Page 45 of Too Many One Nights

I pondered what he said for a few minutes, and I couldn’t doubt any of the shit that he said. I was feeling the fuck out of my baby mama, but I let that shit with Joi hold me back. I figured what I couldn’t say out loud would be overshadowed by my actions. Instead of answering Stacks, I pulled up on the opposite end of the parking lot where Kasha was supposed to meet this nigga Gator. Why this nigga thought it was a good idea to meet at a fuckin’ park…I don’t know. I guess he thought that would be safe in case we were watching her…which we were.

“Wassup?” Stacks answered his ringing phone and by the way the conversation was going, I could tell it was Kasha.

“Aight.” He hung up and looked at me.

“She said that nigga was pulling up.” Nodding, I pulled my gun from the armrest and made sure it was ready to go.

“Look.” I looked up and saw what Stacks was talking about. Gator got out the backseat of a car that was parked across the street and walked over to where Kasha was parked. She got out the car and you could tell she was nervous by the way she was looking around.

“Come on, Kash. Tighten up,” I coached from a far like she could hear me.

We watched as he approached her and tried to touch her, but she backed up. You could tell they were in a heated argument and before we knew it, he had grabbed her around the throat.

“Nigga, got me fucked up,” Stacks seethed as he got out the car. That wasn’t the plan, but I was on whatever my brother was on, and I followed suit. I saw Kasha look in our direction and that made that nigga look up just as Stacks fired his gun. Quickly, that nigga pushed Kasha down and fired a shot back in our direction, before he took off running.

“Ahh fuck!” I heard Stack yell, but I was too busy firing off shots and dodging bullets from the vehicle.

“Fuck!” I yelled in frustration. I hated having to run behind niggas. That only made their demise more tormenting than normal.

“Jackson, are you okay?” Hearing Kasha’s voice brought me back to reality, and I ran over to my brother just as he was getting off the ground.

“Shit,” I mumbled. He was hit in his shoulder, but he’d already lost a lot of blood.

“Shit. Kash, follow me. I gotta get this nigga looked at.” I threw that nigga across my shoulder so I could get him to the car faster. After putting him in the backseat, I hauled ass back to his spot in The Cove. I called the doctor that we had on D.E. payroll and him meet us there. By the time I pulled up and got him inside, the doctor was trailing behind us.

“Hey, fellas. You know where he was hit?” The doctor quickly got into action after seeing Stacks blood-soaked shirt.

“Yeah, Doc. It looked like his shoulder,” I informed him.

I watched as Doc cut Stacks shirt and sprayed his shoulder with a solution that was probably an antiseptic before he started cleaning it.

“Ahh fuck man!” Stacks groaned as Doc dug in his arm to retrieve the bullet. It seemed like forever, but he was finally done and had Stacks patched up.

“Alright, you’re all patched up. You’ll be sore for about a week or two, but I left some pain medicine for you to take. Take it easy and call me if you need me.” He gave Stacks his instructions, and I walked him to the door.

“’Preciate you, Doc. You’ll have your money shortly.” He nodded and left.

When I walked back into the dining area, Stacks was still sitting with a frown on his face while Kasha looked scared out of her mind.

“You good, bro?”

Wincing, he replied. “Yeah. Ssss…I’m straight,” he grunted out.

“Aight, man. But next time you try to be a superhero, give a nigga a warning or some shit. Now I gotta explained to mommy how you got shot in my presence,” I fussed.

He waved me off. “You’ll be alright. Yo’ mama’s boy ass will figure out a way to get out it,” he chuckled as he stood.

“Yeah, that shit won’t work when her baby got a fuckin’ hole in his shoulder. I’m out though. You sure you gone be straight.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’m about to take a shower and these pain pills and take my ass to bed.”

Nodding, I left the two of them, but not before telling Kasha to hit me up if she needs me. When I got home, Nic was sitting in the living room. When she saw me come through the door, she dropped the bowl she had and ran up to me. I had to put my hand out to keep her from touching me with this nigga’s blood on me.

“I’m good. This is Stacks’ blood. Not mine,” I assured her.

“Stacks? Is he okay? Where is he?” she rambled off question after question.

“He’s fine, and he’s at home. That nigga choked Kash and Stacks got out the car before I could stop him. Dude saw him, let off a shot, and ran. I ran that nigga down and shot back, but he got away. I’on know if I hit anybody or not, but for his safety he better hope he died from one of those bullets or when I catch his ass, he gone beg me to have mercy on his soul.”

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