Chapter 9 #2
“So, you found a new job nigga.” Hov said, jokingly, as he put a cigar up to his lips and blew smoke out.
“Babe, I told you not to come smoke out here by my plants. That tobacco smoke is going to suffocate them.”
“Yeah, the plants can’t breathe, Babe,” I joked, making fun of their back-and-forth.
Hov shot the middle finger up at me.
“I’m sorry, mama.” He put the cigar out on the steps.
“But what up, nigga?”
“What up? I was about to come in there and tell you I was out here, but I started getting bossed around by your wife.”
“Well, she is the boss around here.” He shrugged his shoulders.
"But I knew you were out here. Shid, I knew when you were on your way up the street.”
I shook the last bit of mulch onto the ground and folded up the empty bag, dropping it into the nearby trash bag. I walked toward Hov and slapped hands with him.
“Come inside, though, we got some shit to discuss. Baby, you good out here?”
“Yeah, I’m almost finished, and then I’ll be in there in a minute to start dinner.”
“Alright, love you, mama.”
“Love you too.”
Hov walked ahead of me toward the back room, and I followed him inside. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I could tell the room wasn’t meant for sleeping anymore.
There was a regular office desk sitting against the wall, dark wood, clean top.
A laptop sat in the middle, a notepad next to it, and a pen laid out like he actually used the shit.
Two solid chairs were lined up in front of the desk, pushed in neat.
Behind it was a basic office chair with wheels, the kind you sit in for hours.
Against the back wall was a tall bookshelf, empty as hell.
No books, no papers, and just one globe sitting in the middle of the shelf.
The walls were plain, no pictures, no decorations.
The room looked like a workspace, straight up.
Somewhere you come to sit down, talk business, and get shit done.
No comfort, no personal touches, just furniture and space.
I’d never been in here before. Didn’t even know this room exist.
“Who the fuck do you think you is? AlCapone nigga?”
“I think I’m a businessman, that’s who.”
Hov plopped down in his seat.
“Oh, I didn’t know you needed a desk and a bookshelf to sell drugs. What’s the globe for?”
“I’m trying to sell everything, and the globe is to remind me that I have way more than New York to take over.”
“Shit, I hear that. I need to find something besides the streets, too, especially with my son and little mama here now.”
“Your daughter is pretty as hell, bro. I’m missing her already, and she’s only my goddaughter. I wanted to block P ass in that room this morning, but Ciara told me I had to let her go.”
“Yeah, hopefully she can get her to come back over here, at least until I find us somewhere to go that’s safe, because I know she doesn’t think she’s good for too long in Castle Hill.
And when I find somewhere, I don’t know if I’ll ever let anybody know where I stay.
No deliveries, no visitors well, except y’all.
I probably won’t even let my sisters know where I live.
Quatar nem got my location too easy if you ask me. ”
“Yeah, that’s still a mystery on how they did that shit. I’m trying to figure it out too. But I called you in here to talk about those niggas. You know, I had Scotty looking around town, trying to find us some type of collateral, right?”
“Yeah, and what did he come up with?”
“He didn’t find any closer spots to them yet, but he does know where Mecca’s granddaughter goes to day care. It’s a spot over in Harlem.”
“Oh yeah? You trying to go snatch up the little girl?” I chunked my chin back because Hov always said no kids involved in the past.
“Nah, he got word from a girl that used to work there that all of Mecca’s grandkids have asthma and get their asthma prescriptions filled at a small pharmacy close to the day care. I figure we go in there, raid their systems for addresses, and pay them an unexpected visit sometime soon.”
“How do you know that they have their correct address on file?”
“I don’t know, but at this point, I’m desperate for moves to be made. I don’t like that we're at a standstill with them niggas so far,” Hov leaned back in his chair.
“Yeah, me either. I'm itching to scratch them niggas.”
My phone chimed in my pocket, and from the ringtone alone, I knew it was my burner phone. The one Elijah thought belonged to No Money.
I pulled the phone out, seeing that it was one of very many niggas I needed to kill, even though he was a small fish in my sea of problems right now.
Elijah: I’m back in New York because they said my mama is sick with pneumonia, and it’s bad.
I’m coming to see her. And if you want, we can link up and do that little hit on the Quatar family if your information is still good.
I need to make enough money to disappear again and take care of my people, especially if my mama needs medicine, or worse a casket.
So, get back with me back asap if you’re serious about setting that up.
He reminded me I hadn’t gone over to give Efunny any water in a few days.
Me: That’s what’s up. Let me know where to meet you. I’m for sho down for the hit because I’m tired of hiding here too. It’s time to get the fuck away from here, muddy.
I talked to him how her ass would.
I waited for the message to come through as Hov and I sat there at the desk in silence while he squeezed on a ball, leaning back in his chair.
When my phone chimed, and the message came through, I knew I had his ass finally. It was time to close that chapter.
Elijah: Meet me at Magenta playground at about 7:00. I’ll be there in a blue Honda.
Me: Alright, Bet.
I sent back.
“Alright, bro, I've got to roll. A killing is calling my name.”
“Who?” Hov knitted his eyebrows together.
“Let’s just say you will be happy once they are in the ground.”
“Good, I need a pick me up in the streets. Safety nigga.”
I dapped hands with Hov because I had only a couple of hours to prepare to take this nigga out.
I went back to my apartment building and walked in on Efunny with a bottle of water.
She was leaning back against the wall, singing a song to herself.
Anytime I came over here my head was on a swivel since that spot was already infiltrated.
I only dropped by here to give her ass water and crackers so she wouldn't die before I kill her.
“Crew! Big Crew, Slim Reaper,” She smiled at me, rocking from side to side.
“Don’t say my fuckin name, you caged animal.”
“Yeah, you're right. I am an animal and been an animal for too long.” She replied as I poured the bottle of water into the doggy bowl, I was feeding her out of.
“Crew, did I ever tell you that I heard them come get my ex bitch?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I tried to dismiss what she was saying.
“I heard those robbers or whoever they were who came into your spot next door and got Pernelle snake ass. I know her voice and how she sounds screaming, so I know it was her. I honestly been laughing ever since.”
She started laughing, and I kicked the bowl of water right in her face.
“Crew, you know ever since I been here, I been down on myself, up until the night they took her. It made me happy knowing that bitch is probably dead and I outlived her. Her and that fuck ass baby you say she's pregnant with. That’s exactly what y’all get.”
She laughed, and just from that alone, I was heated on instant.
I pulled out my gun and pointed it towards her forehead. I got her boy right where I want him, so she picked the wrong day to talk shit to me.
“Finally.” She spoke, still smiling, like I wasn’t standing here with a gun to her head.
“I was starting to think you were really pussy Crew.
Prolonging killing me all this time when you are supposed to be an assassin.
You know your ass will never catch Elijah because he's too smart to fall for your shit, and you will keep having to take care of me. Dumb ass clown ass nigga.” She smirked one last time before I fired three bullets into her body, wiping that smirk off her face for good.
The room was now filled with gun smoke and that funky ass stench coming off her body.
She was about to stink even worse now and I'm happy to finally have apart of this situation over with.
Because I had somewhere else to be, I pulled out my phone and dialed Scotty’s number to come and handle this dead hoe.
“Yo, what up Crew! Ayo, Scotty junior, sit your ass down, I’m not playing with you!” Scotty answered the phone, fussing at his kid.
“My bad, man. What’s up, bro?”
“Ay, I got a cleanup in the unit next door to my apartment, can you handle that for me?”
“For sure, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Let me finish eating these tacos my wife made.”
“Alright, safety. Hold on, yo.” He stopped me before I hung up the phone.
“How is baby mama and the baby doing?”
“They're alright, bruh, and lil mama good, so that’s what matters the most.”
I replied, even though I really didn’t know what the fuck either one of them had going on. All I knew was that even if I had to raise my blood pressure every day, fussing at my kids like Scotty, I could at least say that they were in the house with me.
I never in my life thought I would admit to wanting a life like Scotty’s, but I do.
I honestly want it all, so Pernelle has to bring her ass back to me so we can be a family.
Shit, thinking of another nigga in that position raising my daughter made my blood boil.
I can’t even imagine another nigga yelling at my seed.
Maybe I should consider living that family man life out with her.
Cashmier being with someone else I couldn’t control, but Pernelle, I have to.
She has my little girl. Something so precious to me that I don’t want any man thinking he can say shit to her.