Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
AHKEEM
With sunflowers in hand, I bopped toward J’Ru and dapped him up.
“Yeah, nigga. My mama gone like these.” He ran his fingers through his beard before snatching the flowers out my hand.
“Nigga, they from me.” I snatched the flowers back.
“She barely know your ass.” He snatched the flowers from my hand again before leading the way inside the facility.
I laughed with a shake of my head as I followed him.
Just like he told me over the phone, he didn’t have to go through any security measures.
He chopped it up with the chick at the front desk and flirted with her just enough to get Silas’ brother Anthony’s room number.
“Aja gone kick your ass,” I laughed.
J’Ru smacked his lips before shrugging his shoulders. “Shorty ain’t even on my wife level. I’m just doing your ass a favor.”
We made it to his mother’s room first, and I dapped him up before he slipped inside with the flowers I bought her. I continued to stride throughout the building and took the elevator to the third floor. No one paid me any mind before I slipped right into little Anthony’s room.
The lights were dim, and as I took a look around, I could tell they tried to make it feel as at home as they possibly could. Pictures of Anthony and various family members covered the wall. I even caught a few of him and his big brother, Silas.
After his accident, Anthony became a quadriplegic.
From the information I obtained, the crash impacted his spine just enough to fuck with his speech too.
At just 27, his whole life came to a screeching halt, and now he was bed bound with a fucking diaper on.
The human in me pitied the motherfucka just for a little bit.
He was now frail and looked so defeated as he slept.
I turned the dial for the lights, brightening the room up. He must’ve been a light sleeper because his eyes opened immediately. I stood over his bed with a Cheshire Cat grin on my face.
“What’s up, son?” I ruffled my hand through his hair like he was Saphir.
Confusion laced his face as he looked at me. He couldn’t do or say shit. I wasn’t gonna hurt him. It would’ve been too easy to get caught if I had done so. I just wanted to send a message.
J’Ru told me that each patient’s room had a live stream camera that allowed the family to monitor their loved ones. My eyes scanned the room and found the camera hooked up in the corner of the room.
“Your brother a bitch. You know that?”
His eyes widened. Still nothing could come out his mouth. He was basically locked in his own body. “He had some flunkies come shoot at me and my family at my homie’s funeral. How you think he would like it if I played God and put you out your fucking misery?”
I was kind enough to adjust the pillow behind him since it looked a little flat. It had to be uncomfortable as fuck.
A deep and sinister chuckle poured out of me. I noticed that the camera had lit up, which meant someone was on the feed watching.
“Get the fuck away from him!” Silas bitched through the camera feed.
That nigga landed right in the palm of my hand. He was doing all this ducking and hiding, sending his weak-ass do-boys to do all his dirty work. I wanted to get up with that nigga man to man.
I pulled my gun from behind me and held it up to Anthony’s head.
His eyes peeled back wide, and his face went fucking pale.
I imagined knowing a nigga could whack me and I couldn’t do shit about it because I was a fucking carrot.
Shit had to be scary as fuck, and I knew he would be due for a diaper change as soon as I rolled up out of here.
“We just chopping it up, Si. What’s the problem?”
“Bitch, I swear on my kids, if you do anything to him, I’m gone slit your fucking throat!” he continued to threaten.
His threats were amusing. He wasn’t about none of the shit he was talking about. I knew that. He knew that. Even his fucking brother knew that.
“I’m just letting little Anthony know how much of a bitch his big bro is. You may end up in a bed right next to him in this bitch. I’ll come visit you from time to time and chat with you just like I’m doing with Ant. Ain’t that right?” I caressed his face with the cold barrel of my gun.
I clenched a handful of Anthony’s curls and forced him to nod his head. “See, even lil bro agreeing with me.” I dropped his head back onto the pillow with a thud.
“Don’t fucking touch him!” Silas was losing his shit. He couldn’t get to me fast enough, and I knew that shit was killing him.
“Too fucking late, pussy! You fucked with me and mine, and now I’m showing you I can do the fucking same.
This shit is about access. If I wanna hurt you, I’m not gone start in the streets.
I’ll just put a fucking bullet in little Anthony’s head.
You feel me?” I looked directly into the camera so Silas could see I wasn’t on bullshit.
I was dead fucking serious. “When you stop being a hoe and wanna get at me for real, holla at me. And send some real shooters next time.”
I set a kiss on the top of Anthony’s head before walking out. I tucked my gun behind me before hitting the elevator to head down. J’Ru was posted up in front of his mother’s door, waiting for me.
“Handled it?”
“No doubt,” I chuckled. “How Ma like the flowers?”
“She loved ’em. Told her they were from your ugly ass.” He dapped me up as we walked out.
“Good looks. See you at Sunday dinner.”
“Heard’ju.”
We went our separate ways.
Silas really turned me up as soon as he had bullets flying in the vicinity of my son and wife. I was done playing patty cake with this nigga. Now I had to show his ass why I was the chosen one.