13. Zelan
I can’t believe the shit that took place tonight with lil mama and the fact that a pussy ass nigga thought it was good to shoot at me.
My first thought is that ole boy tried to get his get back, and if that was that nigga, then he might as well say his goodbyes to his mama because I'ma kill that nigga.
I saw the shit with them unfolding, because I was watching baby girl on the dance floor as I was standing in VIP.
I could never forget that face, and that fucking body; her shit was crazy as hell fine.
I watched her dance and have a good time with her friend until that fuck nigga approached her.
When he grabbed her the way he did, I moved towards them quickly, with my crew in tow.
Watching them go back and forth and listening to him talk shit to her was a no for me.
That shit had me heated as hell. When he called her a hoe, trying to flex like he was some hard ass dude sent me over the edge, and I had to lay hands on his ass cause nigga what!
I’m sorry, there was no way I was gon’ let a nigga disrespect a woman in my face, and especially not in my damn club.
I wanted to stomp my foot through his punk ass chest. Bitch nigga!
When security pulled me off ole boy, baby girl went to work on his ass too. She was feisty, lil’ fine ass broad. She kind of reminded me of me. We fucked his ass up.
If it wasn’t him that shot at us, that meant that somebody was gunning for me.
And that was the worst mistake they could ever make in their miserable ass life.
Now I was gunning for them and I wouldn’t fuckin’ miss.
Ari looked so damn scared, and I hated that she had to be apart of this because she seemed like a good girl, just with a badass attitude.
I was still pissed about her trying to fight my ass, but she was good for now.
My phone was ringing in my pocket. “Yooo,” I answered.
“Nigga, what the fuck was that shit back there?” Meek was yelling through the phone.
“Man, I guess we got some issues. Call up Steve and have him pull the cameras from the club. Also, tell him to have the Chevy Impala in the parking lot towed to the address I’m sending you now, and hit Ju up,” I demanded.
“Done,” he responded.
“I just dropped lil mama off, so meet me at Lucinda’s in forty-five,” I stated and ended the call.
My mind drifted to shorty; she was gon’ be mine and the fact that she let me kiss her, yeah, she had to be in my lineup.
This was just the beginning. I wasn’t so sure that I was gon’ be able to hit and just walk away.
I had too many women in rotation, but I was willing to see what she was about.
We pulled up to the location and that shit instantly pissed me off all over again.
I had my driver stop by my crib because I had to pick something up and once, we made it there, I ran in to get what I needed.
My phone started going off and it was Alani calling.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What happened to you? I thought you were coming over?”
“Girl, my bad. I died and my mama nem bout to have my funeral. I’ll call you after the repast.” I hung up on her ass cause girl leave me the fuck alone right now.
That chick was crazy as fuck; she was at the club and knew what the fuck happened. But gon’ call me with that silly as shit. She called me again and I quickly sent her ass to voicemail.
. “It’s showtime.” I thought to myself cause somebody was gon’ tell me something.
“So, what we got? Any info on who was shooting at me?” I asked walking in.
You good?” Rock asked.
“I’m good, bro.”
“Steve got something from the cameras outside, he’s on his way here now. He did say it had nothing to do with ole boy you got in the tussle with,” Meek said.
About twenty minutes later, Steve walked in with the information we needed. I just knew I was seeing shit when the video started rolling.
“The fuck! You see this shit?” I looked over at Meek, quickly looking in his direction.
“Yeah, I do and it’s time to light that bitch up.” He sighed.
We always had this thing about women and children not being touched.
Well, that shit was about to be voided; we had a bitch to put six feet under!
I hated to see a mother have to bury both her kids, but that shit was about be a reality!
She had better save that black dress because she was damn sure gone need it again.
“Fuckkk! This bitch better be ready for this war she brought to her dinner table because my get back about to be vicious!” I spoke, as I focused on the video.
She had her a little team of shooters. Damn, they must have been plotting for a long ass time.
I couldn’t believe Posh was a dirty bitch.
Juelz was going to lose his shit when he saw this damn video.
Well, I guess she was a little pissed at us for killing her brother.
Fuck that nigga though and fuck her too.
Even though we didn’t fuck with our dad, we were still cool with his sister’s kids. But fuck all they asses now. If that nigga wanted some smoke, he could get it too. There was nothing in our hearts that beat for that nigga.