CHEVY
The Zoo lights flickered as I entered. I eased over toward Naheem’s limping, swinging body. His head rolled side to side as he looked like a fucked-up piece of burnt swine. As his eyes rose to look at me, he began to bellow a laugh. “You think I’m supposed to be scared, nigga,” he hissed.
I unsnapped my sling as he continued to spew shit from his funky ass mouth. Although the pain was still lingering, I ate that shit because this moment was going to happen with or without pain. “You know the difference between Bishop and me?” I asked as I had now set the sling on the table.
Naheem bucked. “I don’t give a fuck, simple nigga!” he barked.
I heckled. “I know you don’t, but I will share anyway. The difference is, I don’t give a fuck about you. I don’t have a reason to feel a slither of empathy for you. I don’t have a reason to think twice,” I grumbled as I quickly pulled the blade from my pocket and jabbed his ass.
“Ah, grrr,” he foamed at the mouth.
“Another thing I’ve never been a fan of is a muhfucka who doesn’t care for their own blood,” I said as I jabbed his ass again.
This time, Naheem’s blood and saliva mixed and flew from his mouth. The idea of him having the heart to pull the trigger on his son didn’t sit right with me. “Clark’s going to have your head on a platter,” he barely got out.
That triggered me, and I said nothing as my hand quickened, jabbing Naheem over and over. “Fuck that nigga! Fuck you, you don’t deserve to live. Your child, your blood, is lying in the hospital. Fuck you, nigga!” I shouted as my knife impaled his ass so much, he had blood leaking from every hole.
By the time I glanced up, Naheem’s head was cocked to the side as his eyes looked off into the distance. He sucked in one last breath before his soul traveled to the place it was supposed to be. Hell. “That was for you, Bishop,” I mumbled.
Just to be sure the nigga didn’t come back from the dead, I sliced down his stomach, allowing his insides to hang from him.
I closed my eyes and said a small prayer as the Zoo had captured another soul.
I didn’t know if my nigga Bishop would be freed from his past, but knowing that this problem was no more, I hoped it would send him in the direction of healing.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I saw it was a call from the hospital. I was afraid to answer because the last thing I needed to hear was that Bishop didn’t pull through. I hit answer, “Hello?”
“June, it’s Indigo. Bishop, he’s awake!” she sniffled.
I dropped my head and smiled. I felt like killing Naheem released the noose from Bishop’s neck, and now my nigga could live.
I knew I still had to deal with Clark, but at least someone I now considered a brother was free.
I told Indigo I would be up there to see him.
As soon as I hung up with her, Z was calling. “Sup, baby?” I said.
“June, you need to get here now. It’s Samara, she’s—”
I hung up on Z. I didn’t even bother to grab my sling as I rushed out of the Zoo to fucking snow falling. I hopped in my Caprice and took off. All a nigga wanted was some peace, and each moment I thought I could breathe, the Devil had found a way to intervene.