Chapter 4 #4
“Last night, I could see him, and his wife packing up. Loading boxes and shit onto the back of his truck. They left out around three in the morning. Her car is still here though. They probably just went to another location to lay low for a while, thinking that all this shit will blow over soon,” he said.
“What’s the location? Where are they now?” I wanted to know.
“They in Pensacola. I looked up the address, and it looks to be an old neighborhood. I remember when I first met Tom, he told me that Pensacola is where he was originally from, so he probably went back to his hometown,” my dad said, and I sucked my teeth.
“That nigga also lied and told you that his name was Tom, so who knows if that shit is even true?” I asked him.
“You right. Man, I hate that I let that shit slip through the cracks like that. One thing that I can say is that when me and your mom first met him, he didn’t come around at first. Shit, I thought he was going to be another racist asshole like a few of the other clowns that stay out here.
He eventually came out of his shell though.
He was cool. He liked to get on the grill, and barbecue just like me, so that’s where we clicked.
I remember early on I would be calling his name, and he would take a while to answer me.
I’m sure it’s because he had to get used to me calling him Tom,” he let me know, and I just shook my head at that, still not able to believe it.
“Nigga was able to get away with that shit for nineteen years. I’ll give it to him. He had a good run. Shoot that address to me, and I appreciate you for coming through. Ima get on the road with Riot tonight, so that we can handle that,” was my response.
“I got you. I’m sending it over to you now.
Be safe with this shit though, son. That’s a retired cop.
I don’t think that’s going to be an easy kill.
He already guarded, probably worrying about ya’ll coming after him, so when ya’ll come knocking, he going to be ready.
Be safe, but most importantly, keep your lady safe,” he let me know.
I thanked him, let him know that I had it, and then we hung up the phone.
A minute barely passed, and he was sending me over the address. Once I had it, that’s when I put a facetime call in to Riot. I knew her session was finished, and she was more than likely road running with Ari.
She answered the phone on the second ring, and when she did, her beautiful face appeared on the screen. I could see that she was sitting in the passenger seat. I had the perfect view of her, seeing her pretty curls hanging loosely this morning.
When she saw me, she smiled, and I did the same thing.
“Hi bae,” you could hear it in her voice that she was happy to see me.
“What’s up beautiful? How was your session?” I inquired, and when she rolled her eyes, I already knew that she was getting ready to start complaining.
She hated going to her anger management sessions, which is why she was always coming up with lies to her counselor, canceling them, and shit.
“Ugh. Aggravating. I hate doing those sessions. Everything that we talk about has to resort back to my feelings. Like, I can walk in there, and she’ll ask me how I’m doing, and I’ll tell her that I’m fine.
Then, I gotta explain to her why I’m feeling fine, and by the time she picks that apart, I get annoyed.
It’s the journaling that she keeps pushing for me to do.
I’m supposed to come to every class with a reflection log on how certain situations made me feel during the week, but I never do it.
I hate the breathing and counting techniques that she makes me do in the sessions when her ass pisses me off.
I’m just ready for it to be overrrrr,” she dragged, doing all this complaining, looking at me like I had the secret to fixing her problems.
“That’s life. We all gotta do shit at some point that we don’t feel like doing. You gotta continue going to those classes. That lady going to fuck around and put your ass in jail. Then, I gotta find a new girlfriend while your locked up,” I talked shit, knowing that it would get under her skin.
“And even though you said that as a joke, you’re probably dead ass serious,” she shot, rolling her eyes at me.
That’s when I sucked my teeth, took my eyes off the road for a second, so that my gaze could linger on her for a little while longer.
“I was just playing with your ass. Nobody going to cheat on you. That shit don’t even cross my mind,” I let her know.
“Tell me anything, Dominique,” she replied to me, and I just chuckled.
“Ari, what’s good?” I asked, knowing that her cousin was in the car with her, and that she was the one driving.
“Hey Dolo,” she said.
“Where ya’ll going?” I asked Ari.
“To the mall. Spend some money,” Ari let me know.
“Aight. Bean, we not working tonight. Ima pick you up, and we going to take a quick road trip,” I said to her.
“A road trip where?” she wanted to know.
“Pensacola,” I said, and when I said it, her eyebrows raised as if she was confused.
“What’s in Pensacola?” she inquired.
“I got a location on your boy,” I was short with my response. I didn’t have to go deep into it because I knew that she was going to already know who I was referring to.
I saw the lightbulb go off in her head, and she smiled.
“Oooh. What time are we leaving?” she wanted to know.
“This afternoon. Around 3, so be ready. Handle your business with your cousin. I got shit to handle on my end as well. Ima get a small compact car from Kent, and we’ll put that on the road,” I shared the details with her, and she assured me that she was going to be at the house, ready to go.
We didn’t talk too much about it over the phone, but I’m sure once I got around her, she was going to have a bunch of questions for me to answer. The main thing that she was going to want to know is how I’d gotten his location.
“Aight. Tell me some shit that I want to hear before I hang the phone up,” I was on her ass, putting her on the spot in front of her cousin.
“You always trying to embarrass me,” she whined, and I smiled, loving when she would do that shit.
“It take a second to tell me something sweet before we hang the phone up, Bean. You’re the one that’s dragging this shit out,” I shot, picking my phone up, and holding it in my hand now.
Originally, it had been in my lap. Now, I was at a red light, and a train was getting ready to come by, so I had a couple of minutes to sit here and talk my shit with her.
“I love you. Be safe,” she said, and I could hear Ari in the back saying, ‘aww’, which had Riot hitting her, telling her to stop.
“What else?” I asked, wanting to hear some more. When I said that, she laughed, and I knew that laugh was code for her letting me know that I was getting on her fuckin nerves.
“Your my favorite person in the world,” that shit got me. Had me cheesing like a motha fucka too.
I could hear Ari in the background, talking shit, saying how she thought that she was Riot’s favorite person in the world.
“Aight. One more,” I went on, and she did that thing where she rolled her eyes at me again.
“Drive safe, Dolo. You gotta come back home to me. Can I hang up now? After you just embarrassed the shit out of me,” she said, and I laughed at her theatrics.
“Go ahead, baby. I love you too. Your my favorite person in the world too. You know Ima always come back home to you,” I had a response for all the nice shit that she said to me over the phone. I got a smile out of her, lighting up at the things that I said to her over the phone.
After that, we were able to hang up. Shit was sweet right now, but in a few more hours, it was going to get deadly. I was going to take my baby to go kill.
Most women would light up, knowing that they were en route to the mall for a shopping spree or some shit. Not Riot. My baby lights up when I take her on missions. Missions to handle her fuckin business. It was only right that she got her lick back for what that bitch ass cop did to her daddy.