46

YB and Ray-Lo were ten miles from Delaware, on their way to see Bubbles at her hospital job. YB’s gut was telling him not to go there. He felt something in him that told him to head back to New York. Dusk was settling over the road and Ray-Lo was doing seventy-five down the long stretch of highway.

YB had his mind on Danielle and knew it was wrong for him to keep her out of the loop for the four days he’d been gone. He had been so focused on revenge and chasing Harlem that he literally forgot all about her and now guilt ate at him for failing to call. She was six months pregnant and he knew she loved him very much.

He stared out the passenger window, watching cars and trucks fly by on the highway as “Be Without You” by Mary J. Blige played on the radio.

Danielle was heavy in YB’s thoughts and he knew that it would probably be best to be with her—especially after everything that had happened in Philly with his mother and Rufus’s murders. She was in danger too since Harlem was still out there and killing everyone close to YB. Everyone he loved was being put to death.

YB turned to look at Ray-Lo, who looked to be in his own deep thoughts. “Yo, don’t get off I-95. We goin’ to New York.”

“What? New York? You serious?” Ray-Lo questioned.

“I need to be in the Bronx right now. I need to be wit’ my shorty.”

“What about Harlem? He need to be got,” Ray-Lo said.

“We’ll hit that nigga in New York. I know he’s on his way out there now.”

“You sure?”

“Nigga, trust me. He knows where we at. So let him hunt us and we’ll be waiting for that nigga when he shows up.”

“A’ight, my nigga. I’m wit’ it,” Ray-Lo replied.

They continued on I-95 toward New York City with a car full of guns and ammunition. They were ready for war and eager to set a trap for Harlem and whoever he brought with him.

YB wanted to take his time when killing Harlem. He wanted to make that nigga suffer for a long time. It was the only way he saw to make things right. The only way he could be at peace was to kill the man who had done so much harm to his family. An eye for an eye, he thought.