Chapter 6
One Month Later
Once Zelly was on one, it was hard to bring her down.
We always teased that she got off on watching these niggas die.
The look on her face was composed, but I knew better.
She was pissed, shorty was on a hundred right now just like me.
Normally, it was her that handled shit out in these streets, but these niggas decided they wanted to get bold just because she was a female.
They knew when I showed up, there were no questions, bodies were going to drop.
The engine roared louder and the wind whipped through the car as I pushed harder on the gas, weaving through traffic with zero patience.
Knowing that these niggas was out here making side deals and thinking that shit was gonna slide was crazy as fuck.
Like, what type of stupid do you gotta be to play with money and loyalty at the same damn time?
In this life, both of those mistakes get people buried.
Then what really had me on fire was hearing about the plan to line Zelly the fuck up.
That shit ripped through me because she wasn’t just some chick that worked for me.
That was my best friend since middle school.
We didn’t have to be blood for her to be my family.
She spent holidays with my family and took trips with us.
Not to mention, she held me down in the streets.
Zelly was a true blue, and if there was a threat to her, then that was also a threat to me.
We pulled up to our distribution warehouse and hopped out the car.
The building was outside of the city, in a secluded part of the county.
There was enough armed security to start our own army and take over the city if we wanted to.
Rome was already outside waiting on us, pacing back and forth near the entrance smoking a cigarette.
When he saw us, he threw out his cigarette and held the door open for us.
Rome was Zelly’s right hand, but truthfully, he was family to both of us.
One of my closest friends. The type of nigga who moved smart, stayed solid, and his loyalty was never questioned.
If he said we had a problem, then that’s what it was.
In our city, nothing moved without us knowing about it.
When Rome heard about three of our lieutenants trying to cut a side deal behind our backs and them plotting to off Zelly, he immediately called us.
Loyalty was everything to me, and when you crossed that shit, you crossed the point of no return.
I may have seemed soft and put together on the surface for these cameras, my artistry, and this political shit my family was into.
On some real shit though, I was HIM and would lay your ass in the dirt.
“What you got?” I asked the second we made it inside.
“These niggas been meeting up with the Zardo boys behind closed doors for months. Moving our product before it’s processed in and cutting side deals. Rich Zardo wanted Zelly dead because he wanted control of the city. He can’t do that with us in the way.
“He don’t have to wait to come see me, because I’ma go see his ass just as soon as I’m done with these bitch boys.
There ain’t never been a bitch in me, and I’ma show these niggas tonight,” Zelly said, as she swayed her hips from side to side with her red bottoms clacking against the concrete floor and her twin 357’s in each hand.
“Damn that’s a bad bitch.” Rome shook his head.
We followed behind Zell, and the entire crew, including our street team, was all standing around shooting the shit. But when they saw Zelly and the fact that her gunplay was on display, these niggas faces got tight, and those smiles instantly went away.
“Call ’em out, Rome!” she yelled.
“Drake!” he spat, and Zelly lifted her guns and walked up on Drake and put slug after slug in that nigga. When he hit the ground, she watched him until she was sure he was dead. These dudes tried they best to get out the way, but she wasted no time holding her guns out on them.
“Next!” she yelled with fire in her eyes.
“Rod!” He yelled and that nigga Rod tried to run, and she was sending shots in his back, one by muthafuckin one.
“Nex….” She tried to call out, but that nigga Cino put that shit together and knew he was next.
He knew exactly who his partners in this shit was.
So, he had his gun out and started letting off shots wild as fuck, hitting a couple of the guys, and that was fucked up because they lost their life for nothing.
I pulled my gun out, and me and Zelly together ate that nigga Cino up.
“This is what a dangerous game to play with us looks like. If you ever get it in your mind to fuck with us, that’s where you will end up.
Don’t ever think it’s okay to fuck with me because you think I’m soft.
I will eat yo ass for dinner and then go see your bitch ass mother for dessert!
” Zelly gritted and walked out the warehouse.
“Y’all know what it is and how we get down.
We don’t ask questions, we don’t wanna hear an explanation.
If we hear it and know it to be true, you will die!
” I told them, and a dangerous silence fell between us.
Because some of these niggas weren’t just random dudes on the team.
Some had been around us for years. They knew we meant business, but there was always that few that will test you.
They eat good with us; we go above and beyond for them. So, this shit was personal.
“You good?” I asked Z when I walked over to the car.
“I’m always good. I’ma go handle this nigga Zardo; he can’t breathe another night in the same city I take air from,” she said, applying lipstick to her lips as she looked in her compact mirror.
“Let’s ride,” was all I said, and we got into the car.
Rome was behind us with a few of our security.
Once we got on the highway, Rome’s truck jumped in front of us and led the way.
Gizelle and I never allowed our people to handle this type of work because we wanted to make sure our problems were eliminated.
When we pulled down the street from his crib, Rome pulled on the side of the road and gave us the run down.
“He has nobody guarding his house. We’ve been keeping an eye on him for about a week now. He just got home from the strip club, and one of our setup girls is with him now. The door is unlocked, and she’s given us the signal.”
Zelly didn’t have to hear no more because she walked off toward the house.
She’d already switched out her guns and put the silencers on in the car, and I was right behind her.
The gun switch was a thing we did when we dropped a body; we didn’t use the same guns twice.
We always switched them up. It was our thing, and it worked for us.
Our gun collection was fye as fuck. We eased on the porch and entered the house.
Thank God our girl killed the alarm. We eased up the staircase, then when we made it to the top, we could hear music playing softly, coming from the master bedroom.
Zelly held her ear to the door, and I did the same.
“Come on, baby girl, and slide on this dick. Stop rubbing this muthafucka, I need some pussy,” he spoke.
Zelly opened the door and the girl jumped out the way.
Zardo’s head shot up off the bed, and he glared at me and Z for a minute before he tried to go for his gun.
Zelly had already let off three shots, the force was so hard it laid that nigga back on the pillow for an eternal sleep with the devil.
When we killed somebody, it was always going to be straight to the point.
We didn’t come to play with none of these niggas!
We left the same way we came in, and left Rome to handle everything else.
“I’m staying at the house tonight. Unless you’re expecting company,” Zelly said, looking over at me.
“Girl, that doesn’t matter. That house is big enough, and your room is on the other side anyway,” I told her.
“Stop by Romi’s and pick up some takeout. I’m hungry. I’m glad they ass stay opened late.” She adjusted in her seat and called our food order in.
It took me about thirty minutes to make it across town, and Z went in to get the food.
I sat in the car and laid my head back on the headrest because I was tired as hell.
It’s been a long ass day. Shit, it’s been a month ever since I left that hotel in New York, and every day after that day, Ms. More had been on my damn mind daily too.
It was crazy because I never got her first name.
Once Zelly came back to the car, we headed back to my house.
As soon as we got inside, we both headed up to our rooms to take a shower.
Z had a dope ass crib across the bridge in Jersey, but her ass was always here.
I told her, I’ma start charging her rent.
I took care of my hygiene and caught the elevator down to the first floor.
Walking into the kitchen, I saw a stack of mail on the counter.
I grabbed the food to warm it, and while it was warming, I was going through the mail that I’d been ignoring.
It was a bunch of junk mail, but one was a letter addressed to me with no return address.
That was odd because I never received mail like that before.
I sat down at the island and opened the envelope, and it was a letter. Who the fuck would write me a letter?
Legacy,
I’m sure you don’t remember me and right now I’m not sure that I want you to.
First off, I want to apologize for overstepping your boundaries and invading your privacy like this.
I tried to talk myself out of writing this letter to you a thousand times but each time, I still found myself needing to express my thoughts.
So, you can throw this away or keep it. Whatever you choose.