Chapter 19
SOSA
Ihad Tray looking into the nigga Jordan, but I was also doing my own recon and saw that he stayed hanging around four other niggas.
That matched up with the robbery for sure, but none of them looked like they were holding either.
They still hung around the same places, and none of them were flashy besides Jordan’s stupid ass.
Outside of Quick’s ring, I hadn’t seen shit to prove they were the ones who ran up in the casino, but now I had a different reason to approach him.
I was already on his ass, but the fact that he was fucking with Perfect, even after I’d warned him was about to get him a busted lip to match his black eyes.
Pulling up to his rundown-ass apartment building, I quickly spotted him and some fake K.
Michelle looking bitch sitting outside. That instantly pissed me off because if he had a bitch, why was he steady fucking with my shorty?
Shaking my head, I climbed out and approached them as they passed a blunt back and forth.
Before he could even acknowledge me, I sent my fist crashing into the side of his head.
His girl immediately started screaming as he stumbled weakly, trying to swing.
“Didn’t I tell yo’ bitch ass to stay away from Bliss?” I taunted, rocking him again. He crashed onto the wooden stairs, no doubt hitting his back hard as fuck.
“Oh, my God! Heeeelp!”
“Shut up!” I gritted, pointing my gun at her, and her lips instantly clamped shut. Pulling that nigga up by his shirt, I knocked him upside the head with the barrel. “I’m already on yo’ ass, nigga, but if you keep fuckin’ with Perfect, you gon’ die sooner than you thought!”
“Whooo?” he slurred as bloody drool dripped from his mouth.
“Bliss, muthafucka! Bring yo’ ass near her again, I’m gon’ put a bullet in yo’ fuckin’ head!” I shoved him away and went to walk off but thought better of it. Grabbing his hand, I tried to break his finger while snatching my cousin’s ring off his shit.
“Ugh, you ain’t even have to do all that! You already snaked him!” Shorty was still talking shit as I walked back to my truck, but I didn’t acknowledge her.
Defending a nigga who was getting beat up for fucking with another woman had to be rock bottom, but she ain’t even care.
She was already sitting on the stairs, cradling his head and still screaming while I inspected the ring in my hand.
Just like I thought, the gold band littered with diamonds and one small ruby was Quick’s, and the inscription inside only proved it.
Demonios Camino. The biker crew our uncle was part of all rocked the same ring, and it was one of the only things Quick had of his pops.
When we were younger, his half Mexican ass used to walk around saying that shit and flashing the ring all the time, so I’d recognize it anywhere.
Dropping it into my cupholder, I pulled off in the direction of his crib, pissed off.
He’d wasted all types of time not saying shit about the ring when we could’ve been on the niggas who robbed us. Shit, if it wasn’t for Jordan’s ass being so tenderdicked behind Perfect, we’d probably still be chasing our tails, tryna find them niggas.
I pulled up and let myself in, already hearing Norielle’s loudmouth ass yelling. “You got me fucked up, Quick! Why you texting other bitches in my face? Now if I was talking to other niggas, it’d be a problem.”
“Bro, I told you this the nurse from the hospital. She just checking to make sure I’m doing my therapy.
Damn!” When I rounded the corner, Quick was sitting back on the couch while she stood over him, looking crazy.
They were both so engrossed in the argument that neither of them noticed me easing into the room.
“That sound like bullshit! Texting patients should be against policy! I’m gon’ report that bitch―”
“Man, have yo’ ass ever had two good days in a row? Call that girl job, and on my mama, I’m done fuckin’ with yo’ silly ass!” He fumed, waving her off. “You need to be tryna find a job while you in an employed muthafucka’s business.”
“Bitch, you the reason I got fired!”
“Naw, yo’ neck the reason you got fired, and that’s really the only part of your body I invited over here. Your pussy just showed up, and I’m definitely bouta put out a no trespassing on that muthafucka!”
“You get on my fuckin’ nerves! I’m leaving. Don’t call me back over here either!” She huffed, finally noticing me and having the nerve to look embarrassed.
“Lying ass. If I told you to bring yo’ throat over here tonight, you’d be in the first ride share your ass could get! Fuck outta here!” Quick snorted and grinned when he saw me standing there as she stormed out the door, still screaming. “What’s up, cuz?”
“Shit, just thought I’d drop in on you.” I came further into the room and plopped down on the couch opposite him. He was watching some anime shit and quickly lowered the volume while he lit a blunt.
“You see the crazy shit I be dealing with? Y’all got me over here with the black Annie Wilkes. I’m bouta have auntie start coming through to protect me for real,” he said, taking a long pull and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
“Nigga, you bet not try to bring my mama into this damn dysfunction! She’ll fuck around and shoot that girl!” I said seriously, and he snickered.
“Yo, you right. She ain’t gon’ have to worry about that, though, if her stupid ass try to get Micah fired.” He frowned, already pulling out his phone and scrolling.
“Since when y’all start talking?”
The last I’d heard, Micah wasn’t fucking with him like that, so I couldn’t lie, I was surprised as fuck to hear they were texting. Then again, I felt like Micah was serious about her job enough that she was probably messaging his ass to make sure he was doing what he was supposed to.
Shrugging, he reached to hand his blunt over, and I accepted it, knowing I needed something to take the edge off.
“Shit, she gave me her number the day I left the hospital. She really want a nigga but she just playing games. That’s the only reason Norielle still around.
As soon as Micah give me the word, though, Norielle and her neck done.
” He was dead ass serious judging from the look on his face, but I cracked up laughing.
Him and his jokes about that girl’s neck was funny as hell.
“Maaan, remember when I asked you about Uncle Rico’s ring?” My tone was light like I was just making casual conversation, but he instantly tensed.
“Yeah, I told you―” He started to lie, but when I tossed the ring in his lap, his jaw clenched closed. “Where you find it?” he finally asked after studying it for a few seconds.
Shrugging, I handed the blunt back.
“Perfect’s bitch ass ex. He was rocking it the last time I saw him. That’s when I asked you the first time. I just had to go fuck him up, though, and decided to take it and see for myself. Fuck you lie for?”
“Shit, I ain’t think I’d see this muthafucka again to be honest. This the whole reason they shot my black ass ’cause I wasn’t coming off my shit.
I’d probably be dead if that nigga knew what the fuck he was doin’.
My whole fuckin’ life flashed before my eyes that night then I woke up in the hospital, feeling goofy as hell for being about to die over a fuckin ring.
Shit don’t even hold the same weight no more for real.
” He rolled it around in his hand as he spoke, and I instantly felt bad.
He’d been acting so normal after that shit that I thought he was straight, but obviously, his ass was fucked up behind being shot.
That had me even hotter than knowing someone had taken it from him.
No doubt if Jordan was the one who pulled the trigger, he was going to die the worst death I could think up.
“Fuck, my bad, man. I ain’t think about that shit at all to be honest. I mean, if you had told us, we would’ve been looking and had another lead on the robbery, but I didn’t know you were fucked up about it like that.” I watched him close it in his fist and sniff back tears.
Real shit, Quick was one of the toughest niggas I knew, and to see his ass getting emotional had me ready to murder something. “On the bright side, you got it back ’cause it belongs to you, and on an even brighter side, I’ma tie the nigga up for you with a bow once I confirm he did that shit.”
That had his head snapping up, and he scrubbed a hand down his face. “I get to do the honors?”
My jaw twitched as I internally warred with myself.
On one hand, I wanted to be the one who got to torture Jordan’s bitch ass, but I knew Quick deserved that get back more than anybody else.
“You got that, but if your arm still in that sling, I’m gon’ have to take the shot for yo’ crippled ass,” I joked, knowing his ass wasn’t going to be shooting shit if his arm was still fucked up.
“Ahhh, man, here you fuckin’ go! I’m good over here! All my stitches out and shit. I’m definitely A1.” He tried to shake the sling off and winced.
“Man, chill before you hurt yourself, and while you over here talking ’bout shooting niggas, you better be finding a date for that goofy ass charity. Yo’ ass probably gon’ get the lowest bid with that fucked up ass arm.”
His eyes widened because he’d probably forgotten about that shit the same way me and Valentino had. “Oh, shit!”
“Yeeeeah, muthafucka! Try and see if Micah gon’ take pity on you and be your date, ’cause you know my mama not going for Norielle.” I stood up to leave, and he followed suit.
“Maaaan, fuck you!” Even as he spoke, we locked hands and embraced in a one-armed hug. “Chill on me before I call Perfect on yo’ ass! I mean, Bliss, nigga, damn!” he screeched, jumping back to avoid my fist.
“Let me get outta here before I have to fuck you up,” I grumbled, shoving his bitch ass while he laughed.
He knew I wasn’t playing behind Perfect and insisted on fucking with me. Making my way out of the house, I ignored him cracking jokes behind me. He was lucky I needed to go put Vega up on game and rub it in his face that I was right.