by Lucinda John
“That’s for TK my nigga!!.” The shooter spat.
Just as he was about to finish me off the sounds of laughter scared him off causing the bullet to graze my head. He ran off into the night, hopped in his car, and pulled off with screeching tires. I tried to think of who TK had that would retaliate on us, but I kept coming up short.
“Oh my God are you ok?!” Someone yelled out. “Gina call 9-1-1!” she frantically yelled.
“Listen to my friend just call the ambulance, and they’ll be here soon ok.”
“Uh huh.” I nodded coughing up blood.
“OH MY GOD PLEASE DON’T LET HIM DIE!” The stranger cried.
My body was getting cold, my vision started getting blurry, but I could still hear. The burning sensation I was feeling in my chest was making it hard for me to breathe. It felt like I was being suffocated by death, the more I would try to hold on for the more pain I felt.
The sounds of blaring sirens where near. I heard the paramedic ask the lady that was standing next to me what happened but she kept saying she didn’t know. I could hear footsteps coming over to me and then I heard her.
“OH MY GOD RAMSEY NO!” She cried. “Ramsey baby can you hear me?” Emma asked.
I wanted to tell her yes, I wanted to apologize for fucking up, I wanted to beg for another chance, but nothing was coming out.
“Emma calm down.” Emma’s partner said to her.
“How the fuck can I calm down when my boyfriend is laying here with a bullet lodged in his chest.” she cried.
She called me her boyfriend, I thought. Things wasn’t over between us after all. Hearing her refer to me as her boyfriend had a nigga fighting hard to stay alive, but all I could think about was my father’s funeral…..
My father’s funeral was one fit for a king. The whole church was required to wear white and gold in honor of my father. My mother had taken her time planning this funeral, she didn’t spare no expense when it came to burying the love of her life.
It was finally time to say our last goodbye’s. Mayhem, Maleek and I helped my mother up so she could say her final words. We walked her to the all gold casket and stood behind her so she could speak her peace in private.
“Oh God why? Not my husband, what am I supposed to do without you? Maleek how the fuck am I supposed to raise three boys and turn them into men without you.” My mother cried hugging my father casket.
I felt myself walking towards the casket and when I looked down I was staring at myself dressed in an all-white Armani suit with gold trimmings. I was laying there with my hands across my chest and my eyes closed tight, peacefully.
Mayhem
Hearing that we were under investigation again felt like déjà vu. The cops didn’t just come lurking unless they had an inside informant working with them. Somewhere in my grass there was a snake, and when I found the motherfucker; I was going to make a prime example out of him.
When I pulled into the driveway Tiny car was missing. Pulling out my phone I called her only to get the voicemail. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down before calling her four more times. Tiny knew how much I hated not getting in contact with her. She also knew that it wasn’t nothing to pick up my phone and have a team of niggas on her trail.
Thinking more rationally I decided to give Mrs. Thomas a call.
“Hey baby are you calling to check on Elijah?” she asked.
“What are you talking about Mrs. Thomas?”
“Tineah asked me to watch him, I figured you two decided to go out.” she replied.
“How long ago was that?”
“About an hour ago is everything ok?”
“Yes, Mrs. Thomas everything is fine. Do you mind keeping Elijah until the morning?”
“Sure baby have a nice night.”
“Good night.” I hung up the phone feeling my anger rip through my body.
The only person she could have possibly been with was Emma, but she was at work. Ramsey texted me earlier about him stalking Emma’s job and begging her to come home. I tried to talk him out of publically embarrassing himself, but the man was in love and love had a funny way of making you do crazy things.
I picked up my phone to call Diego, but he beat me to it.
“Speak.” I answered.
“I have eyes on that Detective Wilmack.” He said.
“Send me the info I’ll have Ramsey check that out, I need you to find Tiny.”
“That’s why I’m calling.”
“Stop speaking in riddles and shit.”
“Tiny is with the detective.” he replied causing my heart to beat so loud that it threatened to leap out of my chest.
“Don’t fuck with me!”
“I’m not I’m here sitting in front of the hotel now.”
“A fucking hotel?” I asked looking at my phone as if it was possessed.
“It’s you call boss man, I can run in there handle the detective and grab Tiny.”
“Nah I want to handle it. Which hotel?”
“Days Inn on Oakland park and 441 room 392.” he said before I hung up the phone.
I was filled with rage as I gripped the steering wheel and headed to the hotel my bitch was in with a cop. The only thing I could think of is the investigation on our empire, and my bitch meeting with the lead detective of the investigation. I was so hurt and mad that I was liable to walk in that hotel room guns blazing. I thought about calling my brother for backup, but I didn’t want to deal with Ramsey and his ‘I told you so’ speech.
“I need a key to room 392.” I said to the front desk attendant as I removed my 18k gold money clip from my pocket.
I purposely flipped through my stack of one hundred dollar bills while I waited for him to hand me a key. Once the key was in the palm of my hand I pulled out five crisp bills and handed them to him. The walk to the elevator felt like a long one. The closer I got to the hotel room the angrier I became. Getting betrayed by someone you love is the worse feeling in the world. It’s the type of feeling that would have you thinking murder.
Murder was heavy on my mind as I rounded the corner to where the room was located. I pulled my gun out and made sure it was loaded and ready to end some lives. I was sick and tired of motherfuckers coming in my life betraying me; first it was TK, Macey, now Tiny. Out of all the betrayals I’ve experience this by far was the one that fucked me up the most. I went against the grain and wifed up a known stripper hoe in hopes of turning her into a housewife only to have that shit blow up in my face.
Sticking the key in the door I pushed it open startling them both.
“Mayhem what are….”
“Shut the fuck up slut I’m asking the fucking questions here!” I snapped cutting her off.
“You trying to set me up?” I asked looking the detective in the eyes. The more I stared at him the more it felt like I was looking at Elijah. Nah this couldn’t be his father. I said to myself feeling real stupid for investing so much wasted time in this dick eater.
“Listen Mayhem it’s not what you….”
POW!
A single bullet flew out of my gun and hit my target.
“OH MY GOD!” Tiny yelled doubling over while clenching her stomach.
TO BE CONTINUED……
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