Chapter 8 #4
“I hope you are ridin’ wit’ Mona.” Thames exhaled, grabbing another idiot’s leg as Tiberius and Tobias dragged the others to Tiberius’ truck.
“I sho’ am. One of you niggas shitted in y’all’s drawls when I hit that curve like I be hittin’ my guh’s pussy. Dangerous an’ wild!” the foolish, handsome goon cheesed as I tossed my sibling inside.
“So, Thiago is riding with me. Chop, chop. I have more shit to do before my keys are taken, and I’m on punishment as if I’m a gotdamn teenager,” I fussed, not liking how my summer was about to turn out.
“Yo’ man want you,” Thiago cooed, handing me his earbud.
Laughing, I shoved the idiot away from me as he slung another of my siblings into the hatch. Once I stuck the earbud into my ear, I said, “Hello.”
“If you ever pull som’ shit like that again, Mona, you gon’ be a fuckin’ priestess when I’m done wit’ you.
All unnecessary shit gon’ be handled today.
That include me talkin’ to yo’ measly ass parents.
Don’t say too much shit to me when you see me.
You might not see how we get home ‘cause yo’ ass gon’ be tied up, gagged, an’ blindfolded.
End this damn call,” he hissed sensually, turning me on as I rubbed my chest and handed a grinning Thiago his device.
“How much trouble you in, guh?” his messy ass asked, closing the hatch.
“He was very calm and sensual while hissing,” I answered, walking toward the driver’s door as Tobias and Tiberius closed the doors on Tiberius truck.
“Oh, yo’ ass in the doghouse.” Thames chuckled as we entered my truck.
“Yep and being in August Senior’s doghouse is fucking divine.
Put your seatbelts on. Thiago, don’t put that bag in the backseat.
Put gloves on. When I say, unass it, it’s whatever gun you can get to the fastest. I have some trap houses, houses, and cars to shoot up.
Then, I’m going to hold some people hostage to make a nigga come to me so all this shit can be squashed, and I can go on about my life the way it was meant to be had.
Peacefully,” I said, skirting from the crime scene with my asshole brothers wincing.
“Shut the fuck up with allathat hoe ass shit before I shoot out my back window, making sure glass is stuck all in ya eyes and shit. When we get to Mrs. Gloriadene’s house, you’d better act like y’all have some fucking sense.
Talk to damn much if you want to, I’m going to take that old school.
I’ll beat the skin off you motherfuckas.
Get in her house and sit on the floor, unkept bitches!
Bet not bleed on her good gotdamn rug either ‘cause I ain’t cleaning it.
Pussy boys, better not do allathat hollering when I do these drive-bys, or I’mma drop y’all’s asses off at Dropo’s house before I shoot that bitch up!
Hold the fuck on! It’s finna be GTA Columbus, Georgia this fucking morning!
” I sassed, causing Thames to stick his head in between the seat, admiring me.
Crossing his legs at the ankle, Thiago grinned. “My, my, my Mona. I felt you were gutta, but a top runnah broad … never crossed my mind. I like how you movin’ so I’mma do you a solid.”
“What’s that?” I asked, landing on the road, still free of cars.
“I’ll do all that I can to make sho’ you’on be on punishment.”
“How the hell can you do that?” I asked, intrigued.
“Tell him how his soon-to-be wife handle shit like a G. I’m sho’ he ain’t never seen that side of you, also, by jokin’. I notice the mo’ I make that nigga laugh, the better his attitude be,” he answered as I felt sliding through one or more of Dropo’s hoes neighborhoods was needed.
“That sounds great. I’m not a careless or selfish person. I’m getting ready to do a lot of drive-bys and toss grenades. Y’all are welcome to get out and hop back in the truck with your brothers,” I said, slowing.
“Stop, so we can get our grenade launchers from Tiberius’s truck.” They cheesed, which excited me so badly that I slammed on the brakes, causing Tiberius to swerve left to avoid hitting me.
“Don’t do that shit again,” Thames hissed, opening the back door.
“Sorry, I grew excited. Hurry up. I wanna see y’all bust those bitches. I’ve always wanted one.” I grinned as Thiago lit a blunt.
Handsomely, he smiled. “Good thing my partnah got the hook up on ‘em. I’mma get you one fo’ yo’ weddin’ gift. Don’t tell yo’ husband. Let his ass be surprised.”
“Say less!” I smiled as Thames hopped in the back seat with two gray cases.
“Finna call X an’ let her know what we in to,” Thames offered, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.
Why alert her? I thought as I was on the verge of asking that question when Thiago placed the blunt to his lips.
Looking at his brother, Thiago said, “She on alert. Her guys up here know we in the city. They know shit might blow up an’ who responsible or at least supposed to be responsible. Enough talkin’, I need to feel my lumbah discs shiftin’ in this motherfucka.”
Oh, shit. They are affiliated with her. How interesting. Welp, let me shift his lumbar discs, I thought, pressing play and reclining my seat.