Cali arrived at Milasia’s house later that night. He had two major intentions, to find out the truth about who shot him, and why she thought Aleesha had something to do with it. He walked up to her steps and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Milasia yelled out, sitting on her living room couch.
“It’s me, sis!” Cali yelled back loud enough so she could hear him through the door. She got up off her couch and opened the door to let him in. Once inside, he shut the door behind him as they walked back to the living room.
“Wassup, Cali?” she nonchalantly asked as she sat back on the couch, Cali following suit.
“Shit, came through to see what you was doin’. You tryna drink?” he asked. Cali knew that the best way to get to his step-sister was with liquor. Once she was drunk enough, it was like she had diarrhea of the mouth.
“Hell yeah, you know me. What’s the occasion?” she asked as she went and grabbed two cups. He had brought a big bottle of peach Cîroc with him, and when she came back with the cups, he poured both of them a glass of it.
“Shit, just wanted to come chill with my sis for a little. Talk about some shit.”
“Okay, shoot,” she replied as she took a sip from her cup.
“You got somethin’ to eat?” Cali asked. “I’m hungry as fuck.” He wanted to make small talk and make sure she was drunk enough before he started drilling her.
“Yeah I just ordered some pizza, it’s in the kitchen.”
They both got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. They ate on pizza, wings, and pasta while they sipped on the Cîroc and talked about irrelevant topics. By the time Milasia was finished with her food, she was on her third cup of liquor. Cali knew in no time she would be tipsy enough for him to get the information he needed out of her.
Twenty minutes later and sure enough, Milasia was bumping her gums. Cali knew this was the perfect opportunity. He just had to ask the right questions.
“Ay sis, why do you think Aleesha out of all people would set me up?” he asked as they walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.
“It’s what I heard from my sources, bro,” she stated as she situated herself on the couch.
“And what sources is that?”
“You remember how I told you I was fuckin’ wit’ her nigga’s best friend?” she asked, trying to jog his memory. “Well, he told me.”
“You never said it was the nigga’s best friend,” he stated doubtfully. “You talkin’ about that bitch ass light-skinned nigga?”
“Yeah, him,” she agreed.
“Why? That shit don’t make no sense though.”
“Look, don’t trip about it. I don’t know why she did it, but I took care of it,” Milasia said with a smirk and sly laugh.
“So it was you that had her jumped?”
“Duh, bro.”
“Cuh, are you fucking serious?” he asked, getting heated.
“Yeah, what else was I supposed to do?”
Cali pounded the coffee table, frightening her. “Fuck Mila!” he yelled. “That nigga could have told you anything.”
“Nah, I got that nigga sprung,” Milasia stated conceitedly. “He wouldn’t lie to me.”
“You sound stupid as fuck right now,” he said as he shook his head and looked back at her. “And how would you know that if it was her she didn’t have that nigga and her nigga shoot me? You did say that that’s her nigga’s best friend.”
“Because if it was him, he would have killed you,” she stated gravely. “You better be glad he was just the driver.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Cali was furious. He couldn’t believe what his ears had just heard coming out of her mouth.
“Nothing bro, I meant if it was him, he would have killed you. Look, I know—” Milasia began, trying to hurry up and cover her tracks but she couldn’t even finish her sentence before she felt the steel slap her across her face.
WHACK!
She flew back into the couch and started seeing stars. Cali grabbed her by her throat, just barely allowing her to breath. “Bitch, are you out of yo mind?! You fuckin’ a nigga that almost killed me, and you knew about it this whole time. Cuh, you had something to do with this?” he asked with a wicked look in his eyes.
“Cali ... I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, it ...” Milasia said between gasps.
WHACK!
He slapped her again with the pistol, this time busting her nose. “Bitch, I should kill you, but I’ma get that nigga first. And who was the other nigga?”
“I don’t know ... I swear. He didn’t tell me,” she responded, still gasping for air.
“Cuh you lyin’,” he said as he tightened his grip around her neck.
“No I’m not, I swear.”
“Where the fuck is that nigga at? And if you lie to me, Mila, I swear to God when I come back I will fuck you up, and that’s on the set, cuh,” he threatened as he released his grip from around her neck.
“He’s out of town right now, but I swear when he gets back I will let you know,” Milasia answered back once she caught her breath, rubbing her throat.
“You must think a nigga stupid, huh?” he asked, now pointing the gun at her head.
“No I swear, I’ll give you his address,” she answered with a frightened look on her face. “But he won’t be there for a couple days. He went out of town with his girl.”
“If you lyin’ to me, you already know the deal cuh, family or not.”
“I know.”
“Dumb bitch,” Cali said as he stood up and started pacing back and forth.
“Bro, I’m sorry,” Milasia said, beginning to cry.
“Bitch I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want shit to do with you. You better be glad I don’t have somebody come over here and fuck you up,” he said as he stared down at her. “Or even do that shit myself,” he said as he flinched at her, making her cringe.
“Cali please.”
“Bitch shut up,” he spat, “I don’t even wanna be around you no more. What’s his address?”
Milasia gave Cali an address and he was on his way, but she knew it wasn’t where Marcus would be. It was the address to the home he shared with Lala, but Milasia knew Marcus was at his other apartment. He stayed there when Lala was out of town or when they were arguing and he didn’t want to be bothered by her. Milasia also knew Lala was in New York and wouldn’t be back for another week or so, so she knew she would have time to warn Marcus before Cali came after him.
As soon as Cali left, Milasia rushed to the restroom and cleaned herself up. She thought about calling Marcus, but decided against it. “Fuck it,” she said to herself as she grabbed the bottle of Cîroc and chugged away at it.