Chapter 6 Titan #2
People along the street were screaming and taking cover. Cars were getting the fuck out of dodge. The masked nigga aimed the gun at me, fired, and missed.
“Oh, that’s what we doing?” I said, a grin on my face.
He shot at the car, but the bullets did nothing but ricochet off.
I knew the trouble I was getting into when I came over here.
That’s why I had my truck, which was fully modified with a bulletproof body and windows, flown over.
Sometimes I took for hire jobs with my uncle that caused me to be a little reckless. A nigga would never catch me slipping.
I slid back in the car. “Get in the driver’s seat,” I said, sliding the seat back.
We worked quickly to switch positions like we had plenty of times before.
Mia was no stranger to what I did on the side because she often accompanied me on my bullshit.
Reaching in the back, I pushed the button, and the seats popped up, revealing the secret compartment where I kept my guns.
Pulling out my own rifle, I loaded the magazine and rolled down the passenger window.
Mia was whipping this big bitch in reverse like the pro she was.
“Hold that shit, baby,” I said, looking through the scope and lining up my target… the nigga hanging out the sunroof.
He was so busy shooting at the truck that he didn’t pay attention to me lining him up. I squeezed the trigger and hit him right between the eyes. His body slumped, and he fell forward, dropping the gun.
“Gotcha, bitch.”
That slowed the SUV down, but didn’t stop them from coming.
“Hold on!” Mia said, whipping the truck back around.
She shifted into drive and floored the gas. I held on as she made a sharp right onto another street before dipping into an alleyway. Boxes and debris went flying as she drove like a fucking maniac. In the distance, I could hear police sirens.
“Lose them muthafuckas,” I said, as the SUV started catching up.
We swung onto another, less populated street, and she floored the gas again. When I looked back, I saw three additional SUVs behind us now. The car JacQues was in fell back, and the rest pushed forward, guns blazing.
“These muthafuckas are about to have my shit all dented up,” I mumbled.
“I’d rather it be your truck than your ass,” Mia said. “Where the fuck are the guys?!”
No sooner than she said that, I saw DaVinchi’s Hellcat coming up the road with the rest of the guys behind him.
Maddie was hanging out the sunroof with her ski mask on and her gun drawn.
Even with only her eyes visible, I knew she held the pissed off look only a mother could give.
They were shooting at her baby, and she wasn’t having that.
Vinchi zoomed past one truck, and the next thing I saw was the nigga hanging out the window, crashing to the pavement below.
His people didn’t even stop for him, just ran his ass over and kept pushing.
Booker and Emmon’s SUVs zoomed past and cut us off, blocking off traffic as they came to a stop.
Mia swung the car and went back in their direction.
By this time, Booker’s crazy ass was out the car and popping the trunk.
“Ah shit,” I said as we rolled up behind them.
Mia and I hopped out and fell right in line with the others, raining down gunfire as DaVinchi and Maddie drove them toward us.
“I got this shit,” Booker said, moving between us. “I made a special stop to Smoke’s warehouse before we got on that jet.”
This nigga had two grenade launchers, one of which he handed to me.
“Oh, hell yeah! Baby, get down,” I told Mia as I lifted that bitch.
Once the other SUVs realized what was about to happen, they tried to stop, but Vinchi kept pushing while Maddie kept shooting.
I looked at Booker, and he looked at me.
With a head nod, we let off double rounds from the launcher, taking out the first two SUVs.
When the engines exploded, the third truck caught fire and swerved, ramming head first into a streetlight.
As we scrambled back into the cars, Vinchi came flying through the flames and debris. All that could be heard was the sound of tires screeching as the four vehicles hightailed it down the street. We split up and made our way back toward the house.
“Now we really gotta get the fuck up outta here,” I mumbled once we were far enough away from the chaos.
“I want that nigga’s head,” Mia declared. “You’re gonna shoot at me while I’m pregnant? Fuck that!”
“Calm down, baby—”
“Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! I want him dead!”
“And we’ll get him. Just not right now.”
“You expect me to wait five months?”
“I expect you to sit your ass down and have this baby. I’ll take care of this shit.”
She folded her arms and blew a heavy breath, mumbling under her breath. My phone rang; it was Ms. Maddie.
“We’re good, Ma,” I answered.
“What the hell happened, Titan?”
“He called her when we came out of the doctor’s office. I’m guessing he’s been having her followed for him to know where we were.”
“Then he probably knows where she’s been laying her head. You need to get her back to the states like, today. I’ve already called for the jet.”
“I hear you. We’re just gonna come grab a few things and head to the jet strip.”
“Hurry up.”
She hung up and so did I. I looked over at Mia, who was pouting like shit right now.
I knew she was mad, and I knew she wanted to get at JacQues, but her cover was blown.
It was gonna take time to rework the plan because we couldn’t move like we intended to anymore.
It was bad enough that we were shooting in broad daylight.
Stray bullets could have claimed a number of innocent lives and we didn’t move like that. Ever.
The best place for her to be was back home with her people, especially with her being pregnant. Niggas like JacQues would still be around months from now. As long as there were people to traffic, he’d keep moving business as usual.
I reached over and grabbed Mia’s hand. Bringing it to my lips, I kissed her fingers.
“Daddy will make it up to you,” I jested.
She glared at me. “You can start by kissing my ass.”
“You want me to kiss the ass cheeks or the ass crack?”
She tried not to smile, but it failed her.
“I can’t stand you,” she said, snatching her hand away.
“You love me, though.”
She sighed. “I do.”
“Give me them lips.”
She unhooked her seatbelt and leaned across the center console. Cupping my chin, she pressed her lips to mine. I kept my eyes on the road as she tongued me down.
“I need some dick on the jet,” she said, licking from my neck to my earlobe as she grabbed my dick. “All that made me excited.”
I chuckled. “I got your crazy ass, mamas.”
She grinned as she sat back in her seat, hand still possessive on my shit. Ten minutes later, we were pulling into the driveway of her house. The others were already there and heading inside. I got out and went around to let my wife out. We’d gotten halfway up the steps before she turned around.
“Left my phone!” she called over her shoulder.
I nodded as I pulled a blunt from my pocket.
As I felt around for my lighter, a weird feeling came over me…
an inkling of sorts. When I looked up, it was like everything was happening in slow motion.
That same SUV from earlier crept by, the back window rolled down, and JacQues’ face appeared with a sinister smile as he aimed his gun right at Mia.
“Get down!” I yelled.
Bullets started flying as I tried my hardest to make it to my wife. That was my only concern. When I saw her drop to the ground, gripping her stomach, my adrenaline began to rush. My mind said I was bulletproof because I dipped and dogged bullets to get to her.
Gunfire ceased, and the SUV sped off.
All I could see when I made it to Mia was blood… so much fucking blood. Ms. Maddie came running out the house screaming, and the guys were right behind her.
“No, no, no, no… Mia! Oh, God, not my baby!”
She dropped to her knees, damn near knocking me over.
“Mia… Mia, baby hold on for Mommy!”
“He—he shot me—” she whispered. “He shot me…. the baby—”
I looked down to see her hand covering her stomach. When she moved it, blood gushed from the open wound.
“We have to get her to a hospital right fucking now,” I said, scooping her up. Vinchi opened the back door, and I climbed in with Mia still in my arms. Ms. Maddie got in behind me while Emmon hopped in the front seat.
“We’re right behind you!” Booker said.
“Drive this muthafucka, Emmon!” I yelled.
I pulled off my shirt and pressed it to the gunshot wound to stop the bleeding.
“Hang in there, love,” I pleaded. “You gotta fight for me, mamas.”
“My baby!” she screamed, crying profusely. “My baby!”
I’d never seen or heard so much pain in her voice. It was breaking me. I wanted her to show real emotion, but fuck!
I didn’t want it like this.