Chapter 6 #4
The second I said that shit to him, he released a sigh, and he slouched down in his chair a little bit, running his hand down his face.
“That nigga pulled up on my baby mama, and my daughter the other night,” he stated.
Immediately, I was getting ready to ask him who he was talking about, but then my mind went to Toby.
“Toby?” I asked, and he nodded his head.
I was also about to ask him why he did that, but I was smart, so I was able to quickly put two, and two together, realizing that he might have done that shit because of the way Rico balled out the other night on the field.
“Where that nigga be at? I’ll go put that motha fucka down right now. Where the fuck that nigga be?” I wanted to know, just needing him to tell me the location, and I would get up, and leave right now.
This just felt like one of those situations where it wasn’t going to end well until Toby was put in the ground, and I didn’t mind having to be the one to do it.
“Nah, Tank. I can’t let you handle that shit for me.
This my shit that I got myself in, so I gotta be the one to get myself out of it.
The only real option that I have is to kill this nigga.
I ain’t no snitch, so it’s not like I can go to feds and tell them what he got me doing.
Shit, I’ll be snitching on myself if that’s the case.
I gotta kill this nigga now though. He knows too much about the people that I love the most. It ain’t nothing for him to pull up on my grandma, my pops, my mama, my sister, just about anyone that I care about,” he voiced, and I just kept quiet, taking in the things that he was telling me, trying to come up with my own little plan as well.
“I just don’t want you getting wrapped up in that shit, Rico.
You gotta focus on ball. Too many times, I’ve heard stories about men that have their head on straight, but they make one bad move, and that shit ends up costing them their entire life.
After he pulled up on your baby mama, what happened after that?
He called you, and said what?” I wanted to know.
“Just pretty much let me know how far his reach was,” was his response, and I could tell from how bland the response was that he was leaving some things about.
“The way you played the other night, I’m sure that nigga lost some money. He didn’t make you send him some bread?” I asked.
When I asked him that, he dropped his head as if he was ashamed, and at the same time, our waitress was coming back over. Rico barely gave her any time to sit the shots on the table.
He quickly took it, downed it, and he sat back in the seat. I kept quiet, watching him, ready to hear what his response was going to be. He didn’t say anything until the waitress ended up walking away though.
“I had to wire him fifteen bands,” he responded, and after he said it, I looked at this nigga like he was bat shit crazy.
“Fifteen bands! Nigga, are you dumb? Fifteen racks of your hard-earned money? Ain’t no way you allowing that bum ass nigga to put that much fear in your heart. I wouldn’t have sent that nigga shit!” I was pissed, and I could tell by the look on Rico’s face that he was pissed too.
“I ain’t scared of that nigga! Fuck is you talking about?
Tank, you know me! Ain’t a soul walking this earth that puts fear in my heart.
I sent him that bread until I came up with a fuckin plan.
If he’ll so easily pull up on my kid, and my baby mama, it’s no telling the other lengths that he’ll go, and I’m just not trying to pull anyone else into the shit that I have going on,” he went on to say.
“You have another game in two weeks. What you going to do in two weeks when it’s time for you to play again?
You already know that he’s going to get right back in your ear, threatening you, telling you how many yards he wants from you, when to fall, and when not to score.
Fuck is you going to do then? Now ain’t the time for you to try to come up with a plan.
The plan should have already been in motion the second that nigga was standing in the same room as your daughter.
You got that man treating you like you’re his puppet.
I know how nigga’s like Toby are. This shit that he got you in, this won’t end well.
His ass going to string you along for as long as he can, get whatever he wants out of you, and it’s only a matter of time before he tries to kill your ass,” I had to tell him the harsh truth.
Rico didn’t respond. He sat in silence, and I could see the wheels that were turning in his head. I was quiet too, thinking about this shit, and trying to come up with a way on how I could possibly handle it, without getting sent to prison.
“What you got going on with your pops? I pulled up on grandma this morning, and she was on the phone with him. Something about how you knocked his teeth out of his mouth. What happened? I was trying to get the information out of her, but she wouldn’t tell me,” Rico said, after about ten minutes of us sitting in silence.
His question snapped me out of my thoughts. I had been zoned out, thinking about this nigga Toby when Rico blurted out that question to me.
“He was talking crazy like he always do whenever I come around, so I had to put him on his back. That’s all,” I lied.
I only lied because if I told the truth, then I would have to expose the secret that Dionne told me, and I didn’t want to do that. I already told my grandma, which I was still fucked up about, and I knew that it hurt her feelings, so I made sure that I didn’t speak on it with anyone else.
“I gotta see that nigga. He was telling grandma that his front teeth were knocked out,” Rico said. I didn’t know that.
I didn’t stick around him after I beat his ass to assess the damages.
Shit made me feel good that I’d done that kind of damage though.
The only thing that was left to do was kill em’.
I had plans to pull up on the nigga again while he was sober because I wanted a confession out of him.
I needed him to tell me out of his own mouth the shit that he’d done to Dionne when she was a little girl.