by Kelly, Marie
“Okay.” I muttered and ended the call before I broke down.
This was going to be the hardest conversation I would ever have but one I needed to do.
All I could do was pray that my brothers forgave me!
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
“That nigga won’t be showing his face around here again. I think he shit himself when you walked up!” Legion laughed, and I joined in.
We were hanging with Pac and his people when I got a call from a young worker who told me a fiend was outside my trap causing a fucking scene. Since I wasn’t too far away, I decided to go see what was up.
The nigga wanted to get some dope but didn’t want to pay for it. He tried to play like he had all the money in his hand when he really didn’t. When my young worker told him to open his hand and count that shit out, he started hollering about how my worker took his money but didn’t want to give him product.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, the fiend started singing a different tune. Nigga was on his hands and knees crying and begging me not to kill his bitch ass.
“He’s lucky all I did was beat his ass. I’m not in the mood to kill today because I know if I start, I won’t stop!” I voiced, and Legion nodded.
“You know you’re gonna have to cut back once your baby is born?” I said and nodded toward the blunt in his hand.
“I don’t even care; I’m gonna be a daddy. Can’t nothing top that.” He smiled, and I did too.
I was so fucking happy when my brother told me that I was gonna be an uncle. He and A’Moya were made for each other, and I couldn’t be happier. Sis loved my brother, and I couldn’t ask for more than that.
“I hope the baby looks like me!” I beamed, and he frowned.
“Hell to the fuck no! Don’t curse my baby like that!”
I threw my head back and laughed as I stuck my middle finger up at him.
“What’s up with Guns?” Legion asked as he continued to build up his blunt.
I sighed and shrugged.
“Fuck if I know. It sounded like the nigga was crying, and he said he wanted us to wait here because he had something to tell us.”
Legion looked up at me with a frown. His thoughts probably matched mine because I was just as confused.
I didn’t think I could remember the last time I saw Guns cry, but I knew my little brother’s voice, and something was off.
I hope it’s nothing bad because I can’t handle any more fucking bad news! I thought as I tried to think of what Guns needed to talk to us about.
After all the bullshit that had been hitting me for the past two weeks, I didn’t have room for any more.
Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting bullshit, chilling, and smoking my issues away until I dealt with them in the morning. But something in my gut told me that what Guns had to tell me was gonna be just as bad—or maybe even worse.
When the door opened, and he walked in, I knew my assumption of him crying was right when I saw how watery and red his eyes were.
I looked at Legion, and he must have seen the shit too because he frowned.
Guns walked in looking like a lost puppy, and that had my heart rate speeding up.
Lord, please don’t let it be any bullshit!
“Guns,” I called out to him, and he looked down at the floor.
“I fucked up, Wrath. I fucked up badly, bro.”
“How?”
“Aye, did you get that shorty you were fucking with pregnant or some shit?” Legion called out and then laughed.
I looked at Guns, who still had his head down, and I chuckled.
“Damn, bro, you did, didn’t you?” I questioned him, and he kept his head down.
“We gotta teach little bro how to pull out,” Legion joked, and I laughed with him.
“It was me,” Guns said, putting a halt to our laughing.
“What was you? Bro, what you talking about, man?” I chuckled even though I was confused as fuck.
His head slowly raised, and when it did, my eyes widened to see that tears were falling from his eyes.
“It was me, Wrath. It was all me!”
I stood to my feet and walked over to him.
“What the fuck was you, Guns?” I yelled at him with my body shaking in fear and anger.
I know this nigga isn’t trying to tell me what the fuck I think he’s telling me!
“Meshach!” I barked his name because he had yet to answer me.
“It was me hitting the traps, robbing y’all, and working with that crew.”
I hissed and closed my eyes. “No, no, no! Tell me you’re fucking lying Guns! Tell me you’re fucking lying!”
When he didn’t answer me, I opened my eyes to see him sobbing hard as fuck, giving me my answer.
My anger got the best of me, and next thing I knew, I had my brother hemmed up against the wall as my fists connected with his body.
“Wrath, stop! Bro, stop before you kill him!” Legion shouted and jumped on me.
We wrestled, and I fought him to keep fucking Guns up, but he managed to pull me away. Guns coughed and slid to the floor.
“Nigga, how could you fucking betray us? You’re my fucking brother!” I was beyond hurt.
One of my brothers being behind it all never crossed my mind because I trusted my damn brothers!
Fuck! Could I trust anybody?
Guns just sat on the floor crying his eyes out, and I had no sympathy for him.
I started to go back over to him, but Legion stopped me.
“Fuck your tears, Guns! Nigga, you wild as fuck for the shit you did. You had me killing motherfuckers behind that shit, and it was you all this time!”
Legion pulled on my arm when I tried to advance toward Guns again.
“I’m sorry! She said it was the only way we could be together, but she lied!” he cried, and I stopped trying to get him when his words hit me like a brick wall.
“She? Nigga, you turned on us for a bitch?”
“I’m sorry. She said that she loved me.”
I scoffed. “Who the fuck was it?”
He looked up at me, and his eyes told me I didn’t want to know who it was.
“My guy, are you fucking Brittany or something?” I asked because the look in his eyes told me it was someone close to us, and that’s the only person I could think of.
Guns shook his head, and the next word to leave his lips had me stumbling back.
“Faye.”
Even Legion snapped his head back to look at Guns—since he was standing in front of me and preventing me from getting to Guns.
“Motherfucker, what? Faye… Faye?” I questioned just to make sure I heard his stupid ass right. When he dropped his head while nodding yes, I lost it.
“NIGGA, YOU FUCKING OUR STEP MOMMA? OUR FUCKING POPS’ WIFE?”
Damn, I wasn’t ready for this shit!
Guns just sat on the floor with his pitiful ass crying like that shit was supposed to move me or make me forgive his ass.
“Yo, Guns, you wilding, my nigga! You out here setting us up and fucking yo’ daddy’s wife? The fuck is wrong with you?” Legion yelled at him.
“She told me y’all didn’t want me a part of the empire, and that was why pops shut me out!”
His excuse made me rush back over to him and fuck his ass up.
“Stupid motherfucker!” I gritted as I beat his ass until he was crying and begging me to stop.
He dropped back to the floor, and I stood over him, huffing and puffing from pure rage.
“Stupid nigga. Faye told Pops not to include you in the empire, but Pops wasn’t for that, so he had you train with Legion. She was the one telling him that you were too young for the empire, stupid ass motherfucker!”
Guns looked up at me with a swelling eye and busted lip. His jaw dropped at my words, and I just shook my head at his stupid ass.
Faye, which she now was because she wasn’t fit enough for me to call mama anymore, knowing she was fucking my little brother! She ha
d been telling my pops not to have Guns in the empire, but he just couldn’t do it.
My pops had his reasons why he had Legion train Guns to be a hitman instead of having him involved with the drugs, but it was for him to tell Guns, not me.
Shaking my head, I pulled my phone from my back pocket while Guns sat crying and bleeding on the floor.
“What’s good, son?”
“Pops, we have a problem. Are you alone?”
“Yeah, I’m alone. What’s going on?”
I looked down at Guns and thought about how I was gonna tell my pops that his son was fucking his damn wife, but I thought since Guns was grown enough to fuck his pops’ woman, he was grown enough to tell him his damn self.
“Come to the main spot in Manhattan, Pops.”
This was our busiest trap in Manhattan, so he knew where I was referring to.
“Okay, I’m coming now.”
“And Pops, come alone. Don’t tell anyone you’re coming. Nobody, Pops.” I put emphasis on nobody, so he knew shit was serious.
“Right.”
He hung up, and I sighed.
Feeling like I needed a blunt, I took a seat on the couch and started to build one up.
“I can’t believe this shit,” I said more so to myself and shook my head.
I looked up, and Legion was standing there looking confused and stuck.
“Alvaro, I’m sorry, bro. I fucked up—”
“Don’t say shit to me!”
He quickly shut his mouth, and I lit my blunt, hoping it would keep me calm enough so that I didn’t kill my fucking brother.
By the time I finished my blunt, my pops was walking through the door. He looked from me to Guns and then he frowned.
“Who the fuck did that to my son? Who the fuck do I need to kill?” my pops snapped, and I sighed.
“I did that.”
“What the fuck for?” my dad questioned, and I looked at Guns because I wasn’t about to do his dirty work for him.
“Tell him. Tell him what you did, Guns.”
Guns’ eyes widened, and my dad turned to face him.
“It was me who was hitting up our shit.”
My dad’s head swung around to look at me—probably to get confirmation that what Guns said was the truth—and I nodded to let him know it was true. He slowly turned back to look at Guns.
“That’s not all he’s been doing,” I added, because from Guns’ face, I knew he didn’t want to tell my pops the rest.
Guns looked up at my dad and then dropped his head.
“I’ve been sleeping with Faye since I was sixteen-years-old,” he finally admitted, and my pops gasped.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Apparently, she told him that we didn’t want him in the empire and all this other bullshit about how they could be together if he became king.”
“Why the fuck would you do that shit? My wife? My motherfucking wife? That’s your mama, boy!”
“I’m sorry!” Guns cried out when my Pops grabbed him up by his collar.
“Stop saying that shit! You keep on saying sorry like that’s supposed to mean something! But it doesn’t mean a motherfucking thing!”
My pops stood there glaring at Guns, and then he let him go. He stumbled over to the couch and sat down.
I could see that all his fight left his body, and I understood why. How did someone deal with finding out that their wife was fucking their youngest son and plotting against them? It was too hard of a pill to swallow.
“Do you have any idea what the fuck you’ve done?” I asked Guns after watching the way my dad’s shoulders slumped.
“Alvaro, I made a mistake.”
Why did that seem to be everybody’s excuse? Every fucking body was making mistakes like that excuse made everything okay.
“A mistake is forgetting to pay a fucking bill or wetting the fucking bed. Nigga, you fucked your step momma and then had a gang coming for us—almost killing us and shit! That’s not a fucking mistake!”
The nigga tried to feed me more bullshit about he didn’t mean it, but I wasn’t falling for that shit.
My pops just silently sat on the couch the whole time we argued. Every time Guns opened his mouth, I just wanted to beat his ass.
“Hold up, why are you telling us this shit now?” I asked, and he looked at me.
I knew there was a reason why he was coming out with this now, and I wanted to know it.
“Um, I didn’t know, but Bully is her nephew.”
“Come again?”
That made my Pops look back in our direction.
“Who is her nephew?” he asked.
“Bully—the same nigga I was paying. I heard him call her auntie when she accidentally called me.”
“Bully? I thought you killed him?” I asked.
When he looked away from my eyes, I knew that shit was a fucking lie too.
“She told him to kill us all because it was time for their family to be on top. That’s why I told y’all to wait here. I had told her where y’all were, and she sent Bully there with Trojan and that detective.”
“Sent them where?” I asked in a panic.
“Where Pac lives. The plan was to send Bully to rob the traps while we were out there, but I heard her telling him to go there instead to kill us.”
“Fuck! Nigga, Surge is still out there!”
Guns’ eyes widened, and his mouth dropped like my heart did to the pit of my stomach.
When I got that call about the fiend, Legion decided to come with me, so that I didn’t go alone. Surge stayed with Pac and their boys. The plan was to deal with that shit and go back out there. But then Guns called and told me to wait for him.
I couldn’t get my cell out of my pocket fast enough, and I quickly called Surge’s phone.
After calling back to back four times and not getting him, I turned to look at Guns.
“Nigga, if he’s dead, I’m killing your fucking ass! Trust me! I will forget that you’re my brother and fucking murder you!”
“Wrath, I’m sorry.”
“Fuck your sorry!”
“We need to go now!” my dad barked, and I nodded.
We all dashed for the front door while I continued to call Surge with no luck. My heart was beating out of my chest because I didn’t know if my brother was okay.
And if what Guns said was true, then I knew Surge and his boys were going to be outnumbered with Bully now working with Trojan and that detective.
The four of us couldn’t get out of the house quick enough. I pulled the door open, and just as we were about to run out, we were stopped in our tracks by Cookie.
“Cookie, you good?” I asked her.
She looked up at me and was about to answer, but then her mouth fell and her eyes widened as she looked behind me.
“Cookie.” I waved my hand to get her attention, but it didn’t work.
I turned to look behind me to see what had her attention like that and saw that my dad had the same gob smacked look on his face.
It was obvious from the way they were staring at each other that they knew each other.
My dad stumbled toward her, and she turned to run, but he caught her. He turned her to face him, and when I looked at him, I saw tears brewing in my dad’s eyes while some ran down Cookie’s face.
“Amanda,” my dad managed to utter, and then he stroked her face.
My face knotted in confusion, and then I stepped over to them.
Amanda? He called her Amanda!
“Mama?”
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
“That shit was funny as fuck!” Tariq laughed, and we joined in with him.
It felt good as fuck to be laughing with my niggas for a minute. Lately, shit had been nothing but stressful—with all that went on with Dior and her stupid ass Pops—but, for now, things were finally going back to normal.
Well as normal as it could be considering that I now had Dior’s fuck ass Pops at my head again. I hadn’t
told Dior what happened yet because she was just getting over one set of stress regarding her Pops, and I didn’t want to add more.
Eventually, I would tell her, and soon, because she needed to know why her daddy came up missing. I wasn’t fucking playing with this nigga, not this time around.
When he came for me, I wasn’t going to let there be a third time!
“What time is it? My cell is in my car,” I called out and leaned up off the wall to go to my car.
It felt like it had been a long time since Wrath left and said that he was coming right back, so I wanted to make sure he was good.
When I went to get my weed and build up a blunt earlier, I had left my phone in my car.
“It’s a little after eleven,” Pac told me, and my brows knitted together.
The trap wasn’t far from where we were, so it shouldn’t have taken him that long to go and come back. And he had been gone for over an hour. It had me wondering what was going on.
I decided to get my cell and call to see, but as I made my way to my car, something felt off. I stopped walking to look around, and that feeling intensified when I noticed that the street was unusually quiet.
Only a few moments ago, it was busy with people coming in and out of the buildings that we were parked in front of, but now it was quiet like an abandoned town.
I then looked up at the buildings to see that every fucking blind and window was closed—when a few were open the last time I looked around.
“Aye, something doesn’t feel right. Where all the people go?” I asked my boys, and they started to look around.
As they did, I noticed a few streets lights went out, and I reached for my gun.
My boys did the same as we continued to look around.
“We need to move, now!” I instructed, and just as we were about to make our move to our cars, three blacked out G-Wagons came speeding toward us.
I pulled my second gun and took the safety off while I waited to see who was going to step out of the cars.
When I saw Dior’s pops climb out of one car and Trojan out of another along with a few other men, I laughed.
I guess the pussy grew some balls after all!