Chapter 30 #2
“Nigga, fuck you,” I spat, pulling my glock from my waist. Cocking it, I aimed it at his bitch ass.
“Aye, Aye, man, ain’t no need for all that. I ain’t did shit.” He threw his hands up in the air.
“You and Big Frank been on bullshit fo’ to long,” I spat, menacingly looking down at Clive as he pushed his back deeper into the stall like he was trying to disappear.
“Nah, nah, not me, that’s all yo daddy. I ain’t did shit. I paid that nigga back.”
“Don’t play with me, Clive. I checked Big Frank’s books, you ain’t paid shit. You basically said fuck Juni, huh?”
“Maaannn…Her daddy paid his debt off. The same night you took her. Big Frank could have been let that girl go.”
“Nigga, what the fuck you talkin’ about?”
I didn’t know what the fuck Clive was talking about. As far as I knew, his ass was Juniper’s dad. She didn’t take after him, but that didn’t mean shit. Genetics did what the fuck they wanted.
“Don’t trust these bitches, son. These hos ain’t to be trusted.
It don’t matter how fine a bitch is, don't believe shit that comes outta their mouths. Fuck ‘em, and keep it pushing, son. Trust me. These hos will fuck yo friend and have you rasing his baby like it’s yours. I hate that ho with everything in me. If I could choke Nancy’s ass one mo’ time I would,” Clive replied like he was about to start crying at any moment.
“So, what you sayin’? Juniper ain’t yo daughter?” I had my gun still aimed at this nigga. I wasn’t sure if he was tryna distract me or if he was telling the truth.
“Nah, Nancy’s trifling ass convinced me she was mine. That bitch wasn’t shit. I knew who Juniper belonged to. She looked just like that bitch ass nigga.”
I squinted my eyes at this nigga. “Then why the fuck did Big Frank act like you owed us money?”
“I did owe him money, but we came to an understanding,” Clive replied with an eerie grin.
“Big Frank don’t do that,” I spat, because that nigga was full of shit. One thing Big Frank didn’t play about was his money. Wasn’t no getting around paying him back. He might give you some more time, but you were gonna pay him his money.
“Everybody got a price, Faheem, even Mr. Big, Bad, and Untouchable Big Frank. When they have secrets they don’t want getting out, they'll do anything to keep them.” Clive laughed, showing off his snaggled tooth grin.
Pop!
I shot that nigga in his knee cap. He had me fucked up thinking I was gonna belive the shit was saying.
“Ahhh! Shit, what the fuck did you shoot me for? I answered your fucking question,” Clive cried out in pain, clutching his bleeding knee with his hands.
“Bitch, Ion belive shit coming out of ya fuckin’ mouth.”
“I ain’t lying! Go ask Big Frank about my sister, Kallie. See what that nigga say,” Clive cried out in agony.
Right now, I didn’t know what the fuck to believe.
Big Frank had been moving funny, I didn’t want to believe my daddy was on no foul shit.
But he’d been dealing with Clive. What threw me off was Clive talking about another bitch.
If Big Frank was cheating on my mama, that nigga was finna have to see me.
All the shit he talked about family and placing nothing above family.
Thinking back on the cryptic shit Big Frank would say when I asked what he had going on, it only made sense he was creeping with a bitch.
Then the ho being Clive’s sister made sense on why Big Frank was being lenient.
The only thing I couldn’t understand was how Juniper fit into all of this shit.
If she wasn’t Clive’s, then who the fuck was her daddy, and why didn’t the nigga speak the fuck up?
“You wanna spill yo guts, nigga, you tell me,” I barked, getting pissed off thinking about the betrayal that had been going on up under my nose.
“No, you need to let Big Frank be the one to tell you. It ain’t my place,” Clive said, leaning back against the door with his eyes closed and his breathing labored.
Thinking the nigga I looked up to had been keeping secrets from the family he claimed he loved so much low key broke a nigga’s heart.
I always looked at my parents' relationship wanting something similar to the love they shared. I hated to imagine seeing the hurt on my mama’s face.
She loved the fuck out of that bitch nigga, and he’d betrayed her.
I was more mad over the pain Big Frank was going to inflict on my mama than anything.
“Get yo bitch ass up,” I demanded, peering down at Clive, evilly. I really wanted to kill the nigga. He’d given me a bunch of puzzle pieces that didn’t fit.
“I can barely walk. You forgot you shot me in my knee.” Clive's eyes bucked open as he looked at me in shock.
“Nigga, if you don’t want a bulliet in ya fuckin’ fo’head, I suggest you get the fuck up and leave.
” I cocked my gun back preparing to shoot Clive’s ass.
The only reason I was giving him the chance to leave was because at the moment, Clive was more useful alive than dead.
But if he kept fucking with me, I was gonna change my mind.
“Okay-Okay.” Clive slowly pulled himself up, dragging his limp leg with him, and he slowly drug himself out the bathroom. I followed behind him making sure he didn’t try any fuck shit.
“Aye, get somebody to clean this shit up,” I called out to Monice. I wasn’t worried about anybody saying shit; they knew who the fuck I was. I might have chilled out in the streets, but my name still rang bells.
Clive barely made it to his car, but he got in that bitch, skirting off, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.
I had too many unanswered questions, and the only person who could answer them was Big Frank.
At the moment, I was too pissed to approach him and not disrespect him.
I needed to cool down before I said anything to him ‘cause right now I wasn’t looking at him like he was my dad.
I was feeling like he was a nigga on the street, and I didn’t want to handle Big Frank like that.
He was my dad; I was tryna give him the same grace he’d given, and that meant I had to calm down before I approached him.
God needs to fix this shit. ASAP.