23. Solace
Chapter Twenty-Three
SOLACE
Three weeks later….
I sat up in my bed and stretched, I stared at the beautiful Latino women that I had taken home last night.
I finally lived out one of my sexual fantasies and that was to have a threesome.
I got up to take care of my hygiene and checked my phone that was on the bathroom countertop.
It was a message from my wife saying her and my kids had boarded the plane to really leave me for good. I thought it was for the best anyways.
My whole marriage, I was living like a single man.
I loved my kids but after them seeing Debo punk me out, I started feeling less of a man.
My wife no longer looked at me as her protector and she wanted out, so I didn’t put up a fight.
I let her ass walk, I would miss popping up at what I called home and getting home-cooked meals and sliding inside of her whenever I wanted to.
I had to face reality; I didn’t have the time for my family.
I was trying to find ways to move my own ranking up and secure my place with Ream in the dynasty.
Lately, he had been distant as fuck and letting that bitch ass nigga Solo do all the talking.
I planned on establishing myself better with Ream so I could finally get what I always wanted and that was more power.
When it was time to do reports and break down the numbers Solo was in attendance.
Kat had informed me that she was taking a step down to focus on being a mother and that she planned on moving.
She told me how she didn’t like the fact that Ream thought someone apart of his immediate crew was a leak.
I understand her not wanting any trouble but thought she was making herself look suspect as fuck.
That was better for me. When I asked Solo what had happened to Mattea he wouldn’t respond.
So, I felt like I was in the clear, I was just paranoid because I knew I was in fact the leak.
Today I was supposed to be finally meeting up with Ream to go over a new project that he wanted me in on.
He sounded happy about it saying it was going to bring lots of money to our already fat pockets.
After stepping out of the shower and going back into my room to get dressed, I woke the hoes up to let them know it was time to go.
Jumping inside of my new Camaro, I sped to the warehouse and made it there in record time to meet with Ream.
Walking inside, it was empty just him and I. I made my way up to him and shook his hand.
“Out of all these years of knowing you… I never saw you look like something was bothering you. What’s good nigga?
” I asked after I embraced him. Today he was dressed down in some Dior sweats with a matching Dior shirt.
I didn’t know the kind of expensive sneakers he had on his feet; his shit was always exclusive.
“Ain’t shit good, just lost my grandfather last night.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around that.
” He stated flatly and my stomach dropped.
Ream talked about his grandfather more than he did his own dad.
I could only imagine how the funeral would be.
Mapheal Powers was a legend amongst the Mafia and was considered that nigga.
“Damn man… my condolences.” I placed my hand over my chest.
“Good looking, now come take a ride with ya boy so I can put you on this new money venture. I ain’t even told Solo about this shit.” He gave a half smile as my ears perked up. I rubbed my hands together like Birdman and followed him out of the warehouse.
After riding around with him for what seemed like forever, we made small talk as he revealed his so-called plans.
I wasn’t impressed by what this nigga was trying to put me on to.
A fucking studio, the shit was fly as fuck, but I wasn’t no studio type of nigga.
I wanted street fame, I wanted to be a part of the drugs.
Niggas needed to fear me just like they feared Ream and Solo.
I needed a fair chance at proving myself.
Ream showing me a fucking studio on his phone was like a slap to my face.
Of course, he wouldn’t dare show Solo any hoe shit like this. I sat in the back seat as I noticed the driver doing a detour.
“I know you want to be a part of the weight the dynasty moves, trust the studio gone move more weight than what Solo puts out on the streets.” He tapped my shoulder, and I couldn’t help myself, I was grinning like a kid.
“I was bout to say, man, running a studio ain’t some shit that I would be into. I wanna be over the big shit.” I dapped him up.
“Yea, I figured you would man.” I noticed turbulence as the car drove through bushes and dirt.
“I had some other shit I needed to show you. This where we gone bury all the money we make from the drugs at the studio. I already had some young niggas dig up some spots, shit took them a while to dig up ten inches worth of dirt. I hope you paid attention to how we got here.” He gave me a serious look, sparking up a blunt, he took a couple of hits and then passed it to me.
I couldn’t hide the excitement cause this nigga was finally realizing that I was the one that should’ve been over more things when it came to the dynasty.
“I know it’s been taking so long to put you in a position you’ve been wanting for years now.
I appreciate your loyalty and how you handle the hits and missions.
Nobody handled that shit like you. You have always been loyal and for that, I plan on placing someone else over the hits and missions.
” Finally stepping outside, I looked around and saw the big ass ditch that was dug up.
I trekked away from the car and observed it.
Shit, I can actually kill that nigga Solo and bury his ass in here.
Shaking off my thoughts, I was still plotting a way to get to Solo.
It was good that Ream was finally trying to put me on, I just couldn’t forget all the disrespect and bullshit that Solo had done towards me.
“Don’t turn around nigga.” My heart dropped as I swallowed spit.
“I’ve known you since a youngin’, longer than I knew Solo and you end up being a disloyal bitch ass nigga.
” Ream’s voice held no emotion, it remained in the same calm monotone that he loved to talk in.
“You always been a dumb ass thirsty nigga, when it came to hoes, when it came to how we got money and everything else. You make dumb ass decisions and that is why you could never be in charge of some big shit like drugs.” He chuckled when he discovered that I pissed myself.
I never imagined myself going out like this, even with all the shit I did, I didn’t feel like it was that unforgivable.
You always hear stories about niggas getting killed behind disloyalty, I guess I never imagined my shit would catch up to me.
“You got punked by a nigga that’s twenty-one years old.
Nigga made you turn on a nigga that done had yo back for over a decade.
” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and prayed hard that I had a little hope to make it out alive “Fuck the long speeches and all that other shit. Turn yo pussy ass around and face me like a man. I ain’t gon’ shoot you in ya back like you hit me and mine.
” I slowly turned with my hands held high into the air.
Facing Ream, I knew there was no hope for me, he had no look of sorrow on his face.
I tried to plead and let him know why I did it hoping it would spare my life.
“That nigga Debo is a sick ass nigga! He had some young niggas fuck my wife! He had me beat up in front of my kids! I was going to figure a way to get everything he got you and Hector for back! I just needed a way for him to leave my family alone bro I swear, I know what this shit looks like. I promise it ain’t that, Christian we boys, man-”
“Death before dishonor nigga.” I stood frozen in place because I didn’t think he had it in him to actually kill me.
I was wrong, everything happened too fast. The first bullet hit me in my stomach causing me to look down and stumble back as I felt my insides move around and shift.
Blood spilled from my mouth as I choked and coughed and lost my balance falling all the way down the deep ditch.
I couldn’t even imagine getting out of here, but I would try.
Everything sounded muffled, I could feel dirt being thrown on top of me covering my body leaving my face free.
I struggled with every breath I tried to take.
I looked up for the last time and saw Solo standing next to Ream with a smug look on his face.
“Death before dishonor pussy.” His spit landed right on my nose and mouth. I felt myself drifting away. Ream lifted his arm and pointed the gun at my face, and everything froze in place, then turned dark.