Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
AHKEEM
“I been trying to get at you for a little minute now.”
I stood over Knox. He was a bloodied fucking mess.
Cyro did him in pretty bad. Heard he had an issue with putting his hands on women.
Just so happened to be a chick who danced at my wife’s club.
I said it time and time again: I wasn’t fucking lucky; I was blessed.
Niggas just ended up in the lion's den fucking with me.
My baby didn’t want no blood on her floors at the club, so we transported Knox’s bitch ass to one of our traps nearby. He folded as soon as we saw each other face to face. Got to bitching and pleading for his life, claimed the only reason he popped Ny was because Silas told him to.
See, that was the thing with Silas. He sent a whole bunch of bitch-ass niggas to do his dirty work while he kicked back. He claimed that I didn’t put in enough work for my spot, but all that nigga did was duck smoke. That was why all his little homies were dropping like flies.
“I… I… I didn’t know Nymir ran with you,” he stammered, desperately trying to get the fuck out of my hands before I ended his life.
In the room, Jersey, Cyro, and Javi chuckled. “Nigga, you knew what type of time Nymir was on. Quit all that capping,” Javi scoffed.
“You popped big shit when you put down Ny. Fuck is up now, pussy?” I pressed my gun against his temple.
“Blow that motherfucka’ head off,” Jersey encouraged with a smirk.
“No! P- please, man! I got a son!”
“Fuck yo son right now,” I laughed wickedly.
“The same son whose mama you been knocking around? Now you trying to cop a plea? You’re pussier than I thought.” Cyro was leaned back in his seat as a look of disgust masked his face.
“Fuck, man! Please! I’ll… I’ll t-tell you anything you need to know ‘bout Silas!”
I looked over my shoulder at the guys. “You’re a pussy and a fucking rat,” I snarled. “You making it easier for me to pull the fucking trigger.”
“I’m serious, Ahk!”
“What the fuck you know ‘bout Silas I can’t figure out my-fucking-self?”
“You pulled up on his brother. Right?”
I chuckled as I thought back to how I had Silas pissing on himself ‘cause I could’ve offed his fucking brother. “Yeah.”
“He keep talking about touching your family. Mentioned something about your baby mother. Some shorty from Flatbush, right? Been having some niggas tailing her.” Knox was singing like a fucking canary bird.
I pulled at the hairs of my goatee. I kept Brooke real lowkey because she was the quickest access to my son.
Been trying to get security on her for a little minute now, but all she did was trip about having to be followed around all the time.
I did appreciate the fact that she wanted to keep Saphir’s innocence as much as we could.
She didn’t want him to realize life was different for him.
He asked her why security was following them, and she didn’t really know what to tell him without outing the fact that I had hating-ass niggas who would do anything, including hurt my loved ones, to get at me.
Shit had been chill, and life had been normal for a while.
Now that I knew Silas was on bullshit and was watching her, I had to make sure she was straight with my son.
I pulled at the hairs of my goatee. “That nigga Silas better off getting little Anthony to walk on his own two feet than touching my family. But since you outing the nigga, I guess I can save you all the torture this nigga planned on putting you through.” I motioned my head toward Javi.
He had that crazy-ass look in his eye, and he was itching to tear Knox’s ass from limb to limb. Javi was the closest thing to the devil whenever he snapped. I was doing Knox’s ass a favor by not dropping him in Javi’s hands.
“C’mon, Ahk! Let me go, and I can get you more info. Silas trusts me.”
“Fuck you, nigga,” I spat. “I don’t need shit from you. You think you gone walk out this bitch after you put down my potna’?”
“I ain’t have no beef with Ny, man! I was just doing what Silas told me to!”
“Tell that shit to that bitch-ass nigga when he meet you down in hell.” I squeezed the trigger, emptying the clip on him. Soon as his body slumped down in the chair and his head hung low, I tucked my gun back into the waistband of my jeans.
“Aye, Javi, do what you want with ’em.”
“My fucking pleasure.” He rubbed his hands together and got up from his seat. “I’ll leave the head intact for you.”
We dapped each other up, and I rolled out with Jersey and Cyro behind me.
“That nigga like playing with dead people?” Cyro asked, prompting Jersey and me to chuckle.
“Yeah. It calms his ass down,” Jersey confirmed.
“Yo, Cy, I need your boys to be on my baby mama.”
“Bet. I’ll have Stu on her. He won’t let shit happen to her.”
I dapped him up. “‘Preciate it.”
I turned to Jersey as we were making our way to our cars. “You sliding through to the white party, right?”
“Can’t miss that shit. Yo wife be having the baddest bitches at Reign.”
“If I ain’t know any better, I would think she turning tricks, but she don’t get down like that,” I laughed.
“She would be a clean-ass pimp.”
We dapped each other up before going our separate ways. I hit Brooke’s number on my phone. It rang, and just before it hit voicemail, her voice sounded through the speakers of my car.
“What the fuck do you want, Ahkeem?” she snapped.
“Listen, I wanna apologize.”
“Fuck you, Ahkeem! You damn near choked me out in front of our son!”
“That shit wasn’t right, Brooke. I talked to Blue about it and held myself accountable.
I don’t want him thinking it’s cool for me to put my hands on his mother.
You gave him life, so I need to have that respect for you.
” Truth was, I was tired of fighting with her. I just wanted my son to be happy.
“I just want my son. I could have lost him at that fucking funeral, and you didn’t tell me shit about it. That’s fucked up, Ahk.”
I sighed deeply. “I know, and I heard an earful from my wife about it. I’ll keep you more informed about shit like that. But I want you to know I ain’t gone let shit happen to my son, Brooke. I love that little boy with everything in me. I just need us to be cool.”
“As long as my son is good, we won’t have no problems.”
“Heard’ju. But I got my security looking out for you and Blue from now on.”
She let out a heavy groan. “I’m not with that secret service shit.”
“Too bad, Brooke. Shit is getting hot out here. I can’t have you defenseless with my kid.”
She muttered some slick shit under her breath before smacking her lips. “I think we should adjust the terms of our custody agreement. Temporarily, at least. You have a lot going on.”
Here she went with her bullshit. I knew this phone call was going too well to be true.
It was always something with Brooke. It was like she always wanted to let her nuts hang on a nigga.
Because she couldn’t have the family she envisioned in her mind, she had to always have some sense of control of the situation.
Whether it was the money she was damn near extorting me out of, or her constant threats to file for sole custody, she always had to stress a nigga the fuck out.
“It aint never too much going on for me to be a father to my son. We good how we are. If you take it upon yourself to get the courts involved again, that’s on you, but that retainer money gone dry up quicker than your fucking pussy.”
“Fuck you, Ahkeem!” was the last thing I heard her say before I banged my line on her.
Peacemaking with Brooke would always be like pulling fucking teeth.
I dimmed my headlights as I set my car in Park at the curb.
After grabbing the box from my passenger seat, I hopped out, and my Jordans hit the ground.
The block was quiet, not much activity. It was a nice neighborhood, not overly gaudy, but the houses looked like they were worth some paper.
It was a cookie cutter neighborhood that had been gentrified.
Each of the two-story houses had the same paint wash and the same three front steps at the porch.
I found the one marked with the numbers 247.
With my hood over my head, I dipped through the shadows with the box tucked under my arm. I walked up the three steps, set the box down on the welcome mat, then rang the doorbell.
I trudged back to my car, got back in, and watched from the window.
It didn’t take long for the door to swing open.
Silas’ mother popped her head out, looking around to see if she could catch who rang her doorbell.
Ms. Nancy birthed a bitch-ass nigga, and now she was suffering the consequences for that shit.
She looked down, finally noticing the box on the welcome mat.
I did a shitty job of sealing the box, and I didn’t bother to tape it. As she picked it up, the flaps opened. Horror flashed in her eyes as she dropped it and let it hit the ground with a thud. A piercing scream screeched out of her before her hand flew over her mouth.
A smirk pulled onto my face as Knox’s head rolled out onto the porch. Jersey did a clean cut and was even kind enough to keep it on ice before I came and picked it up. Knox let me know Silas’ next move was on Brooke, so now Ms. Nancy’s comfortable little life needed to be disrupted.
From Knox’s phone, I hit Silas’ number. It rang for a little bit before he answered. “What you got for me, Knox?”
My sinister chuckle greeted his ears before my words.
“Special fucking delivery, bitch-ass nigga. I’m getting really tired of playing this cat and mouse game wit’chu.
Stop ducking smoke and get at me. I can start with stiff-ass Ant, or I can touch Ms. Nancy’s funny-looking ass with her crooked-ass wig.
Choice is fucking yours, bitch. When I get my fucking hands on you, just know I’m gone show yo bitch ass why the fuck they crowned me king. ”
“You touch my people, and your son gone have to bury his mother,” Silas gritted.