Chapter 5 – Khaotic
Chapter
Five
KHAOTIC
Isat in the bowling alley, unable to take my focus off the female in the next lane. I hadn’t fucked a bitch or looked in another female's direction since Ashanti was killed, but it was something about the one that I had my eye on at the moment.
My eyes darted to the scoreboard when it was her turn to bowl. The name Khaos was spelled in capital letters, making me even more curious.
“Yo, unc, your bowl.” My Nephew Lil Nas called out, trying to get my attention, but I was too locked in on Babygirl.
I was used to thick women. She was petite, but I could tell from the way she was bowling that she had some strength in her.
I continued studying her, and the way she went back and forth arguing with her homeboy let me know she was feisty.
I wasn’t sure who the nigga was to her; I just knew that when I wanted something, it became mine.
“Unc, we're supposed to be here standing on business, and you're over here having goggly eyes for the bitch.” Lil Nas spoke in a low tone. I knew what we were here to do: avenge my brother and nephew, Asir. But it had been six months since Ashanti was gone, and I had to keep it real. I was thirsty for some pussy. I still love Ashanti, but I wasn’t cut out to be a celibate ass nigga.
I was tired of beating my dick every night. I needed some real pussy.
I stood up on some fuck it shit and approached Shorty as she bent to bowl the ball. I stood behind her, pressing my dick against her ass. I didn’t mean to come off like a no-hoe-ass nigga, but it was what it was.
“Nigga what the fuck!” she snapped, turning around and mushing me in my face.
I cracked a smile and grabbed her by the elbows the minute her little ass started to swing.
Her homie walked up, staggering like he was going to do something.
The second he swung, my Nephew Lil Nas was on his ass, knocking him out cold with one swing.
“Ya’ll niggas outta y'all minds!” Shorty screamed, trying to run to her homeboy's side. I stopped her once again. This time, I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back to where I was standing. She pulled her head back, looking at me like I was really out of my mind, and I was.
“Listen, it’s my fault for coming off like that, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been watching you all night, and I would love to take you out.” I spoke.
“Nigga your crazy ass boy just knocked my Brother out, and you're asking me out on a date? This can’t be real.” She looked around, baffled and in disbelief.
“At least I didn’t have him smoke the nigga,” I shrugged my shoulders. “He's gonna be aight.” I looked over my shoulder at the nigga still stretched out cold. “Let me take you out,” I said, turning my attention back to her.
She looked from me to her homie. “What are you going to do to him? He needs help!” She looked back at me and questioned.
I looked at my Nephew,” Run that nigga pockets.” I ordered.
“What!” she shrieked. “Who the fuck are you niggas and what is wrong with y'all!” she continued snapping. “Relax,” I told her gently, pushing her to the side.
“Run his shit!” I ordered my Nephew once again.
He stood over him and immediately began tapping his pockets before emptying each one. He took everything from his pockets before stripping himself down to his boxers, taking his sneakers as well. Bystanders stood around watching, but nobody was crazy enough to intervene.
“Listen, we’re ready to get up outta here, so are you gonna give me your number or not?” I asked, pulling out my phone.
She looked as if she was in heavy thought before quickly repeating her number out loud.
I called her number, waiting for her phone to light up.
I cracked another smile seeing that she gave me her real number.
Shorty had a lot of heart, and I liked that about her; it fit her name and her look perfectly.
I could tell she was torn between the two, but there was no way she was gonna turn down a nigga like me for a clown like him. He lay on the ground defenseless, unable to defend himself, let alone her if need be.
“I’m gonna hit you up later on tonight. You need to stop hanging with clown-ass niggas that can’t fight. If he’s knocked the fuck out cold, who's gonna protect you?” I looked at her and asked.
“You’re right?” she admitted, looking down at her boy, who was still stretched but was starting to awake.
“You got my number if you ever need anything,” I told her before tapping my Nephew on the shoulder and walking towards the bowling alley's exit.
“Unc, ya ass crazy as fuck!” Lil Nas boasted about coming out of the bowling alley, cheesing while holding the niggas shit in his hands.
He had just come up on some Balenciagas, a Rolex, and a knot of cash, so he wasn’t complaining about shit.
Tonight was a good night for both of us.
By the time I had made it to drop off my Nephew, I already had plans on linking with Khaos tonight.
Of course, my Nephew was trying to stay over at my crib; he was worried about her setting me up.
But I wasn’t tripping; the last thing I was about to do was take her to my crib on the first night anyway.
The purpose of having Lil Nas rob Lil Insane was to send a message.
I knew exactly who he was before I walked in.
The point of it all was to get him to bring me the niggas that I had smoke with.
I knew I was taking a major risk, but one thing I learned from losing my loved ones was that you can’t show any weakness.
I had to mentally detach to keep myself from falling weak and being overly emotional.
I needed my head in the game, and by all means, I was going to keep my shit on a swivel because these niggas I had beef with were unpredictable, and even though the way I was going about it was reckless, we only lived one life.
I wasn’t getting another one after this.