Chapter 8 #3
Lovingly, I said, “I’m in Georgia. I didn’t run off.
Well, I did, but not from y’all. I need to become a gangsta bitch for a bit, and I didn’t need him in on it.
Don’t tell him anything. Go to Min and tell her this.
‘I’m cooking breakfast at a house that doesn’t know I can be a devil.
’ She’ll know how to soothe your father.
I’ll be back as soon as I wrap up allathis shit. ”
“You promise?” he asked as King hollered for Kingdon to get The Quad Ts on the phone.
“I promise.” I smiled, which quickly went away when I saw Tiberius’s truck eating up the highway a few feet from me.
“Shit,” I hissed, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“What’s wrong?” August Junior asked as I couldn’t slow down. I had to speed by Tiberius. However, he had some shit under the hood that could hawk me down in seconds and stay on my ass.
“Momma, what’s wrong?” August Junior asked more worriedly.
“King ordered Kingdon to call The Quad Ts. I’m closing in on Tiberius now. Meaning, your father will know I’m in Georgia. Get off the phone with me and go to Min. I don’t need your father, King, and Kingdon coming this way. I can handle this. Okay?” I told him, hoping everything went my way.
“Once they’ve locked eyes on you, they’ll follow you. I’m going to tell Min now. Be safe. I love you,” he spoke with so much conviction that it would sit on my spine well after I’ve gone to Hell.
“I love you more,” I told him, hovering my pinky finger over the end button.
“See you later.”
“See you later,” I responded before slapping the end button.
The blasting of Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz’s “Who U Wit’” made my need to get away from Tiberius high on the menu.
Sitting up as if I had to shit, I slammed my average-sized foot on the pedal.
I locked eyes with the back end of a truck that the love of his life and her sister-in-law, Nicoria, rode like it was a gotdamn horse.
As I zipped by the dark-tinted window vehicle, Tiberius’ truck lights flashed. With flashing lights came the interruption of my music.
‘My Cloaked Knight’ displayed on my radio screen. I didn’t answer; there was no need. He knew I was safe, and if Thiago’s ass was in the truck, he would keep August updated.
For forty miles, Tiberius was on my ass, no longer flashing his lights. Their mission to capture my siblings would be done through me after I smoked their asses out of their holes, which I felt needed to be done first since I was being tailed.
“Change of plans, gotdamn it,” I hissed, sliding into Columbus like I had some sense. No music and absolutely no speeding.
I need to stir up some shit. The best way to do that is to blow up some shit. The best place to start is the possible place I think my brothers are hiding, I thought, sliding around a steep curve, barely pressing the brakes.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I laughed as Tiberius’s truck was on my ass.
It wasn’t the oldest, second-to-oldest, or third-oldest brother driving.
It was the insane one, the baby, Thiago.
I knew Tiberius was a fussing man close to shitting in his drawls while Thames and Tobias prayed and hung on for dear life.
“You’d better know how to handle this road, Thiago. This is my territory now.” I bragged, gunning for the abandoned apartments sitting between the south and southeastern side of town.
Halfway to my destination, an eerie feeling overcame me.
I kept my eyes on the area that my siblings and I ran through when we had to get away from niggas we stole from.
I couldn’t see anything since it was still dark.
It was heavy on my heart to stay close to that area.
I felt one or all my brothers were ducked off in the loosely wooded area.
Needing to be irrational to get some shit on and popping, I made sure there weren’t any cars behind Tiberius’ truck before I made an illegal driving move.
Seeing no cars were behind them, I removed my foot from the pedal and dug into my gold knapsack for two grenades. With my comfort items in my hand, I stopped in the middle of the road. When I rushed to open the door, Thiago’s rowdy laughter stormed into the atmosphere.
“Guh, yo’ nigga finna morgue that pussy. He hotta than water in fish grease. Them niggas on the way over here.”
“I figured that,” I told him, looking at the dark area that made me feel something was going on inside.
“You know we tailin’ you, right?” he asked, sticking his head out of the window and rubbing his beard.
“Yep.” I nodded, rising on my tiptoes and pulling the pin out of the grenade.
“He in my ear.” Thiago held out as if intrigued.
“I’m sure of that as well,” I rushed to say, running on my tiptoes and keeping my eyes on the wooded area that I wished I could see better.
“If you fucking hear me, bitches, you know I’m finna make it sound like we are in the Middle East at the wrong gotdamn time!
You bitches got my name tangled in some shit!
I don’t like thattttt! You ain’t gotta come out and face me!
Bitches, I’m coming up in there to get you!
” I bellowed, running past Tiberius’ truck as all inside looked at me as I slung the first grenade.
“I’m coming for all you, bitches! I ain’t to be fucked with! You know this! I’m a gotdamn mom and fiancée! I don’t have time for y’all’s fuck shit! I ain’t finna do too much gotdamn talking either! Lips closed!” I hollered, slinging another grenade far from the first one.
“Monaaaaaaa!” my oldest brother hollered, distraught, as the booms and crackling of split wood were beautiful music to my ears.
While running as fast as I could back to my truck, I plotted the easiest way to get to the bum ass niggas who needed to be in the truck with The Quad Ts.
After sliding harshly into my vehicle, not giving a damn about closing my door, I skirted toward the small opening with baby trees decorating the forest-like area.
Thiago was on my ass, which wasn’t a good thing. I was liable to slam on the brakes.
When I finally locked onto the idiots, wearing bright colored clothing, it was heavy on my heart to run them down.
Yet, I couldn’t. They were my lifelines at one point.
Seeing the dusty, loc’d, matted head niggas who could’ve been better criminals if they had listened and paid attention to how I moved, I felt sorry for them.
They had many great women they could’ve turned to, who could’ve helped them build a better life.
But they chose something they weren’t meant to do long-term.
Needing them to stop moving so they could be handled accordingly, I swerved in front of the idiots as Thiago was behind them.
Pulling out my favorite stolen stick, I aimed it at the oldest idiot and said, “Ray, you got Dropo at my neck. All y’all’s IDs were left at his stash house.
Why would you go for a nigga like him, knowing y’all don’t think shit through?
You are in folk’s paperwork and shit. So, you are a snitch now?
On top of that shit, another dope nigga, y’all stole from has a ticket over y’all’s heads. ”
“I opted to hit up Dropo to get you from that nigga that took you away,” he said, pissing me off.
“I told y’all I didn’t want to do this anymore.
I never did. August is pissed, Ray. He’s coming, and he’s not going to play the radio.
He damn sho’ isn’t going to overlook y’all looking out for me when our parents did the most. He got it out for them also.
Y’all took shit too far when you put me in the middle of fuckery just to get me back here.
Y’all ain’t no better than our parents by doing that.
Being a snitch or affiliated with one has never been my thing, and y’all’s asses know this,” I reasoned, hating what I needed to do.
“On the way here, I said I wasn’t going to do too much talking. Lips closed.”
At once, all fearfully said, “Mon—”
One by one, my brothers’ knees kissed the ground. As they howled in pain, The Quad Ts looked at me and said, “We got it from here.”
“No, the fuck y’all don’t. This is how shit will go.
Two of you will ride with me after I’ve secured three of those idiots in my hatch.
The others will be in your hatch, Tiberius.
Y’all can do whatever my man says to them, other than killing them.
That’s non-negotiable. Let’s go. I’m sure police will be out here soon,” I ordered, grabbing Ray’s leg.
While I dragged my dumb ass brother to my truck, Thiago grabbed my second and third oldest brothers’ left ankles. Dragging them in my direction, he chuckled. “Ooouu, us niggas know we like ‘em ruffa than the bottom of a nigga’s feet who’on like to make sho’ they healthy.”