Chapter Seven
Akila
I lay in bed holding the pillow and crying. First, he cheated on me with this bitch, and now, the bitch is pregnant. What the fuck did I do to Mari for him to treat me like he did? I kept replaying the incident from earlier.. . . The way he jumped on me for this bitch. I rubbed my hand on my neck. It was still sore. I couldn’t believe he tried to kill me over this nasty-ass ho.
My phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and was relieved to see it wasn’t Mari. He’d been calling me since I left that ho’s house. I didn’t come straight home at first, though. I was so hurt and in despair, so I pulled over at Broadrock Park and sat in my car crying.
“Hello.”
“What’s wrong? You sound like you crying,” Tesha said.
“Girl, I went to the bitch’s house and found out she is pregnant.”
“Say what? Hold on. I’m at the CVS by your house. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“All right, boo.”
I’m glad my girl was stopping by ’cause I needed someone to talk to. I really miss Ariana ’cause I know I wouldn’t feel this alone. Five minutes later, I heard the doorbell ringing. I got up so I could let her in.
“Hey, girl.” She came in and gave me a big hug.
“Hey, boo.” I walked off into my bedroom.
I didn’t give a damn if Mari didn’t want my friends over here. Fuck him and his feelings right about now. So I got back in bed, and she sat down.
“So, what the fuck happened now?”
“I followed Mari to the bitch house, and he went in. I waited for a while; then I rang the doorbell.”
“You rang the doorbell, and what happened?”
“That ho answered, and I went in. That bitch was half-naked, and to make it worse, my cheating-ass nigga walked down the stairs in his boxers.”
“Bitch, tell me you beat that ass.”
Before I could respond, I heard the doorbell. This was strange ’cause I didn’t expect no other company.
“I wonder who the fuck that is?” I got up, walked to the front, and looked through the peephole.
Two uniformed police officers were standing outside my door. What the fuck were they doing, and what did they want? My mind started to race. Mari had all this shit up in here. Fuck.
“Who is it?”
“It’s the Richmond police, ma’am.”
I hesitated but decided to open it. I understood the law somewhat and knew if they had a search warrant, they would be kicking off the door and not knocking.
“Yes, may I help you?” I opened the door, trying my best not to show my nervousness.
“Akila Jones?”
“Yes, may I help you?” I looked at them.
“Please step out here. We have a warrant for your arrest.”
“A warrant? What the fuck for?” I was angered and confused.
“Please step outside, ma’am.”
“What’s going on?” Tesha walked from the back and quizzed.
“Please step back in, ma’am,” one officer ordered.
“I’m good, baby. Just stay here until I call. I need you to come get me.” I shot her an assuring look.
I didn’t resist because I didn’t want the focus on the house. I need to get them away from here fast. So I stepped out, and they cuffed me.
“Akila Jones, you’re under arrest for assault and battery on Dreema Walker.”
That’s when it hit me. It was about what happened at that bitch’s house. Ain’t this some shit. That ho popped all that shit, but her pussy ass called the police and pressed charges. I was so angry that I could hardly breathe. I couldn’t think straight and just kept crying. I can’t believe Mari would put me in this fucked-up situation. I swear I could never forgive him or go back to loving him after this.
I was fingerprinted and searched before being placed into a holding cell. They told me I had to wait until the following day to see the judge. That only made me angrier. They were behaving like I killed someone. All I did was hit the bitch a few times in her knees. If I knew that bitch would press charges, I would’ve given her something to call them for. Instead, I’m in this cold-ass, piss-smelling cell for tapping that bitch a few times.
I found a little space by the end of the bench and sat down. There were four other females in the same cell. Two looked like they were strung out on crack, and the other one was crying uncontrollably. I figure this was her first time locked up ’cause she looked scared. When it was time to eat, they brought in some dried-up bread with nasty-looking sandwich meat. I took one look at that shit, and my stomach started to turn. I felt like I wanted to throw up, but one glance at that nasty-ass toilet with all that toilet paper and piss on it, and I was good.
“Aye, it seems like you don’t want yo’ food. Can I get it?” said one of the crackhead-looking ladies as she tapped me on my shoulder.
“Yes, just take it,” I said harshly. The smell coming from her body was wreaking havoc on my nose. I was happy when she snatched the sandwich and walked back to where her friends were sitting. That shit was disgusting. Why the hell would any female walk around smelling like a dump truck?
I wondered what time it was. I had asked to use the phone when I first got here, and this old bucktoothed bitch told me to wait. Well, I was tired of waiting. I needed to call my girl so that she could call a bondsman.
“Guard,” I yelled.
“Cut out all that yelling,” one of the crackhead bitches yelled.
“Bitch, shut your fucking face up,” I yelled back.
“Or what, ho?” That bitch jumped off the bench.
I balled my fist up. I was ready to take on this bitch and her fucking crew. I had so much anger built up, I promise they were not ready for the way I was about to drag this ho. Her friends jumped up and grabbed her back.
“Come on, girl. She ain’t worth it.”
“You right. Fuck that bitch.”
I looked at them bitches and felt pity for them. They probably were some bad bitches back in the day, but that crack had them looking tore up from the bottom up.
“Guard,” I yelled again.
A few minutes later, the bucktoothed bitch appeared. She looked at me like I interrupted whatever she was doing.
“How may I help you?”
“Ain’t I supposed to get a phone call? I been waiting.”
“I recall telling you when you asked that you get it later,” she replied in an annoyed tone.
“Well, it’s now later. I need my phone call to let my people know where I am.”
She shot me a dirty look but opened up the cell. I followed her out to the front, and she handed me the phone. “You have five minutes,” she said before she walked away to act like she was fixing her desk.
I thought about calling Mari, but I dismissed that thought immediately. So instead, I dialed Tesha’s number.
“Hello.”
“It’s me.”
“Damn, bitch, what took you so long? I been worried about your ass.”
“I know, boo. I’m down at the jail. I have to wait until tomorrow morning to go in front of the judge to get a bond.”
“Damn, bitch, I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I swear I’ma beat that bitch ass for doing this shit to you.”
“I know, but listen, get my card out of my purse. My pin is 7879. And come to court in the morning. Look up a bondsman and call them. I need you to bond me out.”
“Shit, you know I ain’t got no job. So I’ma ask my mama to do it for you. You know they want the person signing the paper to have a job.”
“Your time is up,” the annoying-ass bitch walked up to me and said.
“Listen, boo, I got to go. Just get the purse and ask your mama. I need to get the fuck out of here before I snap.”
“All right, boo. I got you.”
I hung up the phone and walked back to the cell. This bitch was really enjoying the fact that she had the upper hand. I needed to get my anger under control ’cause I was trying to go home tomorrow . . . not stay in here longer than I’m supposed to.
* * *
It was hard for me to sleep sitting up. Every time I dozed off, the clicking of keys or the slamming of grills interrupted me. I was tired, cold, and hungry. I had a terrible headache that seemed to worsen by the hour. I looked over at the crackhead bitches. They were all leaning on each other, snoring their lives away. I glanced at the girl who had been crying, and she was knocked out. Shit, I know her ass was tired from all that crying. Whatever she did to be in here, I hope the judge releases her in the morning ’cause, baby, she is not about this life. I chuckled to myself. Shit, I hope I get to go home too ’cause I for sure am not about this life.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I heard the CO yelling names out loud. I figured these were all the people that had court this morning. Then I heard my name and got excited. I was ready to get a bond and go home to my bed.
Mari
I got me a room at the hotel to lie low for a few days. Akila had threatened to call the police on me. I wanted to think she wasn’t that stupid, but I know she was tight with a nigga. She found out I was at another bitch’s house, and not just that, the bitch was pregnant.
After smoking two blunts back-to-back, I popped open the bottle of Grey Goose and put it to my head. I was drinking before my brother got killed, but now, I was drunk almost every day. I know I need to be sober to stay on top of everything. Oh my God, just thinking about my brother’s death brought tears to my eyes. I got up and started pacing the room. I then opened the drawer and took out my Glock. I put it to my head and started crying harder. I needed to be with my brother.
“Oh God, I can’t live life no more. Why didn’t you take me and leave my brother? Huh? Why, God?” I yelled as I fell to my knees and started bawling.
I placed my hand on the trigger, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger. I threw the gun down and lay on the carpet, bawling and beating the floor with my fist. I just want this all to be over with, all this pain that I was feeling to go away.
I guess I fell asleep on the carpet ’cause I jumped out of my sleep from the sound of my telephone ringing. I lay there for a few more seconds before I pulled myself up. By the time I got to the phone, it had stopped ringing. I looked at the caller ID. I noticed it was my aunt calling from the Beach. They had been blowing up my phone for the last few days, wanting to know funeral plans. To be honest, I didn’t know too much. My brother’s wife was handling everything. I dropped her some stacks so she could get the ball rolling. This shit was too hard for me. Just the other day, we were talking about where we wanted to go for the summer. Now his funeral is being planned.
I checked my phone to see if Akila had called, but there were no missed calls from her. Dreema, on the other hand, had called me about ten times. This bitch was getting to be annoying as fuck right now. I told her ass to chill the fuck out. I was still tight as fuck with her after that shit she pulled yesterday. I was thinking getting her pregnant was a big-ass mistake ’cause this bitch was making my life hell. I called Akila’s number and waited. No one picked up, so I called again.
“Hello.”
“Who is this, and why are you answering Akila’s phone?” I asked with an attitude.
“This Tesha. Akila is not here right now. Do you want to leave a message for her?”
“Yo, B, I don’t know who you are or what kind of game you and Kila playing, but can you just put her on the phone?”
“Ain’t nobody playing no game. I just told you Akila isn’t here. So either you leave a message or call her back when she’s available.”
“Yo, B—”
Before I could finish my sentence, whoever that bitch was hung up. This was fucking strange. Why was she answering Akila’s phone? See, this the shit I’m talking about with Akila. She’s always screaming she’s grown but insisted on playing little bitch games. I swear this bitch gon’ make me hurt her. You know what? Fuck this. She wants to play games, so I’ma show her how it’s done. I’ma get all my shit from her house, and we can be all the way done.
I washed my face, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. I was still under the influence and probably shouldn’t be driving, but fuck this. I needed to get to the crib. I cut the music up listening to Meek’s latest album. I was all the way in my zone as I headed to the crib.
When I pulled up, I spotted her car—but wait. Another car was parked in the driveway. I parked on the street and crept up the driveway. Hmmm, I know this bitch ain’t bold enough to have another nigga in my shit. I quietly turned the key in the door. Once it opened, I took my time stepping inside. I took out my gun and held it in my hand. I looked around the living room and kitchen, but no one was downstairs. So I tiptoed up the stairs, still holding my gun. I heard something coming from our bedroom. The door was closed. I leaned my ear on the door, listening keenly. I then busted open the door . . . but I was disappointed. Nothing was there. The bed was made up. But wait.... I heard the shower running. I kind of felt like a fool. I just know I was about to find a nigga up in here. I sat on the bed, shaking my head.
Then I heard the water cut off, so I sat there waiting on Akila to step out of the bathroom . . .
“Aaaawe, what are you doing here?” Akila’s friend, Tesha, said as she tried to wrap the towel around her tighter. She looked frightened to see me.
“This my crib. What you doing here, and where’s Akila?” By then, my mind was coming up with some crazy freaky shit. I waited to see Akila exit the bathroom, but no one came out.
“Kila, you can come out. Ain’t no need to hide, B.” I got up and walked to the bathroom. I just knew I was going to snatch Akila up out of there. But to my surprise, the bathroom was empty.
“Yo, B, why the fuck you in my shit, and where’s Akila?” I yelled as I walked back into the room.
I stood in disbelief as I watched her bend over, lotioning her legs, revealing her pussy from the back. I stared at her with my tongue hanging out.
“Close your mouth, love. Akila is not here, and she allowed me to stay here.” She walked closer to me and started kissing me passionately.
My mind was telling me to push the bitch off me. It was a setup, but my dick was moving around in my boxers, letting me know I needed to proceed. I kissed her back and started fondling her breast. I eagerly stuck one of my fingers into her pussy. Oh Gawd, that shit was tight, and she was already feeling wet. I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
She sat straight up and started unbuttoning my pants. She released my dick and started massaging my balls. She then started licking my dick. Within seconds, my dick was all the way into her mouth. I gently took her head and shoved it down a little. I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip, trying not to scream out like a li’l bitch.
“Oh fuck . . . Shit. Damn.” I let out small groans as I curled up my toes. The chick didn’t ease up any. Instead, she continued sucking my dick like she was a pro or something.
“Aargh, fuck.” I felt like my veins were about to bust out of my dick. I was trying not to come so fast with everything in me. I tried . . . But it didn’t work. I held on tight to her head as my cum shot out of my dick and into her mouth. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she licked and slurped every drop of my juice.
“Yo, suck it real quick,” I demanded, and she did without question.
She massaged my balls and started licking all over my dick. Within minutes, I was hard again. Shit, I thought about a condom, but I didn’t have one. Fuck it. I’ll just pull out. Her pussy looked clean, I thought before I pulled her cheeks apart and slid my dick in. Her pussy was tighter than I first thought. It wasn’t easy to slide all the way in, but she grinded on my dick until I got in. She wasted no time throwing the ass all the way back on me. Not wanting her to outdo me, I grabbed her hips, pulled her back, and thrust in and out of her. I was slow fucking her. I would pull out and then slide in slowly while she jiggled her ass cheeks on my dick. I slapped her ass a few times. The sound of her ass made me hornier. Then she started throwing it back fast. This wasn’t good. I grabbed her tighter and started fucking her hard and fast. I was about to bust. The veins in both heads got bigger.
“Awww, shhit . . . oweiii . . . aargh . . .” I tried pulling out, but it was too late. Some of my cum was left up in her. I pulled out my limp dick and lay back on the bed.
Shit, what the fuck am I doing? Wait, what if Akila had walked up in here just now? I sat up immediately. Tesha was sitting there smiling at me.
“Yo, B. Where the fuck is Akila?”
“Chill out, baby. Akila is down at the city jail. So you have nothing to worry about.”
“City jail? Yo, B, what the fuck you talkin’ ’bout?” I know this bitch was playing right now.
“Your side bitch got her locked up. Whatever happened at her house earlier, the police came here and arrested her.”
“They came here? Did they come up in here?”
“No, we were in the room when they knocked. So she went to the door, and they locked her up.”
I looked at her to see if she was lying, but I could tell she was dead-ass serious. “Yo, why the fuck she ain’t call me?”
“That’s something you’ll have to ask her. She has court in the morning, so she told me to stay here and wait to come bond her out.”
“This some fucking bullshit, yo.”
“Calm down, baby. I mean, she’s not here, and I been hearing all these good things about you. So now, it’s just me and you, love.” She stood up and started rubbing on my chest again. Fuck, I couldn’t resist.
She ordered some Dominoes. Then we ate, drank, smoked, and fucked most of the night. With all the stress that I was dealing with, this was exactly what I needed.
Later, I stepped out of the shower thinking, What a night I had. As wrong as it was to be fucking my girl’s homegirl, it was all good with me. I mean, we were both grown, and we wanted each other. Shit, I really hope this isn’t the last time she lets me hit that ’cause that pussy was straight fire. I finished drying off, stepped out of the bathroom, and walked into the room.
“Pussy nigga, don’t move,” a nigga said as he pointed a gun at my face.
I couldn’t see the nigga’s face ’cause he had a mask covering it. Seconds later, three more niggas walked into the room.
“Yo, what the fuck y’all want?” I asked with a grit on my face.
“Nigga, you know why we here. We here for that work and that money. Now, get to it, nigga, before I bust a cap in yo’ ass.”
I looked at these niggas. There were four of them and just me. Shit wasn’t looking good for me ’cause I didn’t have my gun on me.
“Yo, nigga, ain’t shit here.”
The nigga raised the gun and hit me across the head. I fell back a bit, but I quickly lunged toward the nigga. I was trying to get the gun off him as he fell.
“Nigga, you better not move a muscle. I’ma splatter your brains all over this floor if you do.” I felt a gun pressed up on my head.
I put my hands up as I looked down at the pussy nigga on the ground. I swear if these other niggas weren’t here, I would smash his ass.
“Now, give me that work.”
“I done told you niggas, ain’t shit here.”
“Aye, yo, I thought you said this nigga got that work and a safe up in here.”
“Did y’all look? He got something up in here,” this old grimy-ass bitch said.
I can’t believe that I let this bitch trick me like that. This was one of the oldest tricks in the book. A bitch fuck a nigga and then set him up to get robbed.
Two of the niggas started pulling out drawers and stuff, throwing things all over the place. They even looked under the bed.
“Ain’t shit here. Let’s go look in the rest of the house. This nigga making major moves, so I know he got paper. The question is, where the fuck it’s at?”
“Yo, hold the gun on him. He flinch, kill him,” one of the little niggas said before two of them left the room.
“Trust me. I got it.” He continued pressing the gun on my forehead.
Fuck what he was talking about. I waited until I could no longer hear them. I then looked at this nigga. He looked at me with a grit on his face like I’m supposed to be scared of him and that little-ass gun. It looked like a .22 that he was holding on me. I decided to take my chance. I had one shot at getting out of here alive. I lunged toward the nigga and wrapped my arm around his neck, choking him out. He tried struggling, but I squeezed tighter. He was out cold.
“Awee, awee,” the bitch started screaming.
I grabbed the little gun the nigga had and pointed it at the bitch’s head.
“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t want to do this. They made me do this,” the ho cried.
I heard steps coming up the stairs. I fired two shots in that bitch’s dome before running behind the door. It was the other two, and they had bigger guns. One nigga also had my gun. One nigga entered first and spotted his nigga on the ground.
“Yo, bro, get in here,” he yelled to his partner.
He came farther in, walked over, and looked at the bitch. I walked up behind him and fired a shot in the back of his head. He stumbled forward. I grabbed my gun from him and shot him twice in the chest.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
I was so caught up in killing this nigga that I didn’t think of the remaining nigga. The nigga started busting at me. I tried to push the door to shut him out, and he fell backward. I ran out of the room and dashed for the door. I busted toward him, and he busted back at me, hitting me in my shoulder. I turned around and fired two shots at him, hitting him in the stomach. Then I opened the door and ran out of the house. I made it to my truck and pulled off in a rush. I saw the nigga run outside. He started firing at my vehicle, but I was gone.
I thought I got away, but I spotted the nigga’s Monte Carlo coming fast behind me seconds later. I was bleeding, and that shit was hurting. I had no idea how bad it was, but I was trying to stay alive right now. His car wasn’t no fast car, but traffic was out here. This nigga was coming up on me. He got to my left side and started firing at me. I pointed the gun and fired two shots into his car. His car swerved over to the side. He must’ve lost control ’cause his car went over. I then sped up. There were too many witnesses around. I needed to get the fuck out of here now.
“Yo, nigga, where you at?” I asked G.
“Yo, I’m at the crib. What’s good?”
“Yo, I’m on my way. Make sure ain’t nobody else wit’ you.”
“A’ight, bet.”
My nigga G’s crib was all the way in Midlothian. It was a good little drive, and I was in excruciating pain. I could tell I was losing a lot of blood, but I couldn’t stop to check. I had to get the fuck out of Richmond fast.
After getting out of the area, I tried to maintain an average speed. I was hoping none of the drivers on the road got a look at my license plate, even though I wasn’t gon’ trip off that. I needed to get some medical help ASAP. I started feeling cold. Then I began to shiver. I cut the heat on, so I could warm up a little. Soon, I was beginning to feel dizzy. I was almost at my boy’s crib, so I tried my best to stay focused.
I arrived at G’s crib five minutes later and parked. Then I called his phone.
“Yo.”
“Yo, son, open up the garage. I need to bring in the truck.”
I waited a few seconds before the garage opened. He had a three-car garage, so I drove in and parked. Then I got out of the truck and walked up the stairs. He was standing at the top of the stairs looking at me.
“Yo, you good, son?”
“Nah, yo. I got shot.” I stumbled to the kitchen and took a seat.
“Yo, son, you bleedin’ bad. What the fuck happened, B?” He walked over to me.
“Yo, call that doctor out here.”
“A’ight.”
He quickly walked off, talking to the doctor. I pulled off my shirt. It was soaked with blood.
“Yo, son, rip this and tie it for me.”
“Yo, this shit bad, yo. The doc says he can be here in twenty-five minutes. He had some other nigga to deal with.”
“Oh shit.” I was in so much pain, and it was getting unbearable.
“Yo, pour me something strong.”
“I got some Jamaican white rum.”
“Yeah, pour me some of that shit.”
I grabbed the glass and took two big gulps. Shit, I forgot how strong that rum was. It burned my throat going down.
“Fuck, yo, this nigga needs to come on, B.”
“Yo, nigga, what the fuck happened? Who we need to go kill?”
“Nigga, that bitch Tesha that you fucked before set me up. Bitch had three niggas in the crib to rob me.”
“What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout, nigga?” He shot me a strange look.
I went on to tell him everything that happened. Nah, let me correct that . . . almost everything. I left out the part where I fucked her. G had smashed her a couple of times before.
“Yo, what the fuck she doin’ at yo’ crib, yo? You was fuckin’ her?”
“Yo, nigga, Akila locked up, and she must’ve left her there. I had no idea the bitch was at my crib. Yo, that bitch set me up. I had to body that bitch and two of them niggas. Me and the third nigga got into a shoot-out. I shot him a few times, and I got hit.”
Before he could respond, the doorbell rang, and he hurried off. He returned a few minutes later with the doctor. I was happy to see this nigga. Hopefully, the pain will ease up after he gets this bullet out.
* * *
After the doctor patched me up, he gave me a shot of morphine. I was out instantly and slept for a minute. When I woke up, it was well into the night.
“Nigga, I thought yo’ ass was dead on my couch,” G joked as he handed me a glass of liquor.
“Yo, nigga, that was some good shit Doc gave me.”
“Yeah, nigga. And he left you some Percs for the pain. He said for you to take it easy.”
I looked at my arm. It was neatly bandaged up. I couldn’t move it, but I was happy the pain was at a minimum right now ’cause earlier, a nigga was on the verge of bawling out for real.
“Yo, nigga, while you were asleep, I went by your crib. I ain’t see no police or nothing. So, I went inside from the back. After seeing the three bodies, I got my cleanup team on it ASAP. I then torched the shit. I was parked across the street when the fire truck came, and it was almost flat by then. They couldn’t save it. But the best part is nobody will ever find them niggas.”
“Good looking out, bro.”
“Shit, nigga, you were fucked up, so I had to get the cleanup crew out there and make sure everything was wiped clean. No trace that you were ever there. Oh, my bad, y’all’s rides are burned too.”
I looked at that nigga. Shit, that was a brand-new whip. Shit, Akila’s car was in the garage too. Fuck. Akila . . . That bitch did say she was in jail.
“Aye, son, you still fucking that chick Mercedez?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I need her to go bond Akila out of jail for me.”
“A’ight, I’ma hit her now.”
I took my phone out, hit the bail bonds dude up, and let him know the situation. I told him I needed this done now. After I disconnected the phone, I finished drinking the liquor.
“Son, I need to get rid of the truck too.”
“Word?”
“Yeah, too many people were around when me and that last nigga got in the shoot-out. I can’t risk one of them getting that license plate and shit. Just bring that shit to the chop shop and drop it off.”
“A’ight. I’ma call them, let them come tow it and take it to the shop.”
We sat there kicking it and talking about how all this craziness was hitting us at once. First, my brother got murdered, and now this.
“Yo, son, I know we makin’ a killing out here, but shit’s getting hot. I think it’s only a matter of time before the fucking Feds start looking at some shit. So I think we should get rid of all the shit we have now, close up shop, and get the fuck out of here.”
“Yo, nigga, I ain’t going nowhere until I find the niggas that killed Rio. Yo, if you feel it’s too hot for you out here, you can bounce, but I’m out here until all them niggas dead,” I yelled.
“Son, calm the fuck down. I was just looking out for you. I mean, I know them niggas need to pay for what they did to Rio, but shit is getting hot. We can leave for a minute, then come back to handle them niggas once shit calm down.”
“Nigga, I already told you, I’m not going nowhere. So, do what you got to do.” I was starting to get angry at this nigga. I wasn’t feeling what he was saying at all. This shit had me side-eying his ass.
“Bro, my bad. I ain’t going nowhere. You already know I’m riding all the way.”
“Yo, can you check if the bitch left to go get Akila?”
He got on the phone and then hung up a few seconds later.
“They at the jail now getting her. Yo, you don’t think Akila gon’ trip off her house and whip being gone?”
“Yo, a house and whip ain’t nothing. Tomorrow, she can go house and car shopping again.”
“Just making sure. These bitches know too much. Her and that other bitch, Dreema.”
“Yo, let me deal with my hoes. You need to worry about finding out who killed my motherfucking brother. With all that money, ain’t nobody saying nothing yet?”
“Yo, I put it out there. I’m waiting to hear from this one CI that I be working with. He told me yesterday to give him a few days, and he’ll have something for sure.”
“A’ight, bet.”
I was kind of tight that they burned down the crib. I had a couple of stacks in the safe. Shit, that was money that I could’ve used. But I quickly dismissed that feeling. I know my nigga did what he thought was best for me. I can’t do nothing but appreciate him for looking out.