Chapter 41
Closed Trap, Open Corpse
It was 5:00 AM, and I was sitting at my counter with a heavy mind.
Part of me wanted to pack everything up and move with Mercedes.
The other half just wanted to do what was right and end things with Mario.
I had told Mario I was on the way an hour ago.
Don had left at 1:00 AM to spend a few days in Mexico with his grandfather.
I grabbed my keys, got in my car, and headed to Mario's house.
When I pulled in, I sat in the car for 25 minutes.
I really wanted to pull off—something didn’t feel right.
I inhaled and exhaled, then finally got out of the car.
I knocked on the door, and Mario answered wearing only his boxers.
He kissed me passionately, and I held him in my arms like my life depended on it.
"Damn, you must've missed me. That nigga ain't hitting it right," he said.
"Where is everyone at? I’m surprised a lot of people aren't here."
"I closed the trap when you said you were on the way," he replied. "I respect your wishes on being private. I also talked to Clo about working with him so I won’t have any dealings with your nigga."
It was too late; I had already made up my mind that this was over. He rolled a blunt. I don’t usually smoke, but I even smoked with him to relax.
He started kissing on my neck, and I let out a soft moan.
"You gonna give a nigga some, June? I've been waiting," he said.
I got up and sat on top of him, kissed him, and rocked my hips slowly and softly.
"I’m gonna really miss you," slipped from my lips.
"What do you mean, baby? I ain’t going nowhere," he said.
I got up from on top of him. "You're making this so hard!" I yelled with tears pouring down my face.
"Is it because I’m two years younger than you? Or is it because that nigga got money?"
"I love him, Rio. I love you too, but I really love him," I said.
He bent me over and pulled my panties down. He rammed himself into me hard, to the point it felt like it ripped a little.
"Damn, why you fucking me like this?" I yelled out.
"So you can always run back. This my pussy," he said while grinding in circles. It felt so good I was on the edge of coming.
He kept the same motion, and then I heard the back door open. He was so into it he just kept stroking.
"Hold on, Rio."
He paused, and then we both looked up to a gun in our faces.
"Get the fuck up, pussy-ass nigga. You closed the trap to fuck this maggot-ass bitch."
I started shaking and hyperventilating. The gunman grabbed Rio and pushed him onto the couch.
"Where is the dope and the money?" he asked.
"Ronnie, I always knew you was a bitch-ass nigga. That gun doesn't make you hard, foo."
The gunman fired shots—so many times. The room started spinning and my ears started ringing. He walked to the back and grabbed whatever he was looking for. I looked over to Rio, who was dead. My heart ached.
"Bitch, speak on me and your nigga, and everyone will know what type of greedy hoe you are!" he shouted, walking out like nothing happened with a duffel bag in his hand.
I called Tammy, but she didn’t answer. I drove to Mercedes's house, knowing she was already on the way to work. I crawled into my bed and cried myself to sleep.