Chapter 7 #5
Seated inside my car, smoking a blunt so fat that mothafucka was like a mini ball bat between my fingers, I waited on Evans to arrive with my pistol resting in my lap.
I thought about everything in my life leading up to this very moment.
A nigga didn’t think he had much family left.
Other than my grandmother, Chevy, and my kids, blood relatives were few and far between for me.
Free was my brother, and that shit went beyond DNA.
Bright ass headlights blinded me from behind, and I squinted while peering back into my rearview mirror.
Before I could get out of the car, a loud blast interrupted my smoke session, sobering a nigga quickly.
My back window was shot out, and I ducked low to avoid being hit by the rain of bullets.
The fuck was going on? Going for my weapon, I drew and pushed the driver’s door open.
Hopping out, I faced my assailant and squeezed off toward the car, not sure who the fuck I was aiming at since I couldn’t see shit.
Suddenly, a nigga was struck with scorching hot pain that seared through my flesh.
I’d been hit more than once. The vest didn’t stand a chance against the ammunition being spit at me.
I wasn’t about to let that shit slow me down.
Emptying my clip, I grew lethargic as the adrenaline wore off and the pain kicked in.
I never got caught slipping, and rarely did I ever underestimate a mothafucka’s intentions.
Laying there on the ground, propped against the side of my car, I took deep breaths and fought my body going into shock from my wounds.
Wincing and staring through anguish filled eyes at my assailant as they moved toward me, I came face-to-face with the good detective.
“I bet you didn’t know that Aldus is the reason your people are dead. He set up that home invasion that took your mother from you. The bastard son of the neighborhood hoe. Did she make up stories about who he was? Or did she tell you he was dead?”
“Fuck you!” I roared, gritting my teeth and pushing through the pain.
His revelation fueled a boiling rage inside me that was beginning to overpower the shots he had inflicted on me. A hard grimace captured my face, imprinting into my features.
“Still a tough guy, right? You ain’t shit but another thug. I can’t prove that you sell dope or that you killed that bitch that snatched your kids, but I know mothafuckas like you. You think you got away with something, right?”
Even though it hurt like a bitch, I found myself cracking the fuck up at this nigga.
“You don’t know shit, swine! You didn’t ask either. Just assumed a nigga doing something illegal because you was intimidated fucking with my bitch!” My muscles ached, and I coughed from the pressure in my chest. “The fuck you doing tiptoeing around my life for anyway, sucka ass nigga?”
He kneeled, posting up in front of me with a pistol in his hand. A devilish grin spread across his face.
“I got my own reasons for wanting to get to know you, bro.” He cackled as if that was the funniest shit ever.
“When I saw that you were earning more than me, driving foreign whips, and tricking off bitches, I had to get to know you. That shit with your kids happened just in time. Why don’t you tell me all about that?
” Growing weak, my hand fell on my stomach, and I could feel myself slipping.
Out of all the years and the contracts I had fulfilled to end a mothafucka’s life, this is how this shit would end for me. I wasn’t ready, but a nigga was prepared.
“Better yet, why don’t I go grab Chevy? I’m sure she would crack if it meant protecting her children, don’t you think?”
“What I think is… be careful on the way back to your ride, my nigga.” In the midst of it all, I could hear the air whistle, but Evans was none the wiser to the shit.
Placing the barrel of his pistol to my chin, he leaned toward me. His eyes were wild, bouncing around mine, as if he was trying to strike fear in a nigga’s chest. I felt none. Nigga didn’t know who he was fucking with. It was hilarious to me that he thought I was some midlevel drug pusher.
“You don’t even know who the fuck you fucking with,” I taunted before erupting in a series of coughs that were ready to take me out.
Evans stood above me. The sharp sound of a whistle coming down through the air again, letting me know my calvary had arrived.
Machine shells fired in every direction, including the ground.
I watched horror fill his face as his eyes stretched and his body jolted from the bullets piercing his flesh.
His gun slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground as he sank to his knees, defeated.
Squinting past where his body lay in the dirt to the rooftop, there stood Frequency, removing the rifle from in front of him.
Moments later, I could hear his voice strike my ears.
“Ledge!” Frantic, Free shook me, but I was numb, and his voice sounded as if I was in a well and he was above me.
It echoed throughout my eardrums, right before darkness came for me.