Chapter 30 – War
Chapter
Thirty
FOUR MONTHS LATER
WAR
Iwatched as the old man walked out of the yard of his home carrying two suitcases while his wife waved goodbye from the front porch.
I wasted no time jumping out of the car; I was driving and quickly approaching him.
He had his back turned as he was placing his suitcases in the trunk of the car.
As soon as he turned around and saw me, he tried his best to respond, but his reflexes were no match for my speed.
Aiming at his torso, I let off four shots before the final one landed in the middle of his forehead.
His wife screamed in agony, “Nooooooooo!”
She stood on the porch, unable to move, her body trembling as she witnessed her husband die in front of her. I casually approached her with my gun aimed. I hated to have to do her in, but no witnesses.
“Please no! Don't!” she begged me.
I ignored her pleas. It wasn't personal.
I was doing what I needed to do to protect my girl.
An enemy of hers was an enemy of mine, and for that reason, she had to go.
I let off two shots to her chest and watched her body fall to the ground.
Lala ran outside, hearing her mother scream.
As soon as she saw me, she turned around and tried running back into the house.
I raised my gun and shot her twice in the back and once in the back of the head.
“Bitch you talked too damn much anyway.”
I stared down at her mother, clenching to life, without empathy, I shot her once in the head, and walked off.
I was paving the way for my girl to move forward.
Things were only going to get better from here.
I had a couple more loose ends to handle, and she and her child would be free from the past.
I jumped in the car and headed to switch cars, guns, and clothes. After killing Wrizzles' uncle Dark, I was on my way to my next destination. I called Gutta Barbie to check on her.
“Hey,” she answered the phone.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I'm feeling better. The baby moved today.” I could tell she was smiling through the phone.
“Word?” I asked, sad that I had missed it. “Damn, I hate missing moments like this.”
“Don't worry, there will be plenty more moments.”
I was hopeful too, but living the life that I was living, you never know.
“Are you ready for the gender reveal?” I asked, changing the subject. I didn't want to let her know that I was on my way to handle business, and tomorrow was never promised. I wanted to keep her in a peaceful and positive environment.
“Yes, I'm really hoping it's a girl,” she said excitedly.
“Well, you know I'm forever team boy, but I'll be happy either way,” I said, making her laugh.
We talked for twenty more minutes before I told her I was going to call her later on.
I had just pulled up to Wrizzle's father's barber shop that he had opened in memory of his son, Wrizzle.
For this occasion, I brought out my best artillery, my Uzi.
I was about to put bullets through his son's legacy.
I jumped out of the car and stood in the middle of the street, gripping my Uzi.
I spotted his father, Benji, in the middle of the barber shop cutting someone's hair.
I didn't give a fuck who it was, to me anybody supporting the niggas business was an opp of mine.
I sprayed the entire barbershop and everything that was affiliated with it, including the vehicles parked in front of the building.
By the time I was finished, smoke and debris filled the air.
Everybody was screaming and running, trying their hardest not to be the next to end up printed on the back of a shirt.
I got back in the car and pulled off into traffic.
I wasn't new to this shit
I was true to it.
This was the type of shit that I did.
It was the way that I had earned my name and my respect.
I was a highly ranked gangsta,
Niggas respected me and stayed out of my way.
I would put down my life for the people that I love,
Without hesitation.
I called Gutta Barbie back.
“How are you doing, beautiful?” I asked as soon as she answered.
“I'm sure you know the answer to that question,” she giggled.
I smiled, knowing that she had already gotten word about me smoking insane people. Only if she knew how many more phone calls she was about to receive. It was time for her to know who she was dealing with, no masks.
This is who I am.
We talked for another two hours. My entire drive to New York.
It was one of the longest and best phone conversations that I had ever had in my life.
I wasn't really the phone type of nigga, but I could sit and talk to Gutta Barbie for hours.
She was the type that'll have gangsters falling asleep on the phone on some lovey-dovey shit, no cap.
As soon as I made it to my destination, I promised I'd call her back.
I rolled up on the block, and these niggas were shooting dice like shit was sweet. They had the audacity to run down in my girls' establishment and think that shit wasn't gonna get addressed.
I was here to do just that.
“Who the fuck is this nigga?” Lil Nas asked.
“I don't know, but he sure is fine.” Khaotic sister Lil Slim flirted.
I screwed my face up at her before snatching my strap from my waist and hitting her on the neck with a bullet.
Lil Nas' reaction was delayed due to him being in shock at seeing Slim on the ground, holding her neck.
He hesitated over what to do, and that hesitation cost him his life.
I smoked his ass and every other nigga standing there.
Nobody dared to make a move on me, and now every witness was lifeless.
Another day in the hood.
Another War.
Another message.
To not fuck with mine.
I was coming, it didn't matter who you were, or where you were from.
I wanted the streets to know that Gutta Barbie was off-limits.
The message was simple.
Touch mine, you die, no witnesses.