Solé Gardens #3
Blaqson stepped closer and put his own gun where the nigga could see it. “He asked where the keys at,” Blaq said. “Quit makin’ this shit harder than it gotta be.”
For the first time, I was close enough to really look at the nigga Sha’Nelle kept choosin’ over me, and it wasn’t shit fly about this nigga.
I studied the side of his face while anger crawled through every part of me. This was the nigga touchin’ my woman. This was the nigga commentin’ under her pictures, sittin’ with her family and walkin’ around thinkin’ he had won some shit ‘cause she ain’t get on that plane with me.
“I should kill yo’ ass right here,” I told him, pressin’ the gun harder against his head.
“Keys,” Blaqson repeated while lookin’ around the room.
The nigga nodded toward a table near the door, and Blaq found them under a stack of mail. Once he had the keys, I pulled the nigga away from the wall and marched him outside with my gun still pressed against him.
“Bitch if you make any type of noise, I’mma take yo’ shit off yo’ neck.”
He kept tryna figure out what we wanted, but I wasn’t explainin’ shit to him. The message wasn’t for him anyway.
When we got near his car, he looked between me and Blaq before speakin’ again.
“Say, y’all ain’t gotta do all this shit,” he said. “If y’all need money, I got money.”
I stopped walkin’ and pushed the gun against his temple until his head tilted.
“Nigga, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gon’ put so many holes in yo’ ass yo’ family gon’ need a picture to figure out who you was.”
His whole body stiffened when I said that shit.
Blaq opened the trunk, and I shoved the nigga toward it. He caught himself against the edge and turned around before I could force him inside.
“I ain’t gettin’ in my own trunk,” he told me, holdin’ my eyes through the mask. “You just gon’ have to shoot me.”
I licked my lips and looked at him for a second. Then I punched him in the stomach so hard his whole body folded. Before he could catch himself, I drove him backward into the trunk and leaned over him with the gun pointed at his face.
“Shut yo’ dumb ass up,” I told him. “You keep talkin’ like you got choices.”
Blaq helped me secure him with some zip ties and duct tape, to keep this dumb ass nigga from jumpin’ back out, then I slammed the trunk on his ass.
I stood here for a second with my hands on my hips, feelin’ my chest move while everything that had been buildin’ inside me finally had somewhere to go.
Blaqson looked at me from the other side of the car. “You know this shit crazy, right?”
“I ain’t ask you to rate it,” I replied.
“I’m just sayin’.”
“Get in the other car and follow me.”
Blaq shook his head, but he did what I told him ‘cause that was my nigga. He ain’t always agree with the shit I did, but when we was in motion, he wasn’t gon’ leave me standin’ here alone.
I got behind the wheel of this nigga’s car and drove toward Sha’Nelle’s mama’s house with Blaq followin’ behind me. Every few minutes, I could hear movement comin’ from the trunk, but I ignored it and kept drivin’.
I imagined Sha’Nelle wakin’ up, walkin’ outside and seein’ the man she called better sittin’ helpless in his own shit.
She wanted a man who gave her peace. I wanted her to understand peace only existed when somebody more dangerous allowed it.
When I reached her mama’s house, I pulled into the driveway and parked his car beside hers.
I sat here for a second lookin’ toward the house, and part of me wondered if she was up.
I wondered if Couture had told her he was comin’ over or if she was gon’ wake up confused when she saw his shit outside.
Either way, she would get the message.
I got out, shut the door and moved down the street before somebody inside could look through a window. Blaq pulled up beside me, and I climbed into the passenger seat while he took off toward where the driver was waitin’.
Neither one of us spoke until we switched cars, leavin’ the one we bought stranded, and the driver started toward the airstrip.
Blaqson pulled his mask off and looked over at me from the other side of the back seat. “What you gon’ tell Pressure when he ask how the trip went?”
“I’m gon’ tell him Greystone still dirty as fuck,” I answered while pullin’ mine off.
Blaq laughed once and shook his head. “You really dropped that nigga off at her mama house in his own trunk.”
“Since he the better nigga, she should be happy to see him.”
By the time we reached the jet, the pilot was ready and the stairs was already down. Me and Blaq boarded without wastin’ time, and the door closed behind us while the engines started.
I sat back in the seat and finally reached for my phone.
Sha’Nelle’s name was still near the top of my messages. I opened the thread and stared at the last shit between us before typin’ what I came all the way to Greystone to say.
Since he the better nigga, go get his ass.
I sent it, locked my phone and rested my head against the seat while the jet started movin’.
By the time Sha’Nelle figured out what I meant, I was already on my way back to Trill-Land like my ass had never left.