Page 80 of Absolute Fulfillment
“Yo, bro, it’s a bad time. Let me hit you back.”
“Nah, I think it’s a great time. I got you a present, since you’re my kids’ godfather and shit. This one is nice too.”
“Aww, yeah.”
“It’s something you been looking for. Red Prius, sits low. Turns out everybody needs their tires rotated every once in a while. It just so happens the owner is willing to let it go for dirt cheap.” Kinga’s statement was in code, but I knew what he meant.
I laughed. “That’s good looking out. I’ll be to see you in a few.”
“Bet.”
We hung up and I looked directly at Juicy, Jennifer, Joy whatever the fuck her name was at this point. “I thought you said that nigga left town.”
“He did. I swear. I didn’t kno—” She started sobbing and shit which further irritated me, because how the fuck did you admit to setting me up, but couldn’t deal with what came next. That type of shit irked me, because if you did dirt, you had to be able to deal with the consequences.
“Turns out we don’t need her after all. As a matter of fact, that’s dead weight.” She looked petrified, but that didn’t matter to me. She made her bed now it was time to lie in that motherfucker.
“You sure?” Reminisce asked, eyes never leaving Juicy.
“Yup.”
“Bet.” He tapped the trigger two times, sending two slugs into her chest. I didn’t flinch and neither did he.
“Good gift to get my kids’godfather, huh?” Kinga asked, standing directly in front of the badly beaten man hanging from the ceiling like a light fixture.
“Damn good gift,” Rem said, walking up to Josiah. About five seconds later he put his fists up like he was boxing and began throwing punches I knew were breaking ribs and everything.
“Ol’ violent ass,” I muttered. I didn’t know why I was less interested in beating Josiah’s ass. As a matter of fact, a bullet to the dome would have been enough for me, but here we were and I was ready to go my ass home. I meant it when I said I left this life behind. There wasn’t anything in it for me anymore. It drained me, an exhaustive list of shit to do just for some get back and more bullshit. I’d transformed right before my own eyes and I wasn’t mad about it. I was mad I was here because a few goofy motherfuckers tried to set me up. Hopefully this was a sign to anybody else in this city that I wasn’t to be fucked with.
My eyes left the beating taking place and landed on the blue Liberty sitting to the left of us. It was Caya’s. I could tell because not only did I know her car but she was the only person I knew who was okay with driving her ass around in an electric blue truck.
“You able to fix it?” I asked aloud, stepping toward the car.
“Hell nah. Every time I fixed one thing on it, some other shit popped off. Her best bet is to junk this motherfucker and get something else. Not only is it running hot, but the computer on this motherfucker is done.”
I nodded then we turned back around and Reminisce was still throwing haymakers in this nigga’s direction. He had long since stopped screaming through the duct tape on his mouth.
“Why it seem like he had more pent up stress than you did with this shit?” Kinga looked puzzled.
“Because he did. While I be all for letting shit go, Rem carries it. This is stress relief for him.”
About an hour and a half later, Rem and I were on the way to the club so I could get my car. Once I was inside, I breathed easy for the first time in a while. I hated that the intentions of others weighed so much.
I dialed Caya’s line and put the phone on speaker before pulling out of the parking lot. She answered on the second ring.
“You’re on your way?” she asked as soon as she answered.
“Yeah. Talk to me on the drive, baby.”
“Okay, I missed you today,” she admitted, making my fucking heart overflow.
“Missed yo’ ass too. I feel like we need some time to just be laid up, so I can work on my daughter.”
She giggled. “That’s all. You just tryna get me pregnant.”
“Nah. I want you to give me a daughter who looks just like you. Probably don’t act like your rude ass, but easygoing like me.”
“Um, sir. Aren’t you the same man who set my living room on fire?”
