Chapter 18
Toby Williams
Lights Out
“You really don’t feel good, or you just lied to your mama, so that you could stay home?” I asked Bash, as I walked out front, where his bed was, and I found him lying down on his back, playing on his iPad.
Little nigga put on a show this morning, telling Kalani how bad his stomach was hurting, so she allowed him to stay home. She’d run out for a second, so that she could get some medicine for him, and as soon as she got back, I was going to head out because I had some business to tend to.
“My stomach hurt for real. That food she cooked last night was too spicy,” he told me, and I laughed.
“Man, ya’ll lil niggas too fuckin soft these days. If you were my son, I would have made your lil ass still go to school, shitty, and all,” I told him, and he laughed.
I sat down on the couch, and I kept going to social media, trying to see if niggas were talking about Rico yet.
I did some foul shit, simply because I was tired of playing with his ass.
I messed up a bag with him, but I wasn’t tripping because as soon as I left here, I was meeting up with Jax, so that we could meet with a possible new supplier and start running our own drug shit.
All the money that I was getting off making Rico my sports dummy, I was able to save enough for a supplier to front me some bricks, and that’s all I was really trying to do.
I could have killed Rico, but ruining that nigga’s life would hurt him more, and that’s why I decided that I was going to go that route. I still had plans of getting with Tank though. If that was the last thing that I had to do, I swear to God I was going to get it done.
Social media was still quiet, so I logged off, stuffed my phone in my pocket, so that I could head in the kitchen. When I got up, Bash rose too, telling me that he was going to go in the back, and try and use the bathroom again.
I fixed a bowl of cereal, and the second I sat down, I heard a loud crash that came from the window that was in the living room. Because of the area that I stayed, and me always feeling like I had to be guarded, I didn’t walk throughout my apartment without my gun on my hip.
I quickly rose from my chair, leaving the bowl of cereal down on the table, so that I could rush, and see what the fuck that was.
“Toby, what was that?” I heard Bash scream from the bathroom.
“Nothing! Stay in the bathroom. Don’t come out!” I yelled at him, gun in hand, ready to kill some shit.
Bullets started flying through the inside of the apartment, going everywhere, to the point that I had to duck down.
I was ducking, hiding behind Bash’s bed, trying to shoot back through the window that was busted because that’s where the bullets were coming through.
I lifted my head up, so that I could get a clear shot, and the second I did that, a bullet flew in, popping me in my right shoulder, which caused the gun that I was holding in my hand to drop.
I struggled to get the gun back in my hands.
The pain that I was feeling in my shoulder had slowed me down a little bit.
“POW. POW. POW. POW,” it sounded like the 4th of July.
I reached for the gun, and once I had it, I leaned up a little bit again, so that I could get some better shots.
As I was shooting back, I happened to tun my head, and I looked in the hallway, where Bash was standing, and tears were falling down his face.
He looked scared out of his mind. The quick second that it took for me to look at him had me losing sight of what was going on, and that’s when I felt a bullet piercing through my chest.
The force, and the pressure of the bullet removed all the energy that I had left in my body, making me drop the gun, and my hand went for my chest, where I’d just been wounded.
Through weak eyes, I was able to look out, and I could see the figure standing right outside the window.
They were dressed in all black with nothing on their body showing, but I knew who it was.
I knew his built. I knew by the beanie that was on his head, which hid all his hair who it was. It was Rico.
There wasn’t any of his skin that was showing, that led me to believe that. I just knew. I knew it was him.
“Tell them… tell them… it was Rico,” I weakly said to Bash, and seconds later, bullets fired at me, popping me everywhere on my body, killing my instantly.
Silly ass nigga might have killed me, but he wasn’t going to get away with it because before I took my last breath, I made sure that Bash knew who was responsible for this shit.
I took that nigga’s football career away from him, and even in death, I was going to take away his freedom.