Page 13 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“Where you at?” I asked Kev when he answered the call.

“Headed to the spot. I got Dre and BJ waiting already,” he informed. Dre and BJ were some niggas that worked with us. Zeus told me I needed to have a set of shooters because I didn’t need to be the only bussin’ my gun all the time. Dre and BJ were the only two niggas who had just as much heart as me and Kev.

“Aight, bet. I’m headed that way.” I hung up with Kev and cruised through traffic with my mind on Daizha. I don’t know what her story is, but hearing dude say that her mama didn’t want her, had me fucked up. I didn’t think it was another muthafucka alive that knew what it felt like to have ya mama not want to be fucked up with you. I mean, Juanita took care of me, but that was because she had to. In my eyes, she was relieved that they took me so she could be a hoe in peace and freely. When I pulled up to the spot, Kev was already there, so I exited my car and went inside to meet him.

“Wassup…wassup,” I greeted when I got inside. They already had a blunt in rotation, so I joined in and chopped it up until these niggas showed up.

“Aye, somebody’s pulling up,” Dre pointed out, looking at the camera. After checking it out myself, I confirmed it. That’s when I told Dre and BJ to go duck off. They were to be felt and not seen. Kev opened the door and in walked Sergio and his brother Fabian. Some fake ass Italian mob niggas.

“Che succede, ragazzi miei? (What’s up, my boys?)” Sergio spoke, pissing me off. Nigga knew how to speak English, yet he came in here with this bullshit.

“English, muthafucka,” I snarled.

“No need for the obscenities,” Fabian said.

“Nigga, fuck what you talkin’,” I barked before turning my attention back to Sergio.

“You got everything I asked for?”

“Nigga, don’t insult me. You got my fuckin’ money?” His brother threw the bag at my feet, and I just looked at his ass and cocked my head to the side.

“I look like yo’ bitch for you to be throwing some shit at me? Hand me that shit with some muthafuckin’ respect or I’ll let these slugs show you some fuckin’ manners.” I had my gun at my side. It wasn’t no need to aim that shit. That’s why Dre and BJ were here.

Gritting his teeth, he mumbled some shit in Italian under his breath, “Fottuti bastardi neri. (Fuckin’ black bastards.)” I knew it was some disrespectful shit he just said, but I was gonna let it slide on the account I’on know what the fuck it was. Kev took the bag and placed it on the table to count it to make sure every penny was there.

“It’s straight,” he informed.

“Aight, bet. I’ll hit y’all up when you can come pick ya shit up.”

“Wait. We’re not getting our stuff tonight?” Sergio asked.

“What did I just say? You think I was gon’ have my shit here and have you try to rob me. You were gon’ need the entire Italian mob to pull that shit off. Like I said, I’ll be in touch to let you know when to pick up your shipment. If you don’t like the way I do shit, then I suggest you find another muthafucka that can get you the same shit I can for this price.” The two brothers looked at each other before turning back towards me.

“We’ll be in touch,” Sergio announced before they turned to leave.

“Them spaghetti eating muthafuckas thought they were gon’ come in here and run shit. Fuck outta here,” Kev laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what they thought. They came in here thinking I was some rookie ass nigga that ain’t know shit. Fuck outta here wit’ allat. I know I’ma have to shoot that Fabio looking nigga if he tries to get buck wit’ me again.” We stayed a lil’ while longer to make sure they didn’t try to double back on no funny shit. When I got home, Jay and Daizha were up watching corny ass shit on TV.

“What y’all in here doing?” I asked, walking closer into the living room. I took a seat on the opposite chair since they both were occupying the couch.

“We weren’t really watching it. Just something to have on in the background,” Jay explained.

“Uh, huh. Y’all ate?”

“Yeah. It’s some wings still in there.” Jay explained. I nodded. Daizha was looking down at her hands and not saying. Jay noticed where my attention went, and she excused herself to the room she had over here. When I heard the door shut, I got up and moved by Daizha.

“Wassup. You good?” I asked.

“I guess,” she mumbled.

“Nah. You gotta do better than that.” I leaned back on the couch but still kept my eyes on her.

“Thank you,” she mentioned.

“It ain’t no problem. I would want somebody to look out for Jay if she was in that situation. Plus, I saw that look in your eyes when I first met them. Shits were dark…voided…like mine. I know that look.” She looked up at me and a tear fell down her cheeks. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug and gave her arm a squeeze.

“Don’t let that nigga’s words get to you. Ain’t shit wrong wit’ you, Dai. I don’t know your story but when you’re ready to talk about it…I’ll be here.”

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