Page 84 of Always Been You
“Where did you get this? This is some mistake!”
“The man I looked up to is a fucking snake. Why did you do it?” I pressed.
“What the hell is it to you? Get the hell out of here!” he growled and approached his fireplace. I was on him with every step. I knew what he was trying to get to.
“Move again muthafucka!” I growled as my nine found its way under his neck.
“Okay! I wanted his woman and his position. He was always on top, and my father loved Him more than he ever loved me. His head got too big and he forgot that he was part of the operation, not the operation itself. I regret it, but I can’t undo it. I put money on his books every fucking month. He is living like a fucking king in there!”
“Pussy? Nigga really? You snaked your brother, and you snaked me, too. If you giving this nigga money, it must mean he got something on you. What he got, pops?”
“Not a damn thing.” He spat indignantly.
“A snake to the end, huh?” I cocked my gun.
“NOW WAIT I’M YOUR—” His voice was cut short as my bullet sang his last song. His body collapsed to the ground. Istepped over his ass like the trash he was and walked to my car. He deserved every fucking thing he got and then some. I didn’t have any loyalty to my so-called uncle, but my father damn sure should have. I couldn’t trust a man like that. Then he set me up on a dummy mission. How the fuck did he expect me to take over and not lay this nigga Terror down? I cranked up and headed toward my house. Crystal better have some good shit to say.
I pulled into the driveway on ten. I opened my door and found Crystal’s lazy ass on the couch, taking a nap. She didn’t fucking work or anything, so why the fuck was she even taking a nap? I went to the couch and shook her awake.
“Damn, Kole!” she sat up with a frown on her face, and I shot her a look to let her know I wasn’t with the shit. When she gathered me with her eyes, I saw her fear-riddled expression. I didn’t change my clothes, and I was sure I had blood on me.
“You need to call that nigga NOW!”
“I’ve been calling. He doesn’t answer.”
“You better hope he does for your sake. CALL THAT NIGGA!”
She swallowed hard and reached for her phone. “Put it on speaker!” I demanded. She did, and I heard the phone start to ring. When he picked up, I didn’t know if I should slap the fuck out of her right then for lying so much. This nigga wasn’t dodging her like that.
“Please don’t hang up. Please!” she cried into the phone as I stared a hole in her head. I grabbed her phone and muted it. “Tell him you want to see MJ, and you can meet him right now.” I gave her the phone back.
“Terror, please! I just want to see MJ. I can meet you anywhere right now. Please, I miss him,” she was laying it on thick.
“Fine. One hour at the park on Averill.”
“Really?” She sounded surprised.
“That’s what the fuck I said, right?” He disconnected the call with her.
“Get dressed,” was all I said to her before I walked into the bedroom to change myself. It was only two people leaving that park alive. My son and I. It was time for him to become a man.
Chapter 38
Crystal
Shit!
What the hell did I do? I wanted those two to get together eventually, but I certainly didn’t want MJ to be the one caught in the crossfire. I had to make this decision as a mother. I wasn’t going to allow my son to come to any harm. I felt the weight of my horrible decisions crashing down on me. I knew if Kole knew what I was about to do, that would be my ass. I had to do something, though. I pulled the phone back out, turned my location on, and sent it to Terror. I swiveled my head to make sure Kole was still in the back room. I pecked away on my phone quickly.
Kole is with me. Please DO NOT BRING MJ!!! We will meet you at the park, still, just don’t bring MJ. I need your help!
I saw the bubbles showing he was typing a reply. I looked up nervously again and didn’t see Kole. A text from Terror finally came through, and I checked it.
One hour
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kole’s voice boomed, and I jumped out of my skin.
“I’m- I’m getting dressed.” I jumped up and tried to pass him, and he grabbed my hand that held my phone. He squeezed so tightly that pain shot through my whole arm, and my phone dropped. He picked it up and read the messages while he kept his grip on me.
