Ch. 8
GENESIS
Them tears she let fly didn’t move me. I done witnessed my mama crying on many occasions and not once did it soften a nigga heart.
I didn’t understand what the fuck made her think hers would.
The only reason I ain’t put her dumbass down was because I touched damn near everything in this muthafucka.
Going from room to room wiping shit down was more of a headache than putting her in the grave.
Once I was back downstairs and away from her aggravating ass, I rummaged through her cabinets again. She needed to eat so she could take them meds. They knocked her out like a light yesterday, I needed them to do the same now. She done got on my last fuckin’ nerve.
I was able to come across a few cans of soup from Progresso.
I peeled the top back on them and dumped them in a bowl.
It was then thrown in the microwave for two and a half minutes.
I would’ve ordered her something proper of her choosing but fuck her.
She wanted to be on bullshit, and I ain’t have no problem matching energy.
I grabbed her a bottle of water from the fridge with the timer on the microwave going off shortly after.
Grabbing the bowl, I headed back upstairs taking them bitches two at a time.
Brat had me furious in this muthafucka. I legit wanted to put her head through that fuck ass headboard and not in a good way.
Walking back into her bedroom, she sat with her back against the headboard silently crying.
She tried to act like she was scared of me when she saw me, but I wasn’t buying that shit.
From the time we pulled up in her garage she’d gave a nigga back talk.
I wanted nothing more than to get the fuck away from here, her, and the Springs as a whole.
“Eat this shit and take them fuckin’ meds. They gon’ knock you out again, right?”
“Fuck you. I’m not eating shit you give me, Black!” she yelled, declining my hard work of fixing her a decent fuckin’ meal.
“Fuck you, too,” I said tossing the bowl at the wall. The contents it contained were no longer being held. It shattered and the soup dripped down her walls as well as coated the floor. “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t eat shit in this bitch. It ain’t me on meds, remember that!”
The water was dropped on the bed, and I left the same way I came.
I fished my phone from my pocket and hit the buyer up.
The sooner I got them off the sooner I could bid Brat, and her special ass needs the fuck goodbye.
Never in my fuckin’ life had I allowed a bitch to play with me the way Brat was.
My hands were itching to beat her shit in.
Placing the phone on speaker, I dropped it on her kitchen counter and opened every drawer in there to find a piece of mail with her address on it. I was serious ‘bout that pizza. I wasn’t ‘bout to starve just cause she couldn’t eat certain shit.
“Talk.”
“Zeus, it’s Black. I got some shit for you,” I said still searching.
“I need a location. I can come to you within thirty minutes.”
Finally coming across a letter from her insurance, I read off the address. “Thirteen Cadence Lane. It’s in the Springs on the north side. Hit me when you get to the gate, and we’ll go from there.”
“I’ll see you and Black, this is a closed deal. Them lil’ niggas you hang with shouldn’t be present,” he warned.
“I got more sense than you think I do, Zeus. They ain’t even in the city limits,” I admitted.
I could keep it P with Zeus without feeling like he’d betray my trust. We’d done many exchanges, and each one was a one on one.
Each one also ended with that nigga trying his hardest to get me away from Twenty-One to work for him.
Let him tell it, he’d make me the tech of his empire and get paid.
I always declined simply because I couldn’t leave my boys behind.
“That’s a bet. Wait on me, young blood.” The call was disconnected right after.
I got online and ordered a pizza with some wings from Domino’s. Cheyonne and her lean cuisine wasn’t gon’ have me up in here starving and if the muthafucka couldn’t eat red sauce, whoopty-doo. It wasn’t ‘bout to stop shit this way.
Back in the living room, I took a seat on the couch and turned on the tv. It was a new day, and I needed to check in with Twenty-One. I told them I’d hit them after I met with Zeus, but I needed a distraction to keep me off Brat ass. Ace line was hit and that fool answered immediately.
“What it do foo?”
“Not shit. I got my folk getting ready to slide through and hit me with a number. Once that shit over, I’m out this muthafucka and headed to the Peaks.
Where them niggas at?” I wanted to make sure Hulk and TJ weren’t too far.
With Hulk damn near killing the security guard, ain’t no telling where his mindset was at.
“They over there shooting pool. Aye, I thought you said we was supposed to give ole girl twenty bands.”
“I did. What the fuck is the problem?” I inquired. That caused me to sit the fuck up ‘cause I hated a bitch that tried to get over on me.
“Why she come in here saying you upped the payout to fifty bands? I threw them twenty racks in her face and told that bitch to hit the door. Talkin’ ‘bout if we don’t give her the fifty bands, she was gon’ talk. I told that hoe to think twice.”
“Don’t chance shit. Go handle that dumb bitch and get our shit back. Do it today and do it quietly. And Ace, make sure Hulk stay in line,” I voiced.
“He been quiet since we got back from the Springs. I think he shook up by that shit. You want to speak to him?”
“Yeah, let me see what he on.”
It was shuffling and small talk before Hulk came through with, “Wassup Black?”
“Talk to me. Where yo’ mental at nigga?” I really didn’t give a fuck for real, but this was a nigga I ran with on a daily. I couldn’t have him on edge.
“I’m straight. When you heading this way? Yo’ broad on bullshit,” he answered changing the subject quick.
“Ace gon’ handle her. I need y’all to roll with him and have his back. I’m meeting with the buyer in a few minutes then after that I’m finding a way up out this bitch.”
“Where you at? We’ll come scoop you,” he offered.
I was far from a fool. Telling them niggas everything and how I moved was never my style. I trusted them as far as I could throw them, and that shit wasn’t far at all. Keeping some shit to myself was how I managed to get us out of all the bullshit we participated in or started.
“Nah, y’all boys stay put. I’ll be there, just give me time,” I reassured him.
“You got it. I gave yo’ cut to Mama Dele. You know she ‘bout to blow through that shit, right?”
“I’m knowing, but I ain’t tripping. I’m coming home with more she won’t ever see or touch. Stay safe, and I’ll see you when I see you.” I hit the red button and dropped the phone on the table.
Kiera was ‘bout to lose her life over greed and I felt no remorse for the hoe.
What we agreed upon was just that. Using our situationship to get more from the gang was insanity.
They knew better than to ever believe I told a bitch anything other than open the fuck up and suck my dick.
She was bold to hit them niggas with some shit like that.
A little time went by before there was a knock at the door. “’Bout fuckin’ time. My stomach touching my back,” I said pushing up off the couch then sprinting to the front door.
Opening it, the lil’ white girl put on a smile asking, “Black?”
“Yeah, that’s me. ‘Preciate it.” I took the food from her and slammed the door shut.
I was back on the sofa divulging in a steaming hot pizza with the wings to match.
I was satisfied. I couldn’t even finish a slice good before my phone was going off again.
“I mean, goddamn!” Looking at the screen, I saw it was Zeus.
He was finally here and ready to do business. “Yo,” I answered.
“What’s the code, young blood?”
“Pound 1303. The crib pushed to the back, so you’ll see more driveway before anything.”
“Bet.” The call disconnected and I went back to feeding my face. It ain’t make no sense how bomb that pizza was. I could’ve really swallowed the whole pie if I was being honest.
“Black, who’s that at the door?” I looked to my left where Brat’s voice was coming from, and it seemed closer than usual. I crossed the room and peeped my head out to see why. This muthafucka was coming down on her crutch.
Rushing over to her, I took the steps two at a time to get to her. Her ass buckled this morning getting out the bed, so I knew her weak ass wasn’t supposed to be doing no shit like this. “What the hell you doing, Brat?” I questioned her with annoyance.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I guided her down to the main floor.
It was crazy how this woman melted into my frame.
I applauded her for her height lowkey. I was coming in at a strong six-foot four inches so looking down at her was a given, but it wasn’t like I had to bend down to hear what shawty was talking ‘bout.
“Coming to see who the hell is at my door, Black,” she sassed.
“Why? You know it ain’t for you. What? You wanted to tell the dasher to call the police? Don’t make another innocent muthafucka lose they life, Brat,” I warned her. Another knock rang out and I knew exactly who that was.
“Now, who is that? What are you doing at my house, Black? It’s bad enough that you know where I live, I don’t need anyone else knowing it too. I live alone and don’t need any of your problematic people coming back to do whatever you didn’t.”
“Ain’t nobody gon’ touch you,” I said coming to a stop.
Gripping her waist tighter, I brought her into me and made sure we held eye contact.
She was too fuckin’ pretty and fragile to be fucked with.
If anybody was gon’ do something to her, it was gon’ be me.
Zeus knocked once more breaking the connection.
“As long as I’m here, that shit ain’t going down. Aight?”