Cincuenta y Dos
It was fucking four in the morning when I stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Alvi was fucking insistent about this Rossi Family guy staying parked outside as a precaution. I told him that he could leave, that it wasn’t fucking necessary, but he didn’t listen. Stupido.
I don’t know what the fuck they thought was gonna happen, but I could tell you that Gabe wasn’t leaving her side to come find me for round two tonight. I know this for a fucking fact.
He doesn’t play when Payton gets like this. I’ve caught his ass reading book after book about mental health, and he’s done his research. He won’t leave her ass, so he’s figured out how to deal with it all.
It’s how I know that every time she has one of these episodes, she ends up sleeping it off for literal hours if not fucking days. She’s comatose, and my cousin doesn’t fucking move. He would rather get fucking stabbed for not coming back to the X than leave her unprotected.
In our junior year, she had another one of these incidents, and he didn’t come back for a whole fucking week.
He didn’t report in, and he took a knife to the hand as punishment.
When it healed up, he got the imprint of her red lips inked over it so it would be like she was kissing it better. Pinche guacareada. Fucking vomit.
Back then, he was being diligent and made sure that her Pops didn’t get so coked up that he, "accidentally," walked into her room late at night. We never spoke about it, but I know he didn’t trust her father. He knew what a sick fuck he was.
Even with that motherfucker dead and gone, he won’t stray from her when she crashes out like this. I bet he’s keeping watch to make sure that his nasty ass friend doesn’t try any shit. And I bet that motherfucker would.
On their way out, even with Tommy holding blue suit guy by his fucking neck, that baboso had the balls to look over his shoulder at me and smile.
I swear to mis diosas , I felt the sludge in my gut bubble up when I caught him licking his cracked lips.
There’s something not right about his creepy-looking ass.
I guarantee it’s one of the reasons mi primo’s fucking paranoid right now.
Otro rasgo familiar. Another family trait.
He’s probably out here locking every window and door of whatever fucking hole they’re staying in.
Pero , in addition to his boy being a fucking creeper, Gabe knows just as well as I do that Princess fucking Payton was given a pardon tonight.
She was given a pass because of her family. It makes me so fucking mad that this bitch once again, is never held accountable for her shit.
She would’ve been dealt with otherwise, and I would’ve loved to see it. From what I’ve quickly learned, the Rossi Family doesn’t play when it comes to being disrespected like that, and I was honestly hoping for a show.
Gabe had figured out that shit too, hence the predictable paranoia. It’s why he tilted his head to Alvi to show some fucking respect. Tattoo guy frowned and narrowed his eyes at him, but lifted his chin to accept mi primo ’s gratitude for not shooting her crazy ass.
Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure that Alvi gave her some grace after seeing how fucked she is in the head. This is by far the worst mental health break that I’ve seen her go through. I think that everyone in here tonight witnessed her jumping off the fucking deep end.
There’s literalmente no other explanation as to why she’d be out here with a fucking pistola acting like she was going to shoot up the shop. She had this look on her face like she was invincible, but what she really had was a fucking death wish; she was in all her manic glory.
Coming up like we did, you know that pulling a piece means that you’re ready to shoot and be shot at, if shit jumps off. And this bitch didn’t hesitate to whip it out and get the party started.
Her shit would’ve definitely caused a fucking problem out in BX. And out there, they don’t give a fuck who your abuela is. If tattoo guy didn’t have tea with her grandma like he mentioned, I guarantee he wouldn’t have been so understanding.
Respect, retaliation, and reputation are the three R’s that keep the streets running, and that shit’s true out in New York, just like it obviously is here. Here being the parallel fucking universe that I’ve found myself in.
This ain't the X, but it’s definitely the life.
This isn’t some bullshit townie operation, and Alvi ain’t no low-level shit out here in the Rossi Family.
He’s got rank. He’s number three in line of a literalmente Italian crime family.
They do the usual shit you’d expect with the fucking gambling, running numbers, loan sharking, protection, shit like that, pero , they also have these “ golden ties .”
This family is out here with connections to pro ball, casinos, and fucking imported Italian wine and shit. They’re also the ones you go to when shit goes sideways. And that’s just the shit I found out sitting here.
So Alvi would’ve been in his fucking right to take her out, considering who his ass is.
She walked up in here with a fucking gun, and as soon as Gabe saw her reach inside that ugly ass purse, he started choking on the toxic fumes of grandiosity that were radiating off of her ass.
And I was able to smell her psychosis from the other side of the fucking room.
She pointed that shit in the middle of Alvi’s fucking shop, and she didn’t flinch when guns were pointed at her either. Alvi held his hand up to halt his guys from blasting her to the big psych ward in the sky, but it was like this silly bitch didn’t even notice that they were there.
She was too focused on me. And getting that R in Retaliation. Ay, diosas, wey.