Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
AHKEEM
I dribbled the basketball down the court, watching as little Noah missed another three-pointer.
I had been watching homie for a minute, and based off the twelve shots he already missed, his ass was not making it to the fucking league.
He was only in middle school, so he had time to fucking pivot and find something else he was good at.
“Yo, little man, you gotta tuck your elbow in a little piece,” I instructed him as I stood next to him at the line. I demonstrated it for him, and my shot went through the net like butter.
He retrieved his ball before returning to the line. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Make the shot.”
He did exactly what I instructed, and sure enough, he made his first fucking shot. A proud look canvassed his face as he jogged to grab his ball and made another shot. “Oh shit! I fucking made it!”
“See? All you had to do was tuck the elbow, bruh. Yo pops never taught you that?”
At the mention of his father, he eyed me oddly. The little nigga had the street smarts of a bag of fucking rocks, so he went against his better judgment and continued shooting around.
“Nah, my pops played football when he was in school. His name Roc. You know him?”
“Yeah, we go way back.” I shot my ball through the hoop again.
“Cool.” He shrugged it off as he continued shooting around the court.
We chopped it up on the court for a little while longer, and I gave him the pointers his father never taught him. Eventually, a black-on-black Tahoe pulled up to the court and blew the horn. Noah stopped shooting and turned his head to the car.
“My pops here. Gotta go.” He tucked his ball underneath his arm and slung his backpack onto his shoulders.
“Good shooting ‘round with you, kid.” I dapped him up. “Matter of fact, let me say what up to your pops. I ain’t seen ’em in a little minute.”
I let my basketball roll off to the side of the court before following Noah to the car. Roc was so into his fucking phone, he didn’t even notice me behind his son. I pulled my gun and clutched it as we approached the car.
“What up, Pops?” Noah smiled.
He attempted to get into the car, but I yanked his backpack, pulling him back. Roc finally got his head out of the fucking phone, and the look on his face once he noticed I had his son yoked up was fucking priceless!
“The fuck?!” he snarled, ready to get out the car.
I quickly upped my gun and tucked the barrel right underneath Noah’s chin. “Long time no see, Roc. You get out that fucking car, and his brains will be where his feet at.”
“D-dad,” Noah whimpered as fear struck him. I could physically feel him begin to shake. I felt bad for the poor kid, but Silas and his right hand, Roc, ain’t give a fuck about mine, so I had to show them I was on the same type of time.
“It’s alright, Noah. I’m right here.” Roc attempted to comfort his son. Wasn’t enough comfort in the world, though, that could calm Noah down with a gun to his head.
“Type of fucking father are you? You got opps like me walking around, and you just leave poor little Noah out here exposed. Fucking clown.”
His jaws clenched as he balled his hands up tightly into fists. He was backed into a corner and couldn’t do shit about it unless he wanted to be saying kind words at his son’s funeral.
“He’s a fucking kid, Ahk.”
“Y’all ain’t give a fuck ‘bout mine when y’all sent them peon-ass niggas to spin at Nymir’s funeral. Tell me one reason why I shouldn’t send little Noah to meet our Lord and Savior?”
He was stressed. Sweat started to bead his forehead as he shifted his eyes from Noah then back to me. Defeat set in, and he hung his head low. “What you want, Ahk?”
“Everything, pussy.” I yanked Noah toward the back seat of Roc’s truck. “Get in, little homie. My fault I gotta do this shit to you. Your dad and his homie some bitches. Blame them.”
We slid into the back seat together, and I kept my gun aimed at little homie’s head.
Jersey, Javi, and Moe pulled up in a car right behind Roc’s as soon as I got in.
I ordered him to drive to their warehouse.
A block later, Diamond and Cyro turned behind us and started trailing us.
Word had gotten back that Silas was searching high and low to connect with my plug from Italy.
The nigga was so desperate that he found a wanna-be and actually purchased some bricks that were being imported.
I knew it was nothing compared to what I was touching, but I was gonna put a stop to it before he could even have anything hit the streets.
The drive to Rochester wasn’t filled with shit but Noah crying and Roc pleading. They didn’t realize that they evoked this side out of me, and now they had to suffer.
“Little man, tell your bitch-ass daddy what I taught you out on the courts.”
Noah clenched his eyes shut in an attempt to keep his composure. “T-to tuck m-my elbow when shooting m-my three p-pointer,” he hiccupped through tears.
I reached over and smacked Roc upside the head. “By the way, he ain’t making it into the league. Make this nigga join the drama club or some shit.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, yeah, bitch.”
When we pulled up to the warehouse, I pressed the barrel into Noah’s temple. “Try some slick shit, and you and your son gone have plots next to each other.”
We hopped out of the car, and I kept Noah in my hold while Javi yoked Roc up, holding him at gun point.
“Y’all ruined the fucking white party. That was the only night my lady was in town that week.
Y’all fucked up date night.” He backhanded Roc like the bitch he was.
His nose flared as the stinging sensation from Javi’s backhand heated up the side of his face.
“It’s gone be alright, Noah,” he reassured his son, who was in hysterics.
As we entered the warehouse, we heard some talking toward the back. I lifted my finger to my lips, telling Noah to shut the fuck up. Moe, Jersey, Cyro, and Diamond followed me. They had their straps out ready to blow whoever stood in our way.
“The fuck! Roc?” we heard from a nigga pushing out from the back. He had a duffle bag in hand, so I was assuming he just collected his reup.
I kept Noah in my grip with my left hand while quickly upping my gun and sending three bullets right into his chest. At the sight of homie’s body dropping, Noah let out a piercing scream.
His scream garnered the attention of the rest of the niggas politicking in the back.
They pushed out from behind the door with their guns drawn.
Diamond squeezed her trigger, popping two niggas immediately with headshots.
I ain’t have no intention of actually harming Noah. I knew the gunplay that was about to ensue wasn’t no shit a child should’ve been experiencing. I pushed him over toward a pile of wooden pallets that were stacked up amongst each other.
“Stay there.”
Niggas started piling out of the back one after the other. Gunshots ricocheted throughout the warehouse as they attempted to defend themselves. Javi had already stripped Roc of his gun before he got in there, so he pushed him to the floor, leaving him defenseless as bullets went spraying.
Any day a shipment came in, I always showed face at my warehouse just to make sure shit was in order.
I knew Silas’ bitch ass had to be in here somewhere.
I was itching to get my hands on his pussy ass.
This was the only way I could catch him.
I kicked down the door, and a nigga who was tucked into the corner of the room started spraying.
Cyro popped him before we scanned the room and came up empty.
No sign of Silas, and we left everyone else dead.
On the metal table, there were bricks wrapped in saran wrap, separated for distribution, along with stacks of money.
“Fuck!” I snarled. This motherfucka’ was everywhere except where he needed to be. I for sure thought I was gone catch him today. “His bitch ass not here.”
“Ducking smoke like fucking always.” Jersey shook his head.
“The nigga scary and stupid,” I scoffed while motioning my head to the right so Jersey could see what caught my attention.
On the wall of the back room was a paper titled ”Investment Properties” that contained a list of addresses.
I was able to pick up on a few, recalling the address of the trap we ran through a couple months back.
I made sure to snap a quick picture just to keep in my back pocket.
I had an idea of a few traps Silas had around the way, but from the looks of it, Silas was opening a bunch of traps under the guise of him flipping the houses to either sell or rent them out.
The idea wasn’t half bad, but with him being so far removed from his crew because he was a scary-ass bitch, shit got sloppy, and information landed in the hands of the wrong motherfucka’… like me.
As we were clearing out the warehouse, Javi kept Roc on the floor at gun point. “Where the fuck is Silas?!” He stomped him with his Timb boot.
Roc groaned at the blow he received to the gut. “Miami! He’s in fucking Miami!”
I didn’t like his response, so I stormed over to them and stomped him right in his motherfucking face.
His nose leaked blood as he curled up in the fetal position.
“Only shit keeping you alive right now is me having a heart for yo fucking son! No kid deserves to see their pops go out! Next time I fucking catch you, you’re dead! ” I spit on him.
Jersey and Moe made sure to clear the warehouse of all their product and money before we rolled out.
Whatever angel Silas had on his fucking side was about to get popped right alongside his bitch ass. I needed that nigga dead!
I lifted Jazzlyn’s hand above her head before spinning her around so I could get a full look at her outfit. We finally got some alone time with Saphir back at Brooke’s, so I figured it would be nice to take my baby out on a date.