Page 72 of Always Been You
“Why didn’t my phone ring?” Marcos' voice came through in a dangerously cold tone. My eyes widened. I stood from the chair and looked around like he was hiding behind one of the damn plants in the office.
“Huh?”
“Huh, my ass. Grab your phone out of your desk and call me.” He disconnected.
“Was that Marcos?” Chante asked, a little startled. Hell I was too.
“Did you tell Chubby?”
“No, I've been with you the whole time.”
My phone started vibrating on my desk. I picked it up. Chante floated away and told me she would be back.
“It’s the fact of you not listening. You got life fucked up right now. Why didn’t you call me?”
“I’m at work.”
“I know where you at. This nigga comes up there and puts his hands on you, and my phone doesn’t ring? That shit don’t sit right with me.”
“I don’t want you to do,”
“To be real, it ain’t on you what I’m going to do next, but it is on you to tell me about some fuck shit immediately. You think I’m supposed to breathe easy on that. Then I’m blowing your phone down and you not answering.” He cut me off.
I pushed my lips together.
“Ain’t no other nigga gone put they hands on you in any type of way and I ain’t gone feel a way about it. Especially that nigga. Don’t worry about it. I got it. Come straight home after work. No stops.”
“I love you.” I tried to sneak in, but the phone disconnected.
All I wanted to do was protect him.
Chapter 30
Terror
The way my foot hit the pedal, I thought my foot was going to fly out the bottom of this bitch like Fred Flintstone. My eyes were on Jay since he was let out of the hospital a little over a week ago. I was waiting on the right moment to pounce, but I also wanted enough distance between his stabbing so nothing could be traced back to Dyami. Her mother, being an addict, worked in her favor for once. From an insider, I heard that they were treating his stabbing like a drug binge gone bad. The home was without utilities, so it wasn’t far-fetched that no one was living there. It was time to make this nigga a memory.
No one would miss his ass, and I’m sure his wife would benefit from the insurance check that would come to her. Not only did this nigga fuck around with kids, but he also could go to the police at any moment and change the trajectory of Dyami’s life. I couldn’t let that happen. She was now my responsibility, and I would protect her. I didn’t think she could handle the reality of what I was about to do, so I thought it was best if I left out the details for her. I liked the way she saw me, and it was certain things that came along with my life that I knew she couldn’t quite digest. I could tell that by all the questions sheasked me about my houses. That was not only for her sanity but also for her safety.
I was sitting outside one of his properties that I saw him drive into less than an hour ago. It was late, so I knew he was in for the evening. He wasn’t at home with his wife and kids, so he was expecting company. The thought that he felt like he could have my woman the way he wanted fueled my fire. This shit was personal, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.
I was waiting for my boy Chris to tell me he had cut the power to his camera system. When I got a green light, I felt a surge course through me. I finished off the blunt I was puffing and put it out in the ashtray. I hopped out and tucked my nine in my waist before I stalked to the house.
I did this mission solo. I didn’t need any help to handle his ass. Loose lips sink ships, and most often the less people know the better. Every move I made was about protecting those I cared about.
I pushed the door open quietly and saw that he had a fireplace lit. He had a few bottles of wine and what appeared to be a nice spread. Too bad he had a date with death instead. I needed to act fast, so I stormed into the back room and caught him just as he was stepping out, fists clenched and rage boiling over. His eyes got wide at the sight of me. He quickly gathered himself and tried to hide his fear. I watched him closely.
“Look, man, I don’t have a problem with you. You over here trying to check me about that bitch? You young niggas kill me.” He had the nerve to throw a cocky laugh on the end of his statement. I was tired of hearing him talk, so I raised my gun, and the speed of his words picked up.
“Man, chill! If you want that bitch, you can have her!”
I cocked it, and he turned into a bitch before my eyes.
“Please! You won’t get away with this! I have cameras!”
“Had.” I corrected.
“Huh?” He asked, confused.
