“Un huh, why the hell yo ass ain’t say that in the first place?” I grumbled.
“Fuck you,” he hissed.
We faced the nurse. She’s eyeing us, wearing a smug look on her face.
“Yo confused looking ass can erase that look off yo face. Preshus Godwin,” I spat.
She rolled her eyes before typing the name in the tablet she’s holding.
“She’s still in surgery on the fourth floor. The waiting party is in the family waiting room three,” she let us know.
Without any further acknowledgement, we walked off towards the elevators. Making it to the elevator, we noticed two other dudes waiting. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them. Stepping on the elevator at the same time, they eyed us as we eyed them back. I ain’t trying to fuck this hospital up. But I will fo’ sho’, if push come to ass whupping.
‘Ding.’
We all stepped off on the same floor. Walked in the same direction. Stopping at the same door.
“The fuck?” Racks hissed, before pushing the door open.
“Young blood, Wilbur, is it?” Gramps spoke.
Wilbur eyed him, but didn’t speak. He bout to die for that shit alone, I thought, stepping further into the room. Along with the other two, plus, Racks.
“You got something on yo chest, speak now. Yo ass just disrespected my grandson. I can understand pain and hurt. Don’t let it get you caught up. Don’t place blame, without knowing the whole story,” Gramps let him know, easily, from his seat.
Wilbur’s stance changed.
“Don’t. Not now, not here. I’ve told you this ain’t got nothing to do wit Stone. P,” Mama Godwin started.
“How you know, Mama? He’s a fucking thug. A drug dealing, gun toting, thug. It should be his ass on that damn table fighting foe his life, not P.”
Hearing his voice, I recognized him as Andre, Preshus’ stepbrother. Racks and I eyed his ass.
“Andre, cut that shit out. You don’t know that,” Mama Godwin fussed.
“I’mma let yo emotional ass slide this time. Mind yo fuckin’ words,” Stone sneered, eyeing him.
Andre changed his stance. I stepped back, along with Racks. This fucker stupid, resonated through my mind.
“Fuck you, bitch. Who the fuck is you? Yo ass ain’t shit. Soon as P wakes the fuck up, I’ll be sure to tell her to leave yo no good ass alone. Yo ass don’t deserve her, or her baby,” Andre barked.
Before anybody could blink, Stone was on his ass, beating the fuck outta his ass.
“Don’t, playboy,” Racks warned the brother.
The girls, along with Mama Godwin, moved out the way. Gramps and Smooth just looked on.
“Get yo ass off my boy,” Wilbur yelled, trying to pull at Stone’s shirt.
That was a dumb ass move.
“Stone, Andre, stop this shit,” Mama Godwin yelled.
“Get yo grandson, old man. He’s trying to kill my boy,” Wilbur barked.
“I ain’t getting shit. Yo lil boy is real disrespectful. He brought that ass whuppin’ on his self,” Gramps stated, calmly.
Racks nudged me.
“What?” I spat.
He eyed me, then Stone. Cocking my eye in question. He just stared at me. Smackin’ my teeth.
“Aye, aye, Stone, pull up, nigga. Yo ass end up in jail, Stallion gonna be pissed,” I stated, grabbing his disgruntled ass from the back.
“Niggah, yo ass hit me, I’m knocking yo ass the fuck out,” I warned.
He didn’t say anything as he clasped his hands round the niggas neck.
“The next time yo bitch ass feel like yo balls hang low, remember this, bitch. Yo ass lucky I love yo stepsister. I’d kill yo bitch ass otherwise,” he snarled, in the nigga’s face before,
WHAMP! WHAMP!
He knocked the nigga completely out.
Standing to his full height caused me to step back, while releasing his ass. He straightened his clothes. He took a step towards a huffing and puffing Wilbur. He eyed him before,
BAM! BAM!
A two hitter quitter.
“Oh, shit,” Neesha and Kimmy hissed out.
“Stone, no,” Mama Godwin yelled.
“Tight work, son,” Gramps praised.
His ass the sole reason Stone is the way that his ass is.
“The next time yo ass feeling bold, calm yo fucking nerves. You a man, right? Handle yo fuckin’ self like one. Don’t ever disrespect my fuckin’ Gramps. Y’all done lost y’all fuckin’ minds tryin’ to come foe me. My love foe my Stallion is saving y’all lives, be thankful,” he spat, before walking out the room.
“Read his fuckin’ story. That man is the only blood he has left. He knows fuckin’ loss and pain. Judging him based on what the fuck yo ass thinks, is fucked up. He’ll give his life foe Preshus. She’s carrying his bloodline. Why the fuck would he let anyone hurt her? Think on that shit,” Racks snapped, before following Stone.
“As my illustrious bruh just said, get yo mind right,” I added, before following them out.
I heard,
“His ass ain’t got no sense,” Neesha mumbled.
“Yeah, but he’s your man,” Kimmy added.
“Yeah, he is,” Neesha agreed, making me smile.
“I need a fucking blunt,” Stone grumbled, just loud enough for us to hear.
“I got yo ass, step outside,” Racks spoke.
Lucky for our asses, the fourth floor has a balcony. We stepped outside, walking a few feet from the hospital entrance. Racks pulled the three blunts from his pocket, handing each one of us one, along with lighters. We lit up, puffing hard. Something out the corner of my eye caught my attention. Two unwanted guests. Racks and Stone turned to see what I’m looking at.
They shook their heads, but didn’t speak.
“Nawl, take y’all happy asses back in there. This shit ain’t got nothin’ to do wit y’all,” I fussed.
“Now how you gonna fix yo mouth to say that? That’s my cousin in there. I want to know what the hell is going on. I ain’t leaving so, talk,” Neesha spat eyeing me.
Letting my eyes roam her sexy ass body. She’s still looking good as fuck, despite the dirt, dust, and lil dried blood that’s on her skin. Taking a pull from my blunt, I held it, before releasing it slowly. The potent smoke infiltrated my lungs. Smoke almost mellowed me out, not quite though.
“You can calm all that G.I. Jane shit the fuck down. Yo ass’ll know what I say yo lil’ ass needs to know. Right now, this ain’t it,” I spat, dead ass serious.
She eyed me, then Racks, then Stone. While smacking her teeth.
“See, I thought I could be civil wit yo ass, but now I see that I can’t. Stone, fill his monkey ass in on what happened earlier. Just foe yo words, I’mma tell Preshus when she wakes up how you talking to me, nih,” she sassed, licking her tongue at me before walking off with Kimmy in tow.
Kimmy giggled, while Racks and Stone ain’t do shit but shake they heads.
“Neesha, (cough) woman, (cough), I’m sorry. Don’t do that shit. We’ll (cough) talk later. I promise,” I choked out, pleading.
She turned, flicking me off, without even caring that I’m bout to choke to death. Her ass could’ve told me anything but that shit. I won’t say it out, loud but Preshus makes my ass nervous. Racks told me what she did to Kenya in the hospital, I’ve been shook ever since.
“Damn, Banks, you scared?” Racks taunted.
“Fuck you. I see yo ass ain’t say shit. What the fuck happen earlier, Stone?” I spat.
“Niggah, I ain’t say shit cuz I’m smart. Muthafucka, yo ass lucky she ain’t got her bag. I done told yo ass she’s just as unstable as Preshus,” Racks answered.
“Watch that shit, Racks,” Stone barked.
“Smoke that shit so yo mind can clear. Yo in love ass is blind to the crazy,” Racks taunted.
Flipping his ass off, he pulled from his blunt, as did I, as did Racks. We were quiet for a few beats.
“Neesha got a call from Mama
Reed, she was telling her something, then all of a sudden, the line went dead. She tried calling her back, it just went to voicemail. I’m waiting to hear from Puppy or Onyx,” he stated.
I nodded, but didn’t comment. That shit is suspect. Man, I hope ain’t shit done happen to them.
“What y’all found out?” Stone questioned, releasing smoke.
I looked to Racks.
“Pussy,” he hissed.
I just shrugged. I ain’t high enough to be dealing wit Stone’s ass. Racks outted his blunt then,
“First, those bombs were foe Preshus. They were set in all the areas that would be used by her. Wit the help of Bo-Bo, we were able to get the security footage. We haven’t watched it yet. We sent Dawg and Demon to get the Pooty Tang bitch. A few of them strippers said they thought they seen her in the building. But her appearance was so different. She’s smaller than she was when she worked at the club. So, they wasn’t a hunnid percent sure. I got HP getting all her shit, plus, that Lester nigga,” Racks explained.
I was bout to pull on my blunt again, until something dawned on me. Before I could speak though,
“How the fuck was they able to plant them shits? Ain’t the shit posed to be secured? What the fuck Bo-Bo swole ass say bout that shit?” Stone questioned.
“He said the only time he could think of is when the cleaning crew was in. The firefighter dude said there was some planted outside too, but foe whatever reason, they didn’t detonate. They wanted the owner taken out, but the building to remain intact, with as lil’ damage as possible,” Racks explained.
Stone nodded as he outted his blunt.
“Turtle,” he gritted out.
“Muthafuck,” I hissed.
“Get Loco, Spazz, and Young, to post up. That fuck nigga may not care bout his family, we gonna make his ass. Tell they asses to just be on the go. Once I call, they snatching them all, and taking them to the cave,” he ran down.
Racks nodded once before pulling his cell out.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
Pulling my cell out looking at the screen.
“Speak,” I barked, before hitting the speaker.
“LSC been hit. Bones and Rummy dead, one shot to the dome, police swarming,” Onyx relayed.
“The fuck? How?” I hissed out.
“We slowed up bout midnight, close to one. We bagged up shit, placed the bread in the safe like always. I made sho’ everything was on point. I left to check on my girl, she due to drop my baby at anytime. Bones and Rummy said they were good. I was gone foe all of thirty minutes. I pulled round back. I knew something was off, the door was cracked. I ran in to secure shit, but ain’t shit been left.
The safe wasn’t disturbed. Which means whoever did the shit ain’t got shit they thought they would. They were ambushed. Both’em was right by the door. I couldn’t empty the safe. Police made it on the scene too damn fast. That’s that bullshit, but it’s something else,” he paused.
“What?” I barked.
“It’s an unknown in there. Some dude I ain’t never seen before. His dumb ass could’ve been used as bait, then left behind, cuz he saw too much,” he finished.
I looked at Stone. His expression mirrored mine.
“Send a pic. Yo ass ain’t see nothin’ else?” I questioned.
“Nawl,”-he paused- “Hol’ up, yeah, yeah, a van, a fuckin’ black van. One of them kidnapper vans, the ones wit no windows. It ain’t stand out, cuz it wasn’t moving in no rush,” he explained.
My eyes widen with realization of what he just explained.
“What?” Stone spat.
“Aye, Onyx, stay yo ass there. Send that pic. Nawl, go check on Mama Reed and Seaqual. Yo ass know what to do,” I ordered.
“Mos’ def,” was all he said, before hangin’ up.
“Did yo ass see the van?” Stone questioned, slowly.
“Nawl, Kimmy called Racks when her and Neesha was leaving the scene. She described the exact same van posted up bout a street or two down, but in view of the club. Plus, a stripper said she drove past it twice, being nosy. She couldn’t see inside, no one stepped out, or spoke. Even when she got her thick ass out her car bending over and shit. She said it was parked a lil’ closer to the club at that time,” I explained.
His whole body stilled.
“So, the fuck boys sat and watched they fucked up handiwork, before leaving to hit LSC. Something ain’t right wit this one, at all,” Stone surmised.
Buzz. Pulling my phone out, I clicked on the message icon. Opening the picture of the dead fuck appeared. Turning it face Stone.
“That’s that fuck boy. Preshus’ ex bitch. The fuck is really going on?” He spat.
“Something ain’t sitting right wit my ass, Stone. This shit it’s just the fucking beginning. Them shits were meant foe all our asses to die. Somebody’s been talking from our fuckin camp. How else would the fuck boys know we would be there? If it was truly meant just foe Preshus, they could’ve gotten to her at any time,” Racks spoke, after finishing his call.
I nodded in agreeance.
“I guess it’s house cleaning time,” Stone sneered.
We turned heading back inside the hospital.
“Hol’ up,” Stone spoke, like he just realized something.
“Fucking police shouldn’t even be at LSC,” Racks stated, shakin’ his head.
That’s when it hit me. We got niggas on pay roll for this shit, I thought, just as Stone pulled his cell out.
“Pussy muthafucka,” he growled, before pressing number five on his phone.
Listening to it ring, his frown deepened.
“Yeah?” A groggy voice answered.
“Bitch, yo ass sleep?” Stone seethed.
“St, St, Stone, I, um,” the voice stammered out.
“You one dead bitch foe not doing yo fuckin’ job. Don’t’ even try to hide. I’ll find yo ass, while killing yo entire family. Bitch made, summabitch,” he gritted out, before hanging up.
Neither of us said anything. We know what the fuck is up. Reentering the hospital, we didn’t break out stride until we walked back to the room our fam is waiting in. We ain’t never dealt with no bullshit like this. We finally got some real women we wanted, and all this shit’s going down. Reaching the room door, I could immediately tell something ain’t right.
“Stallion, she good, right?” Stone questioned.
Mama Godwin was being held by a lumped up head Wilbur. Kimmy and Neesha were holding each other. The two fuck boys were absent. Smooth had his head lowered. Gramps was stoic as always. I moved to Neesha, as Racks moved to Kimmy.
Pulling her to me, she came without resistance. Kimmy did the same when Racks pulled her close.
“Ryco,” Gramps’ gravelly voice called out.
“Gramps,” Stone choked out.
“Come here, son,” he requested.
Stone moved to him, then helped him to stand. They faced one another. They do put you in the mind of some foreign royalty type, with they sandstone skin tone, natural blonde hair, and grey eyes.
“One of the doctors came in, they were able to remove the bullet from Preshus’s chest. It nicked an artery. They fixed it, but she lost a lot of blood. They had to give her a transfusion. It was important, due to the fact she’s sharing her body with the baby. The bullet is still in her neck. They didn’t want to risk trying to remove it. She’s too weak. If they attempted it at this moment, we could lose her. The baby is strong tho. They placed her into a medical induced coma,” Gramps explained.
“What?!” Stone snapped.
“Ryco,” Gramps scolded.
“My bad,” Stone mumbled.
Gramps sighed, placing both hands on Stone’s shoulders, forcing him to look him in the eye. I know Gramps wants to choke his ass.
“They placed her in one, so her body doesn’t overwork, while trying to heal. Healing and nourishing the baby will be easier if she’s asleep,” Gramps paused.
“What are you not telling me, Gramps? Y’all ain’t l
ooking sick from just that. Give it to me real,” Stone pleaded.
Nigga can read somebody most times. I almost feel like I’m invading a real sentimental moment. Once again Gramps sighed.
“He also said that her pregnancy may have to be terminated if it delays her recovery. As of right now, they aren’t too sure, being that she’s only thirteen weeks along. They will monitor her closely, as she gets further along. If it hinders her progression, then the choice will have to be made,” Gramps finished.
“They can’t kill her baby. That will kill Preshus. She wants that baby mo’ than anything. You should hear how she talks about the baby. Wondering who it will look like? How big it will be? She loves that baby, Monti,” Neesha spoke, into my chest.
“She won’t, baby,” I assured.
“I ain’t losing neither. They both gonna come through this strong, healthy, and happy. I believe that in my soul. God owes me. He won’t take them from me,” Stone stated, seriously, before being pulled into a fierce hug by Gramps.
“I told you she’s a warrior. Yo solider got yo blood pumping through his veins. They both gonna make it. Stay strong, son. God got it,” Gramps preached.
They embraced for a few beats longer, before Stone stepped outta his embrace. He looked around the room. He didn’t speak until his eyes landed on Mama Godwin.
“Mama Godwin, they gonna make it. I’m asking you now, may I have yo daughter’s hand in marriage?” He finally spoke.
“This niggah’s high,” I blurted out, causing Neesha to hit me.
“Oh my God,” Kimmy whispered.
“Past high. But then again, he did trap her. He may as well finish her ass off,” Racks added, causing Kimmy to hit him.
We both chuckled, as Stone ignored us.
“You have my blessing, son,” Mama Godwin giggled out.
Stone moved to her, hugging her as she sat in her chair.
“Preshus coming foe all y’all. I’m going on record saying I ain’t have shit to do wit this,” Racks blurted out, causing Gramps to chuckle.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Ouch, fuck, the hell yo angry ass hitting me foe?” I screeched.
“Answer yo damn phone,” she hissed, like that’s a good enough reason for her ass to try and take my spleen out.
Nudging her off me making her giggle. I pulled my phone out answering it.
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