Page 27 of Terrez and Shalene
“Shit. Just left the spot on Fifth. What’s the word?”
“I need you to ride with me. One of my lil niggas just called me and said he got a location on Chaos’ ass. He’s with a couple of them Bedford niggas.”
“Do you know what we’re walkin’ into? I’m all for gun play, but I’m not tryna walk into no death trap.”
“He said it was only two niggas, but I was gon’ have a couple boys trail us just in case. I wasn’t about to walk into that shit blind.”
“Aight. I’m about to call D-Man and tell him to meet us. Where is the location?”
“I’m down the street from you now. I’m tryna get my answers and get this shit nipped in the bud tonight.”
“Same shit I’m on. I’m done with the mystery shit.”
Ending the call, I busted a U-turn and pulled back up to the spot. Little was pulling up before I had the truck in park.
When I got into his Lamborghini truck, Little passed me a needed blunt.
“Look at this shit,” he said as he tapped his phone.
Taking the phone from his hand, I saw a picture of some of the Bedford niggas on his screen. They were standing on their block, all wearing different variations of green. The only face I was familiar with was Ralph’s bitch ass. Ralph, better known as Riz, was the leader of the Bedford Boys. We didn’t fuck with him or his boys because they stood for shit we went against. Them niggas moved sloppy as a unit and Kassir and Suleem had already told us them niggas weren’t against trafficking.
I had a mother, and now my woman and her daughter, to protect from niggas like them. Had it not been ordered by Suleem that we couldn’t kill Riz, I would’ve been taken his bitch ass out.
“What am I lookin’ at besides a bunch of pussies?”
“The nigga standin’ to the left of Ralph is Chaos’ older brother. Whatever the fuck all this is, is definitely a scheme.”
“You didn’t go diggin’ in that nigga’s past before you brought him into the fold?” I questioned.
Little was too damn smart for some rookie shit like that. There was never a time I didn’t do my homework on a nigga before trusting him on my team.
“I did. The nigga was adopted by some family in Crescent Falls. Nothin’ I found on him linked him to anything in Diamond Falls. You should know me better than that, Terrez.”
“I do. That’s why the shit caught me off guard.”
“I been knee deep in this shit with you from the start. The only time I had away from the streets was when I got booked. Yo’ ass be blowin’ the fuck out of me with that shit, man.”
“With what shit?”
“Actin’ like I wasn’t side by side with you in them fuckin’ trenches. Since this shit popped off, you been lowkey goin’ over my tracks, and not on no lookin’ out for me type shit,” Little stated calmly.
“Makin’ sure we ain’t missin’ shit isn’t lookin’ out for you? Bruh, this shit ain’t pop off until you put that nigga in charge. It’s never my intent to little boy you, but this shit should’ve been resolved. The first night Chaos moved funny he would’ve been had a gun at his head. Then we got this nigga on camera moving funny. I was with you when you said we can lay low until we found out who was behind it, but it’s been too long.”
“Just say you would’ve handled shit differently, my nigga.”
Taking another pull of the blunt, I exited the conversation mentally. I’d reflect on how I handled shit at another time. Right now, my mind needed to be focused on getting some answers and putting that nigga Chaos in the ground. This wasn’t the first time Little and I exchanged words, but he was my brother at the end of the day and shit happened. We’d get over it like we didany other time. When we made it to the location, Little turned the headlights off to not alert anyone. D-Man and a few of the young homies followed suit.
Deciding this was a good point to start walking, the two of us got to it. It took a few minutes, but when the small house came into view, there was only one car parked in the driveway. That was reassuring because it meant there were only so many people inside. Five to six at the most if I had to guess. Including Little and me, we had six ourselves. I instructed D-Man to start walking once we were out of sight. If it could be helped, I didn’t want them fighting a battle they knew nothing about. This street shit came with a heavy risk of death, but I wouldn’t have my niggas out here dying over shit they had nothing to do with.
Out of habit, I patted both sides of my jeans to make sure I had my shit on me. We paused in our tracks when the front door opened and a man stepped onto the porch. He took a few long strides to the parked car and looked to be searching for something. Little tapped my hand and I already knew what that signal meant. We were about to make this nigga regret being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
By the time dude was standing at his fullest height, there was a Glock-19 pressed against the back of his head. Instinctively, his hands went up in surrender and his body stiffened.
“Tell me somethin’, my boy. How many mafuckas in that house?” Little questioned.
“I—”
“Only shit that should be comin’ out yo’ mouth is a number. If you lie, I swear to big man upstairs I’ll cut your fuckin’ tongue out.”
