Page 42 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

I needed some understanding on what took place tonight, and he knew that because as soon as I walked up, he was talking.

“Those Mafia niggas were on some bullshit. Upped on Trell and Fat Pete. Bullet probably wasn’t meant for Fari, but he was in the vicinity.”

“What do you mean they were on some bullshit?” I needed the fulldetails.

“That nigga Alias, Aylo’s brother pulled up on us while we were loading up to hit the next joint. He was talking greasy, all drunk and shit. You know Fat Pete’s mouth, he bucked back. Alias upped, and shit went left. Trell took one to the hip and well, Fari took one to the chest. Doc said he’ll make it, but that shit was close.”

I looked toward the room, before looking back at Luke. I knew my thoughts were impaired, shit more than impaired those shits were blurred. I already had heat for Aylo off this Peach shit, but now it was bigger than that. There was no balance, because my feelings for Peach and the actions of Mafia was about to start something I knew wasn’t good for money.

“What you want me to do?” He awaited his marching orders and interrupted my processing.

“Take a few niggas and go light it up. Double up on the two.” If Ace took two bullets then them Mafia niggas needed a few more.

He nodded. “Bet.”

Technically Fari wasn’t Ace, but he was affiliated, so niggas would still feel that even though I knew he would have rather handle shit on his own.

He walked off seconds later, leaving me to enter Fari’s room and check on him and Peach.

“You mad dramatic, Vee. You see I’m sitting up here talking to you, right?” he fussed at his sister.

“How am I dramatic? You just got shot in your chest.”

Just as I pictured Peach was standing on the side of her brother’s bed mugged up likely mad at him for downplaying the situation.

“You know how many times I been shot, Vee?”

“No but do tell. Does Mommy know as well?”

He didn’t respond but the expression on his face said that he regretted that shit the moment it came out of his mouth.

“Aight Peach, the man just got shot. Give the man some time to heal before you get in his shit.”

She turned around sending me a menacing glare as wellbefore she finally just threw her arms up and stormed her mad ass out of the room.

Instead of following her, I focused on Fari. I knew she wouldn’t go far, plus it was more Ace members than a little bit in this motherfucker. She was good.

“You straight?” I asked after a while. That was my way of making sure Virtue was a safe distance away.

“Chest burning and shit, but I’ll be good. Don’t send nobody on that nigga Alias. I wany his bitch ass myself.”

I chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it, but you gotta get you some rest and chill out up here, Fam.”

“The way these nurses look in here, I’ma rest good with one of them sponge baths, but I mean that shit.”

“I know.”

“Good. I’ma hit Cartier and leave Biggs up here with you. I’on wanna hear no shit on it either.”

He laughed. “I’m ‘bout high as hell right about now, leave whomever you want long as it ain’t Vee. Matter of fact take her ass home, I’on need that nagging shit she does. I can tell she’s about fifteen minutes from calling Mama, and I damn sure don’t need that.”

I could tell just when his medication kicked him because his eyes had glossed over and were barely open.

“Bet. I’ll make sure she don’t.” I walked out of his room a few seconds later. When I walked out of the hospital room a mug covered my face. When it came to Peach I had this possessive shit about me, so the nigga in her face doctor or not pissed me off. I didn’t like nobody in her fucking face, but every time I looked up niggas tested boundaries.Boundaries I had yet to set.Then the closer I got to her, I could hear what she was saying.

“I told you I have nothing to say. Time has passed and there is no?—”

“Look, is there anywhere we can talk? I know I fouled up in the pas?—”

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