Chapter 12 – Gutta Barbie
Chapter
Twelve
GUTTA BARBIE
Iwoke up on my office couch with a headache from the night before, and my head was pounding.
Fly Si instantly crossed my mind. I couldn’t believe that she was gone and that the beef between us never got resolved.
I hadn’t been home long, and there was already so much drama popping off.
I had decided to stay at the club all night to clean and so that I wouldn’t have to deal with Wrizzle drunk ass.
I couldn’t believe that he had acted like an ass last night, showing his ass in Dirty D’s, but what had me gagging the most was the fact that he had put his hands on my best friend.
I was still trying to decide how I was going to deal with the situation.
Him waking up and me not being next to him for a night wasn’t enough punishment.
I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with Wrizzle, but we were going to have to have a conversation so that I could get down to the bottom of this shit.
Hearing someone loudly banging on the club doors during closed hours caused me to grab my glock.
I walked through the club as the banging continued.
Looking at the cameras, I saw a small crowd of up to six individuals standing in front of the club's entrance.
When I saw that one of them was Fly Si's sister, along with her cousin, I knew it was about to be some shit.
I sent a quick text to my girls group chat letting them know what was going on, and my phone immediately began to ring.
By the time I answered the group call, I already had the club doors open.
“What’s good?” I said to both the crowd in front of my club and my homegirls group call.
“What happened to my sister!” Fly Si's sister instantly asked. “I heard she got into a fight here with a bitch last night and now she’s dead!”
“We’re on our way!” Hood Brat said.
“Yeah, stitches and all. Tell them bitches to hold tight!” Holly said before the call ended.
“Like you heard, your sister got into a fight last night, and shit got out of hand,” I answered.
“And why am I hearing that the person she was fighting was her friend Holly?” The cousin butted in.
“As I said, Fly Si got into a fight last night, ran up on somebody with a bottle, and shit didn’t end well for her.
I have mad love for Fly Si, but she’s been crashing out and trying too hard to keep up with this street shit, knowing that she doesn't know how to fight.” I spoke, keeping it real.
“I told her over and over again to leave the shit alone, but she didn’t listen. ”
“But you of all people, you know how my sister is.”
I laughed in that bitch face.
Did I look like a fucking baby sitter?
Was this bitch cool?
Last I checked Fly Si and Holly was grown ass woman.
“Your sister is a grown-ass woman just like every other grown-ass woman up here! I can give my advice, but I can’t force anyone to listen to it. At the end of the day Fly Si made her own choices, just like I do.” I expressed.
Before I knew it, the bitches went from zero to one hundred.
I knew that at the end of the day, nothing I said was going to get them to stand down from being on go behind their blood and to be honest, I couldn’t blame them.
They were doing exactly as they should. I would’ve been doing the same behind any of mine.
Everybody was talking at once, one person was talking over the next, and I couldn't understand a word that was being said, nor could I get a word in. As far as I was concerned, they could go crazy all they wanted as long as nobody put their hands on me; we were good. Holly and Hood Brat pulled up as soon as bitches saw them. They were calm and quiet. All that energy went out the window; now, bitches wanted to act humble. All I could do was laugh. But that smile soon was wiped from my face the second I turned around and saw a letter with the word EVICTION written in capital letters on the club's door. I snatched the paperwork off the door and immediately began reading it. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I left Holly and my girls out front to handle Fly Si’s family while I figured out what the fuck was going on with my money and business.
These bitches didn’t pull up really on shit and I needed 67 bands in less than 30 days.
I watched from behind the bush as Meech walked into the abandoned townhouse with a duffel bag.
As soon as the door started to close behind him, I jumped into action, placing a stick in the doorway to prevent it from closing.
I looked around, checking my surroundings carefully, before walking through the same door.
The smell of piss hit my nostrils, but the face mask that covered my entire face prevented the smell from being as strong.
I walked through the house, being careful not to make noise.
I was doing this shit solo and needed to be as discreet as possible.
I could hear him making noise in the back room, so I headed in that direction.
As soon as I made it to the cracked door, I peeked inside and saw him on his knees in front of an open safe.
Taking a deep breath, I knew that this was my moment and the perfect time to make my move. Lifting my arm, I raised my glock.
“Drop everything and don’t make another move or I’ll blow your top off!”
Meech quickly dropped everything he had in his hand and looked over his shoulder.
“Turn the fuck back around!” I demanded. He did as he was told.
“What the fuck is this shit about?” He questioned.
I knew that since Ashanti had been killed, Meech had fallen back from hanging with Khaotic.
It was no secret that he was in love with Ashanti, and the two were fucking with each other behind Khaotic's back. I had found out all that tea from my cousin Ken and wouldn’t hesitate to clock it.
But I knew the real reason was that he couldn’t handle the pressure that my family was applying and didn’t want any parts.
I don't believe that there was anyone who wanted to have to bury their family members and loved ones back to back without any breaks, so to me, he had made a wise choice to fall back.
“Put those bands in the bag and slide the bag across the floor in my direction. Don’t take all day and don’t try any funny shit or else I’m gonna clap you and still take all your shit!” I warned Meech.
I watched as he carefully did what I told him to do.
It was clear that he wasn’t happy about it, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop me other than to follow my orders.
I wasn’t here to play games. Watching him put the money in the bag, I knew that it was far more than what I needed to make the eviction go away.
My eyes wanted to light up as I watched him slide the duffel bag towards me, but I knew that I needed to stay alert because this shit could go from zero to one hundred real quick.
This was my first time carrying out an armed robbery, and it was only the beginning.
The adrenaline rush that I was feeling was indescribable.
Now I understand why some niggas were addicted to getting money the ski mask way; it was fast and effective.
I had found it to be way more exciting than running a strip club, and besides that, I really did need the money.
Since I had killed Officer Graham, my finances had taken a hard hit, and if I didn’t figure things out, I was going to lose everything that I had worked so hard for and invested my time and energy into.
I felt that losing everything that I built wasn’t an option.
“Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll see you again soon.
” I said before, grabbing the duffle bag and slowly backing out of the house with my glock pointed at Meech the entire time.
When I got outside, I ran so fast in my silver and white Air Max Pros.
By the time I made it to the car, I was out of breath and shaking, but for some strange reason, my adrenaline was still pumping.
I jumped into the car and called my homegirls.
“Everything good?” Holly answered on the first ring.
“Yeah, go and finish that bitch nigga off.” I ordered.
I watched from a distance as Holly and Hood Brat calmly strutted into the building with heels. The sound of gun shots could be heard before they both came strutting out of the building. Holly looked in my direction and nodded her head, giving me the signal that it was done.
Meech was dead.
The job was complete.
No witnesses.
I wasted no time starting the old bucket I had stolen and pulling off. I had thirty days to come up with sixty-seven bands, and I had triple that in less than 24 hours. I was lucky that it was an easy lick.