Page 65 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

“Another time, Jones.”

She sent him a menacing glare, before stepping back. Within seconds they both must’ve realized it was a good idea to move around because they were hopping in their cars soon after.

That being said we stood and talked for a while, before by brother pulled his phone out and mashed his phone against his face. I don’t know who he was talking to, but I assumed it had something to do with this situation, because whomever he was talking to he asked for a location.

“We’re going to the mortuary on Lake.” Cartrek’s next words were barely above a whisper, because the last thing we needed was for the pigs who were watching our every move to hear shit. At this point we were on that typeof timing.

“First, we’ll stop by the spot, get a meal in.” Cruz cut his eyes in the direction of the pig’s car.

“Bet.”

We spilt up seconds later and all headed to our own vehicles. The spot was this lil’ soul food joint he owned in the city. It had parking so we were able to park and all pile into one car to move around.

Neither of us had an appetite, because other things clouded the mind. Then when we were getting ready to ride out, Trek’s phone rang. He mashed it to his ear, standing in front of the window.

“Bet.” He was off the phone and now facing myself and Cruz.

“Nigga Fari moves fast. Let’s move.”

“Watchu mean?” Cruz asked.

“When I first called he was watching Aylo, now he got that nigga in the trunk riding down state to a warehouse near the waterfront. Said he got something else too, but we’d just have to wait and see.”

After a two hour drive outside of the city, we pulled up to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Waterfront my ass, this was the fucking swamp and I didn’t know Chicago even had any of these let alone one. Trek pulled up to a set of doors that immediately began to open as he neared them.

When he pulled in the doors closed immediately behind us. Fari’s crazy ass walked out of an open room with a whole ass bar on his shoulder.

“Not even finna ask.”

He chuckled, before throwing his head forward in the direction of a door. “I heard about the mattress shop. Y’all straight?”

“Matter of a building and a few bricks. Shit will be straight as long as this gets handled.” Trek looked around before meeting Fari’s eyes.

“Straight. Lemme ask you something though.” Cruz’s voice pulled our attention in his direction.

“Shoot.” Fari nodded.

“How did you get that nigga on a light pole?”

Laughter erupted between the four of us, before Fari shook his head. “Shit was easier than you think. I borrowed one of those tru?—”

“Nope, I ain’t tryna hear that homicidal shit. Can we handle this shit so I can go get back into bed with my baby mama?” I interrupted them.

Fari chuckled, before he nodded in the direction of the door. “As y’all know I was on old boy when you called. Guess who he happened to be meeting with right after we hung up. Niggas was out here, plotting for a setup.” We stepped into the room seconds before Fari flipped the switch.

The face before my eyes brought a smirk to my face. “Hasn’t this motherfucker been stalking you, Trek?” though he was sleep, I knew exactly who this hard working underpaid motherfucker was. He had been working hard to get us, and none of this shit worked.

Cartrek didn’t respond immediately. Instead he stood there looking like he’d hit the lottery. Then his eyes went to Aylo who looked like he was taking a much needed nap taped up to the chair. He wasn’t even aware that he was on his last days.

“How much we owe you?” Trek didn’t look at Fari because he was fixated on the tow tied up motherfuckers.

“Shit, mattress spot was technically my fault.” Fari chuckled.

Niggas laughed again, this time waking Aylo up from his restful slumber.

“Awh shit, y’all woke up sleeping beauty.”

My brother rounded the both of them, now smirking. “You good nigga? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

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