got this eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right.
I glanced around the parking lot, and as my eyes landed on a Black Dodge Charger with two niggas in it, I got suspicious as hell. They looked away as soon as I caught eye contact with them, which raised my antennas even further.
I knew that I had done my share of dirt, so with me being back in the city, I had to be on my shit. Even if they weren’t thinking about me, I still was on their head because I didn’t trust nobody. My hands grazed my waistline, feeling for the pistol that I had tucked. I had a hot bullet for their asses if they wanted to act stupid.
After making it to the car, I hit Wise up and told him to make his way to the hotel asap. I couldn’t even hit the blunt like I wanted to, so after two puffs, I put that shit out and headed back to the room, pretending that I didn’t notice them.
My mind went to Adonnis. I wondered if those hoes that he had brought back to the hotel were set up chicks. Broads were scandalous as hell these days, especially when they smelled a nigga with money. I went straight to his room and knocked on the door to check on him.
It took a second, but one of the little broads came and answered the door wearing nothing but a thong. She had a sick frame, but I wasn’t thinking about these hoes. She smiled at me suggestively, poking her hip out. “What’s up sexy? You came to join us?”
“Hell nah… Where Don at?” I asked nonchalantly, purposely trying to ignore the fact that she was a thirst trap, trying to throw the pussy at me.
“He just walked across the street to the gas station. We ran out of condoms.” She chuckled, twirling her hair around her finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us? He can’t handle the both of us.”
I didn’t even respond to her. I walked off, making my way two doors down to my room. I didn’t have time for bullshit. I prided myself on being on my shit. I may have slipped up a time or two, but for the most part, it wasn’t much that you could get pass me.
***
An hour later, both Wise and Adonnis had both showed up at my room. They were sitting down as we spoke, but I was at the window. I discretely peeked out, only to see that those niggas were still sitting in that ma’fuckin Charger. It wasn’t no paranoia type shit. They had to be on some bullshit.
“Aye man, what the fuck you keep staring at?” Wise asked, causing me to look in his direction.
I beckoned for him to come over to me, then I pointed at the car once he was close enough. “I just peeped them earlier when I went to hit the blunt, and those ma’fuckas still there like they staking some shit out.”
Adonnis looked out of the window too. “Hell yeah. I peeped them too when I went out to get some mo’ condoms. I thought they was ‘dem bitches body guards on some shit.”
I shook my head. “But, you done sent them broads on their way and they still out there. So that can’t be it.”
Adonnis shrugged, but didn’t say anything.
“You talking, but let’s go see who they are. Some ma’fucka just threw a rock through Milan’s window and skidded off. That shit got me thinking hard as hell.” Wise fixed his eyes on me. “When you snatched that nigga Jabari up, how did you find him? You sure it was him?”
My forehead creased, I had to look at his ass sideways. “What the fuck do you mean did I snatch up the right ma’fucka. You was there. You saw the nigga with your own two eyes. Hell yeah I got the nigga.” I grimaced, hoping that it wasn’t no shit in the game. I had hit my homegirl up to get the scoop and it turned out she was already kicking it with Jabari’s punk ass on the low. She called him up and it was a wrap from there, plain and simple
Wise shook his head. “That’s what I know, but shit feeling funny as hell. Y’all fucked that nigga’s face. It looked like him, but he got a brother. I’m just trying to make sure shit is right.”
Now Wise had me thinking. I paused for a second before I responded. “Nah bro, I got this. It was him. How the fuck you get his phone? And the newscaster announced that it was
him. Remember?”
“Man, fuck the bullshit. Let’s go see who these ma’fuckas are. I’ll be damned if they catch me down bad.” Adonnis shouted, cutting us off heading towards the door. Both Wise and I followed.
“Y’all strapped?” I asked, making my way out of the door first. They nodded. I was fully prepared to split a nigga’s head wide open, especially if they were playing with my life.
***
Wise
By the time that we made it outside, the Charger with the dudes in it was pulling off. Whoever the nigga was stared us down and held up his finger pointing at us like he was squeezing the trigger. Then and there, I knew that somebody was fucking with us… letting us know that they was at our heads.
“What the fuck?” Carter yelled, reaching for his pistol. I instantly held my hand out stopping him. I didn’t miss the police cruiser riding through the parking lot, and they would lock our asses under the cell, fucking around in these suburbs.
This shit had me worried as hell. Everything was falling apart. I think that I was gone pack up my family and get the fuck on after I handled Keem’s punk ass.
I tapped Carter’s chest, and signaled with my head for him to follow me back into the hotel until that cruiser left. We all were strapped, and dirty as hell.
Adonnis was the first to speak once we got back inside. “Man, I ain’t never in my life had to deal with no punk ass shit like this. You better get this shit in check, bro.” He pointed at Carter, walking off.
Carter just gave me this look, his face was tight as hell, but he didn’t say anything. We silently walked to his room. He went straight to the mini bar and grabbed himself the little bottle of Ciroc that they had in there, cracking it open and taking it straight to the head with no chaser.
“Lil bro, you know I’d catch a bullet for yo’ ass. But, something ain’t right. I feel like I got death on me. I done did so much foul shit and I got this feeling.” He shook his head, taking another swig of his liquor.
