Chapter 8 Gaylen “Trell” Jacobs
Taking a deep pull off the blunt I held tightly between my lips, I stared at the man Ramón, standing across from me.
He looked uncomfortable and I smiled inside.
Good. That’s just how I wanted him. To make the shit worse, I exhaled suddenly, letting the cloud of smoke hit him right in his face.
He didn’t smoke, didn’t even particularly care for the smell of weed, so I knew it annoyed him.
He stayed quiet, not quite able to hide his frown, though.
“Ya little niggas did a good job,” I said finally.
He nodded once. “They always do.”
I shrugged. That remained to be seen.
“I guess I shouldn’t give ‘em too much credit since their job was to miss them niggas. I wonder how good they would’ve done if I wanted them dead.”
He tensed for a minute, and I smirked at him.
Nigga owed me, but he wasn’t too happy for how I demanded payback.
Threatening Mekhi Venzant was not something he’d done willingly.
Shit pissed me off. This whole damn city walked like they were on eggshells around that nigga, like he was God and couldn’t be touched.
I was here to make sure he definitely got touched.
I turned my back to him, toking on the blunt yet again, my mind busy as I looked out the wall of windows.
Yeah, I could’ve probably had Mekhi and his right hand killed today, but that shit would’ve been no fun.
I wanted this nigga to know that someone was coming for him.
I wanted to hit him in all the places it hurt most. And then, I wanted him to know why I came for him.
My plans would take time, and I was going to enjoy every minute.
I turned around and was surprised to see my “guest” was still standing there.
“You got something else for me?”
He nodded slowly. “You said you wanted to know how to get to this nigga. He has a sister—”
“I know. She’s out of the country with their mama. As soon as she touches down, I’ll be making her acquaintance.” I interrupted.
“There’s another girl. Might be nothing...”
I shook my head, refusing to let him dismiss this. If there was any chance—
“Someone besides the bitches he’s fucking?” I asked sharply.
Mekhi didn’t have a girl, according to my research, but he had started to entertain one bitch more than any other.
“Is it that Samaria chick?”
Again, he shook his head. The fact that he might have information that I didn’t, didn’t sit right with me.
I’d been studying Mekhi for a while, waiting to make my move.
It took time, because he was careful. I had to hang back, watch him where I could, listen to whispers from the shadows.
That little Samaria bragged through the hood.
And the women he scorned? That saying was right about them.
It helped that a man didn’t get as rich as he was without creating enemies.
Still, I felt like I didn’t know enough, so this nigga better speak. I didn’t have time for surprises.
“Talk,” I ordered.
“There was a girl out there during the drive by. He ran to her, pulled her out of danger, covered her body.”
I shrugged.
“So? He might’ve been being a hero in the heat of the moment.”
I’d seen it happen. Some men acted on pure adrenaline and reflex. The girl could’ve been anybody.
“He went to see her afterwards, too. I had my guy do a little research...”
He paused as he pulled out his phone. Seconds later, he handed it to me, a picture of a bad ass broad on the screen. I couldn’t lie; I had to give her a second look. She was just my type—all woman with her curvy body and beautiful features. I wouldn’t mind…
“Who is this?” I asked, not even realizing I spoke out loud.
“Her name is Farrah.”
I frowned. If I had ever seen her around Mekhi, I would remember.
Maybe he had just started fucking her. For some reason, that shit bothered me.
In any case, if the nigga was risking his life and checking in on her, that was more interest than I’d seen him show in anybody.
Ms. Farrah was definitely worth investigating.
“What you know about her?”
“Not much—I can have—”
I shook my head, vetoing that idea immediately. I wanted the pleasure of finding out all about her.
“Nah, I’ll check it out,” I said. “I’ma reach out to her, see how that nigga reacts.”
“So, we even?” he asked hopefully.
I chuckled. “I’ll let you know when we even. Right now, we just getting started.”
Ramón cleared his throat before staring at me. “I’m going to be out of town a few weeks—”
“You mean ya weak ass gon’ run. If I need you, I’ll find you. Understand?” I met his eyes, refusing to look away.
He looked down first, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Yeah, I understand.”
I smiled. “Good.”