TRIGGER FINALLY WALKED OUT of Atlanta’s main jail, along with three other inmates, after finishing out the rest of his jail sentence. Trigger quickly broke off from the others and walked out onto the side. He heard a homeboy from his unit call out to him as he began walking out toward the street.
“Hey, yo, lil’ bruh!” a familiar voice yelled out.
Trigger looked back over his right shoulder and instantly recognized the dude walking toward him from across the street. The young man was dressed in dark black jeans, a white T-shirt, a black blazer leather jacket, and a white and black fitted Yankees cap. Trigger broke out in a smile as the guy got closer.
“My muthafucking brother!”
Trigger threw his arms around Boss, who gripped him in a tight embrace. Trigger held his only true friend and brother, even if they didn’t share the same blood. He broke their embrace after a moment with tears running down his face.
“Come on, lil’ bruh!” Boss said, dropping his arms across Trigger’s shoulder as the two of them started back across the street. “You hungry, playboy?”
“Hell yeah!” Trigger yelled, causing Boss to burst out laughing. Trigger shook his head and smiled, and then asked, “How long you been out here?”
“Long enough!” Boss answered as he stopped beside a white and lime-green colored Suzuki motorcycle.
“Yo!” Trigger cried all hyped up after instantly recognizing the Suzuki GSX–R1000R sports bike.
He then looked over at the shadow-gray Ducati SuperSport S sports bike.
“Big bruh, who’s shit is these?”
“They ours!” Boss answered as he tossed Trigger the key to the Suzuki. “That’s your bike, lil’ bruh! I know you like them shits! Let’s go eat, and then I wanna introduce you to some people.”
Trigger was still smiling when he picked up the bike helmet and then climbed on. He started up the Suzuki and then pushed down the dark-tinted helmet shield, just as Boss rode past him on his Ducati. Trigger pulled off behind Boss and felt the power from the Suzuki. He then slowed to a stop at the corner after Boss took off and made a left turn. He gave the bike some gas, pulled out, and picked up speed, hearing the strength from the engine.
* * *
Vanity heard knocking at the room door as she was walking out of the bathroom. She started toward the front of the suite, only to hear her cell phone begin to ring. She quickly answered the door and saw that it was Eazy standing there. She then rushed back across the suite to pick up her phone on the bed.
“Hello!” she answered.
“Where you at, Vanity?” Malcolm asked her.
“What do you want?” Vanity asked, looking over at Eazy, who was on his phone texting someone. “Why are you even calling me? I’ve told you I’m seeing someone.”
“Vanity, we need to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about, Malcolm!”
“Who the fuck is you yelling at?” Malcolm yelled back. “I don’t know what’s up with you, but whoever this nigga is, you—!”
“You don’t want no problems with my man, Malcolm! I’m telling you one last time. Don’t call me, and leave me the fuck alone!”
Vanity hung up the phone on him and slammed it down onto the mattress. She looked over at Eazy, who had something to say.
“You told Boss about this nigga Malcolm stressing you?”
Vanity shook her head.
“I don’t want Boss and Malcolm getting into it, Eazy. I know how Malcolm can be, but I’ve seen that other side of Boss, and I can only see bad shit coming out of all of it!”
“Let me ask you something, Vanity. You know how both Malcolm and Boss are, but who’s your man?”
“You know Boss is my babe.”
“So your loyalty is to Boss or Malcolm?”
“What type of question is that?” Vanity asked in anger. “You know my loyalty is fully to Boss.”
“Alright. So why keep your man in the blind? Put my nigga on point then!”
Vanity heard her room door unlocking. When she looked up, she saw Boss walking inside. She broke into a smile and walked over to him from the bed and gave him a kiss.
“God damn!” Trigger said in disbelief as he stared at the five-foot-four, 34D-25-42, thick-as-hell and fine-as-hell female who was all over Boss.
Boss smiled after ending the kiss with Vanity and seeing the look on Trigger’s face. “Trigger, this is my girl, Vanity, and the homeboy against the wall over there is my nigga Eazy!” Boss introduced.
“So, this is the trigger-happy Trigger!” Eazy stated as he and Trigger dapped up. “Boss told me a lot about you, my nigga.”
“He told me about you too, playboy,” Trigger replied. “My brother also told me about you, but he ain’t tell me you was this fine, shorty! Please tell me you got a sister or a friend that looks exactly like you,” Trigger said as he turned and looked at Vanity.
“Sorry!” Vanity told him with a smile. “But you’re cute, and I may have a friend who would like you. I’ll introduce you to her when we get back to Miami.”
“That’s what’s up!” Trigger replied, still smiling.
“Yo, Boss!” Eazy spoke up, grabbing his attention. “Bruh, we have a problem back in Miami!”
“What’s good,” Boss asked, losing his smile.
“Rico just hit me up a few minutes ago. Word is that Travis White is in town and just had a sit-down with all the names in Miami. But both Malcolm and Travis White are supposedly working together to find out who killed Victor White and who’s behind the blue devils.”
“Whoa! Wait up!” Trigger spoke up. “Who the fuck is Travis White and Malcolm, and I heard another name too. Victor something?”
“White!” Boss finished for Trigger, but then he said, “I’ll explain what’s up after we meet back up with Murphy to pick up this work.”
“You ready to go, babe?” Vanity asked Boss.
“Yeah! Grab our bags, shorty!” Boss told her.
Boss then walked over to his black leather backpack that sat on top of the round table on the far right side of the room. He went inside the bag and pulled out two semi-automatic Glock .19s, and then walked back over to Trigger and handed him the two bangers.
“I figure you’ll love these, lil’ bruh. They’re yours!”
Trigger smiled as he took both Glocks and looked over both pieces. “This is what the fuck I’m talking about!” Trigger said.
* * *
“I’m coming!” Brandi heard from inside the apartment.
She stood outside of Erica’s apartment a few minutes, when the front door finally swung open.
“Brandi! Hey, girl!” Erica cried as she and Brandi hugged each other.
She allowed her friend inside the apartment and asked, “Where you been at? I called you and got your voice message.”
“I left and went back to Oakland to see my mom and sister for a little while,” Brandi told her as the two of them walked into the front room and sat down.
“You seen ReSean?” Erica asked. “Brandi, Boss and Eazy left town on business, girl. They should be back probably late tonight or tomorrow morning.” Erica sighed softly.
“Did he change his number? I tried calling him a few times, and it said his phone wasn’t in service.”
“Brandi!” Erica said, getting up and moving over to sit beside her friend. “Boss changed his number because Vanity wanted him to.”
“Vanity wanted him to?” Brandi asked, with her face balled up in anger. “Why the hell does ReSean care what . . . what! ReSean’s with Vanity now, Erica?”
“Brandi, you—!”
“Just answer the question, Erica!”
“Vanity is Boss’s girlfriend, and she even lives with him now!” Erica admitted with a loud sigh.
“I knew his lying ass wanted that bitch!” Brandi spit angrily. “All that shit he told me was a lie!”
“Brandi, come on!” Erica begged. “You basically pushed Boss away! All he asked—!”
“You taking his side now?” Brandi asked in a nasty tone. “You’ve only known his ass a little over a month and a half, and you’re taking his side over mine?”
“Brandi, it’s not about taking sides, and you know it! Boss tried to talk to you, and you hung up on him. He told me what happened between you two. But while you was acting stupid, Vanity was showing him that he was important to her, and she was willing to give him whatever he wanted. In return, he gave her what she wanted. Himself!”
“I see you’re a fan not only of ReSean now, but of that bitch Vanity too!” Brandi told Erica as she stood up from her seat. “It’s fine though! Since ReSean wants to be nasty, I can be nasty too! Just let him know that I got something for his ass!”
“Brandi!” Erica cried out to her friend as Brandi stormed off.
Erica stood up from her seat just as Brandi was snatching open the front door and slamming it shut behind her, leaving the apartment.
Erica dropped back down into the couch with a heavy-sounding sigh. She sat there a few minutes thinking before she got up, headed to her bedroom, and grabbed her cell phone to call Eazy.
* * *
Boss made the drive back from Atlanta and headed to Miami. He rode with Vanity inside the Toyota Highlander that he rented for the trip to Georgia. He shifted his eyes over to his right mirror and looked back at Eazy and Trigger driving the new Chevy Silverado 1500 Z71 crew cab truck that he had bought for Trigger. Eazy and Trigger were transporting the Ducati and Suzuki bikes back to Miami in it.
“Babe, what’s on your mind?” Vanity asked, after closely watching Boss the last ten minutes.
Boss turned his head and looked over at Vanity, just as she looked over to him.
“I’m just thinking, shorty. I’m good though!” he finally replied.
“You thinking about your mother again?”
“Not really! I was thinking about the work we got in here with us, and also about this shit with Travis White and Malcolm’s ass!”
“You think there’s going to be trouble?”
“I’m guessing there may!” Boss answered, just as his phone woke up. When he pulled out his iPhone, he saw Eazy was calling. “Yeah!”
“Bruh! Erica just hit me up, and she says Brandi came by looking for you. But get this! Erica said she told Brandi about you and Vanity, and Brandi tripped out, my nigga! She sent out a message.”
“I’m listening.”
“She says since you wanna be nasty, she’ll be nasty too, my nigga! Supposedly she got something for you, or something like that.”
“Got something for me, huh?” Boss repeated. “I’ll deal with that once we get back to Miami.”
Boss hung up with Eazy and slid his phone back inside its case on his waist. He then looked over at Vanity.
“What happens now, Boss?” she asked.
“Mother—!” Boss started, but thought about his answer and then admitted, “Brandi sent me a message. She found out about us and said she had something for me!”
“That bitch better go ahead about her business before she gets her ass beat!” Vanity stated, upset just by the thought of Brandi.