Chapter 17 #2
I saw it in her eyes that she was ready for this shit.
Most women wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere near this shit tonight.
They would have prayed over me, and been home, waiting on me to come back.
Riot wanted in on everything. I’ve watched this girl grow these past few months.
I watched the way she adapted. The way she learned.
The pressure that she continues to apply.
She came to me already a woman that was built for this shit, and I saw the hustle in her, but watching her these past few months, I’ve saw a different side of her.
I saw a different beast come out of her.
I liked how she didn’t back down to anything.
I still think about that night that she was in the car with me, and she went to war with me, shooting at niggas, helping me drop bodies.
The way she handled her business with that bitch Cam.
Sliced that bitch up, and shot her up, sending her back to her maker.
I think about the way she killed one of my workers, that had been on the phone, making jokes about turning me over to the feds.
She handled her business with “Tom”, the cracka that killed her pops.
Bodies after bodies she’s been taking on month after month.
I had a talk with her earlier, wanting to know why she wanted to do this shit so badly with us tonight, and her answer was simple.
“I’m doing it for Diego” is what she told me.
She earned that Street Heiress title. Every fuckin letter in it, she’d earned it. That crown wasn’t just handed to her without her putting the work in. She worked for it. My baby bled for it, and niggas had to move around, and treat her as such.
I pulled her into me, by holding her on the side of her face. I kissed her forehead a few times, gave another pep talk to her, and I let her go.
“Ya’ll niggas bring it in,” I called everyone else over.
Bray was in here, Kendrick, Duke, and a few of my other top dogs. I gave my speech, letting them know that I didn’t want to leave this motha fucka until I saw Elijah down on his ass, no longer breathing. I kept repeating that.
I was sick and tired of playing with that nigga. I underestimated him, feeling like I had other important shit that I needed to deal with, so he was able to slip right through the cracks, and shoot my brother. I’ve spared him for too long. I had to make that fuck nigga stop breathing tonight.
“Ya’ll know my motto. Do what the fuck ya’ll gotta do to stay alive. I got too much shit going on to be going to a funeral,” I voiced, and everybody nodded their heads, agreeing with what I was saying.
It didn’t take long for us to hit that corner, and the moment quickly came that we’ve all been waiting for…
Back To Elijah
“Wait. Wait. Wait. Get the fuck down! Everybody get the fuck down!” one of Elias good friends, Romeo called out. His loud outburst had gotten everyone’s attention. Everyone originally had their heads down, just finishing up this last moment of silence, when Romeo suddenly yelled out.
Instantly, I reached for my gun, pulling it out, and when I looked out into the distance, there were four white vans pulling up. Niggas started piling out of those vans like roaches, and without giving any speeches, or letting us know why they were here, they instantly started spraying.
“Pow! Pow! Rat-tat! Pop! Pop!” all kinds of bullets from different guns flew our way.
The bullets from their guns were coming out quickly, so I knew that each of them had switches on their shit.
Me, and every man that was here were all strapped, so we shot back, trying to get our rounds out too.
At the same time, we were trying to duck and lay low from the bullets that were flying our way.
I knew I was the main nigga that they had come looking for.
I knew I was. All of them had ski mask on, covering up their faces, but I knew this was Dolo’s doing.
That’s the way him, and his crew moved. This was the same way that they’d come to my drop that evening, killing my men, and taking my shit.
Him, and his crew were the only people in Miami that I knew were bold enough to do some wild shit like this.
This is why I never wanted to have this candlelight to begin with.
I was outvoted though. The family thought that we should do it.
I had this feeling in my gut that Dolo was going to somehow find a way to get the address to this warehouse, that was supposed to be confidential, and it sucked that I was right all along.
Bullets were flying quickly, and I was watching niggas drop like flies.
Still shooting, but keeping my head low, I was able to run for safety, going over to a statue picture of my great- great grandfather.
I was down on my knees, with a Glock in my hands, only trying to shoot at niggas that I knew I could get. I didn’t want to waste bullets.
I was able to duck for over here for about five minutes.
I thought shit was sweet, and that I was going to make it out of here alive, but a bullet pierced my hand, making me drop my gun.
The shot came from behind me, and when I turned around, it was a small figure standing back there.
I knew the figure belonged to a woman. She was dressed in a black catsuit, with a bedazzled ski mask on her head.
She held that Draco in her hand, like she was ready to use it.
“When I came home from jail, you told me that I picked the wrong side. Looks like I picked the right side, nigga!” it was Riot’s voice, standing over me with the Draco in her hand.
Before I even had the chance to say anything back to her, someone from her crew rushed over, and because I hated this nigga the way that I did, and I’ve been beefing with him for so long, I knew that even with the person covered in all black, with their ski mask over their head, that this was Dolo.
He didn’t even leave me guessing because he removed the ski mask with his free hand. His other hand held the AK. There was a smile on his face, as he wickedly raised the gun, and on some disrespectful shit, he shot the statue that was behind me of my great- great grandfather.
“I don’t even know why they spent money and made that bullshit ass statue. Weak ass crew. After I’m done killing you, we going to burn this shit to the ground!” he said it in a joking kind of way.
I already knew that I was getting ready to die, so there was no need for me to sit here and play nice with him. If I was going to die, I was going to talk my shit first.
“We ain’t that weak nigga. We were able to get at your brother,” I shot, and he laughed.
“Yeah, but we got the kind of blood that’s mixed with steel.
Where my brother at right now? Laid up in the hospital, recovering.
Where your twin at? In a freezer somewhere, prepared to get put in the dirt tomorrow.
My bitch shot him with her everyday gun.
That wasn’t even her most powerful weapon.
Hoe ass nigga couldn’t sustain the bullets from that little ass .
380. Like I said, you and your crew weak!
” he roared, picking the gun up, and he aimed it at my head.
I accepted my fate. I took a deep breath, as him, and his bitch stood over me, and they let that shit ring.
“Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat”.
The race was over. I put up one hell of a fuckin fight, but my time had finally run out.