Page 17 of Rhyot & Nyelle
Rhyot’s voice was low, venomous, and steady. “Then da fuck is you waiting on?”
Again Chop chuckled before he became serious. “You really think you in control right now?” Chop’s smirk lingered as he pressed the barrel harder against Rhyot’s temple as he reached to grab Rhyot’s phone and tuck it inside his pocket.
Rhy’s jaw ticked as his hands tightened around the steering wheel. His knuckles turned an ashy white. He wasn’t scared in the slightest. Chop wasn’t a shooter for real, and even if he was, Rhyot refused to give him the satisfaction of pleading his case. As Rhy glanced into the rearview mirror at Chop, he noticed Chop’s lack of confidence and decided to play on it.
“That’s your problem.” Rhy spoke through gritted teeth. “You always loved the sound of your own voice more than you loved handling business.”
Chop pushed the gun against Rhy’s head harder as his patience ran thin. “You think you funny? We’ll see how funny you are when your brains are spread across this damn dashboard.Drive!”
Rhyot’s trigger finger itched as he ice-grilled Chop who sat in the back seat attempting to seem tough. Rhyot decided to play along as he placed his car into drive and took off. The ride to the pier was quiet; the two men didn’t speak a word to one another, each in their own thoughts. As they pulled into the pier, Chop remained silent for a few beats.
“You know what’s funny?” Chop finally said, his voice cold and cocky. “I should’ve killed your bitch ass a long time ago. Should’ve left you slumped in that sneaker store but I let you go to jail and that still wasn’t enough, huh?”
Rhy didn’t flinch. He wasn’t surprised. He had his suspicions and they were confirmed when they let Rhy see the statements from Chop. Chop talking his shit only solidified what he knew a long time ago. Not only was Chop jealous, he was also a snake.
“You always thought you were smarter than everybody else, huh? Thought you was untouchable. But guess what?”
Rhy sat stone faced, his voice steady. “Nigga, I already know you snitched.”
“And?” Chop chuckled, shrugging like it was nothing. “You think I give a fuck about what you know? I did what I had to do. You were in the way.”
Rhy would never admit it but he was kind of hurt. A nigga he damn near grew up with since they were adolescents had so much venom in his heart for him and he couldn’t understand why.
Chop leaned forward before he whispered with venom, “You should’ve stayed gone. But now? You wanna play house with my ex bitch? You should've known they were off limits. And that shit you did by robbing me?!” He barked out a laugh. “I’m gonna kill her slow, or who knows, I may give her to Riz. And that little girl? She’s mine, the name don’t mean shit.”
Rhyot was seeing red. It was one thing to get at him, but his girls were off limits. He wouldn’t let Chop get close enough to touch a hair on either of their heads. He’d lay down his life before that could ever happen.
“You ready to die, nigga? Say a prayer,” Chop whispered as he pressed the gun harder against the back of Rhyot’s head.
When they reached their destination, Chop ordered Rhyot out of the vehicle. Rhy took his sweet ass time. “Nigga, you must really think this shit is a game,” Chop stated, growing angry.
Rhy was now standing. “I do and I need you to kill me and get the shit over with. Stop dragging the shit out, lame ass.”
The sound of Rhy’s phone going off was the quick distraction he needed. As Chop tried to silence the phone, Rhy moved swiftly, knocking Chop on his ass in an attempt to get the gun.
Chop lunged at Rhy’s legs, slamming him onto the ground beneath them. Rhy grunted in pain but continued to fight,throwing fists and elbows, trying to get to the gun that lay a few feet away from them. Rhy soon started getting the better of Chop. It was no easy task fighting Rhy. He was faster, his hits more powerful, and more than anything, he was meticulous in punching Chop in the face and rib cage. Rhyot took his opportunity as Chop finally gave in and rolled on the ground clutching his sides.
Rhy was quick to grab the cold steel off the ground and scramble to his feet. Once he did, however, he was quick to squeeze the trigger as Chop now stood up and came toward him.
The shot sounded through the night air like a firecracker. Chop let out a scream as he dropped to the ground, clutching his chest, his white shirt quickly turning red. A gurgling sound could be heard as Rhyot walked over to Chop slowly, gun still in hand.
“You should’ve known it was a bad idea to double cross me, but to threaten my family?” Rhy tsked while shaking his head. “You know what’s crazy, at one point I considered you my brother. That's why when they gave me that paperwork it was almost impossible to believe, but you know what?”
Chop groaned, going in and out of consciousness.
Rhyot couldn’t let this nigga walk this earth any longer. He raised the gun once again and didn’t hesitate to shoot as he thought about his love for Ny and Lil Rhy, the way he’d go to the ends of the earth to ensure their happiness. Protecting them was his number one priority and he wasn't letting anyone slide who threatened that.
Epilogue
One YearLater
A year passed and Nyelle’s life had done a complete one eighty. There had been a lot of sleepless nights and it seemed like all hope was lost until Rhyot resurfaced in her life, giving her a love she never expected.
The trio was on their way to park for some well needed quality time. Highland Park was one of the places Rhyelle wanted to go to and Rhy, who never wanted to tell her no, made it happen. Rhyelle had been yapping since before they hopped in the car. She was filled with excitement. She and Rhyot trying to hit the high notes to Elsa’s “Let It Go” had Ny damn near doubled over in laughter.
“Daddy, you can’t sing!” Rhyelle cackled, smacking her tiny hands against her thighs.
“Man, I sound better than Elsa. You bugging, baby girl,” Rhyot shot back, turning around while driving with one hand and rubbing Ny’s small, protruding belly with the other. “Babe, back me up,” he begged with his bottom lip poked out.
