Chapter 24 – Lil Rude #2
I gave her directions, and we were on our way.
The entire drive, all I could think about was Hood Brat.
I was really missing her. This was the longest we had gone without talking since the day that we met, and I wasn't feeling it at all.
But I knew that she had every reason to act the way that she was acting.
It was my fault that I hadn't told anybody about Seraphina, but my reasons were never to hurt Hood Brat in any way; it was simply out of regret and embarrassment.
We pulled up to Dirty D’s, and I saw Hood Brat’s all-pink Range Rover parked in the parking lot.
“Stay here and don't get out of the car,” I ordered Seraphina. I used all of my strength to help me get out of the car.
My entire body was in excruciating pain as I limped inside Dirty D’s.
As soon as I opened the door, Hood Brat and I made eye contact.
I could immediately sense that she wasn't happy to see me, but I was ecstatic to see her.
I had been missing everything about her.
I could tell that she had been stressed from the way she was looking; she didn't have that glow to her that she normally had.
I knew that I had fucked up by not being honest with her, which was my bad.
“Why are you walking away from me? You see, a nigga can barely walk.” I said to Hood Brat.
“Why are you here?” she asked, turning around to face me with an attitude.
“I wanted to talk to you. I love you, and I miss you. It hurt me that you didn't come see me while I was in the hospital, but I understand your reasoning.”
“So again, if you know my reasoning, why are you here? As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to talk about.” Hood Brat said.
“I just need you to hear me out.”
She went to walk away again, but this time, I was close enough to stop her by grabbing her hand. When I noticed her engagement ring was missing, that was a hit to my heart.
“Where’s your ring?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You're already married, so what the fuck do I look like walking around rocking your ring? Are you cool?” Hood Brat asked.
“I've been trying to get a divorce from that bitch for over a year, and she's been dodging all my efforts. I don't want anything to do with her. We don't fuck or live in the same house. I haven't put dick inside of that slimy bitch in over a year!”
“I don't want to hear that shit!” Hood Brat said, rolling her eyes.
I walked away, limping to my car that had been parked at the club since the night I got shot.
When I made it to the parking lot, I went into my trunk and pulled out my briefcase.
As soon as I got what I needed, I told Seraphina to follow me inside the club, and she did so willingly.
We walked inside Dirty D’s together, and as soon as Hood Brat saw who I was with, she began to snap.
“Nigga that shot you took got you losing your mother fucking mind! How dare you disrespect me and walk in here with this tired ass bitch!” she snapped, mugging me in the face.
“Relax,” I told her.
“Nigga, please!” Hood Brat spat.
“Have a seat, Seraphina,” I ordered, and she did as she was told. As soon as she was sitting across from me, I pulled out the paperwork from the briefcase before removing my Glock. “Sign, now!” I demanded.
“Are you serious?” Seraphina asked in tears.
“You know I am bitch. You think you can steal from me, then dodge this paperwork while you run the streets fucking young niggas?
What, you thought I didn't know about the little nigga you were creeping around with?
I know that's who you paid to come up in here to try and kill me.
That hit came from you with my money. I already found out about the insurance policy you tried to take out on me, but that shit didn't work because I was up on game a long time ago when it came to slimy bitches like you!”
“What are you talking about, Rude?”’She asked, playing stupid.
“You orchestrated all of this shit just because a nigga didn't want to be with you anymore, but you've been stealing way before that. I wanted to leave you the day I caught you stealing from me, but I knew that I needed to be strategic and smart.” I shared.
The look on her face was priceless; even Hood Brat's mouth was hanging open.
I did this in front of her because I was done hiding shit from her.
I wanted her to know the truth and that it was always her I wanted to be with.
I wanted her to see the truth and that my intention was never to hurt her the way that I did.
I could've gone about things differently, but what was done was done.
“Please don’t do this. I’m sorry; they made me. I told them I didn’t want any parts, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Seraphina begged.
“Who made you? What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, looking at her with slanted eyes. I have been dealing with her long enough to know when she is blowing smoke. But the look on her face told me that somebody had put her up to this shit. “WHO WAS IT!” I banged my fist on the table.
Instead of answering me, she quickly picked up the pen and tried to stab Hood Brat in the throat.
I raised my arm just in time, sending a bullet into her chest. She bent over, holding onto her chest with widened eyes.
Hood Brat jumped out of the way as Seraphina’s body fell to the floor.
I stood over her, watching her gasp for air.
Moments later, she whispered she was sorry one last time before taking her last breath.
I tossed the papers off the table, flipping it over and knocking over the chairs.
“What the fuck!” I snapped. I didn’t know what to do; everything had gotten out of hand.
I looked at Hood Brat, defeated. This shit was making me go crazy. I was tired of all the bullshit, and now there were some niggas who knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about them. That shit had me in my head feeling uneasy.
“I’ll call Hitman; he’ll know what to do.” She said before quickly disappearing into the back of the club.
I limped towards Seraphina’s body and lifted her hand, sliding the marriage ring off her finger.
Using her hand, I took the pen and forged her signature on the divorce papers.
There was nothing in this world keeping me from divorcing this grimey ass bitch.
I rummaged through her pocketbook and took her phone.
I needed to find out who the niggas behind me getting shot were.
There wasn’t a dead bitch in this world that was going to keep me from finding out what I needed to know.
I was checking her text messages and recent calls when a name stuck out to me, catching my attention.
“Lil Nas?” I asked out loud, pondering on the name. It had sounded familiar, but nothing rang a bell.
There was also a girl named Nay who had been texting in the group chat along with Lil Nas and another person.
I thought back to that night, seeing two dudes, and knew that this had to be them.
I didn’t know what her connection was to these niggas or how she knew them, but something was telling me that the nigga Lil Nas was the young boy that I had been hearing she’s been running around creeping with, yet she wanted to act like she was scared of the nigga.
Nothing was stopping me from getting to the bottom of shit.