Page 36 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
Honcho
“Fuck!” My brother just told me that Jersey and his brothers paid his girl, Rissa, a visit. I thought I could continue to go about this shit undetected, but I was pretty sure that bitch ran her mouth. The only good thing about that was that if she gave him any names, she said Honcho and not my real name. I never told Shanna my street name, so that could still work out in my favor. I was home with my wife and kids for a few days before I was going to head back. I’d been neglecting them, and I needed to put in a lil’ more time with them.
“Baby, you okay?” my wife, Sania, came in the room and asked. My wife was what most people would consider green. She wasn’t for the streets and had no desire to be. She didn’t even know what I did on the side. All she thought was that I owned a detail shop, and that’s how we got our money. That was true, but what nigga didn’t dabble in other shit. I had my hand in the dope game a lil’ bit, but I fucked around and fumbled that bag for the last time; now I had to pay that nigga Swizz half a mil, and allI had so far was a hundred thousand. The plan was to go to an unfamiliar area and rob the top niggas and pay Swizz. Shit was taking longer than I thought. These niggas were smarter than they looked. Hopefully, fucking with Shanna would serve to be lucrative.
“Yeah, I’m fine, bae. I was just on the phone with Moe, and we gotta leave out again, soon.”
“Kirby, you just got back home,” she whined.
“I know, bae. I hate this shit, too. Hopefully, on this last trip, I’ll be able to secure this spot, so I won’t have to be going back and forth so much.” I lied and told my wife that I was looking to open another detail shop. With the money that was coming in, it was believable. I told her that Moe was gonna relocate and run that one, and we’d been going back and forth to get shit up and running. So far, she was buying it.
“When do you have to leave? You know the kids will want to see you before you leave.”
I had a ten-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter with my wife. Kaleb and Santana meant everything to me. I thought about Shanna telling me she was pregnant, and I knew when I told Sania I had a baby on the way, she’d be upset, but she’d get over it. Shanna wouldn’t be the first and probably not the last. I had a five-year-old daughter named Karise, and Sania knew about her. Like I said earlier, she was green and went with whatever I told her.
“It won’t be for another few days. I’ll probably wait until after the weekend so I can spend some time with them and go see Karise.”
“Okay, good. I’m about to run to the store before I pick up the kids from school. You need anything while I’m out?” She was always making sure I was straight, no matter how big or small it was.
“I’m straight, bae. Hurry back so I can get some pussy.” I grabbed her and kissed her sloppily before releasing her. While she was gone, I was gone figure out what the fuck I was gonna do about Jersey and his weak ass brothers.
***
Sunday night got here fast as fuck, and Moe and I were back on the road to Atlanta. I stayed back an extra day so that I could appease my wife. Now it was time to get back to business. We had a cousin that way who was keeping his eyes and ears open for us while we were gone. He hadn’t heard shit, so it was safe to say that we still had the upper hand. We were gonna hit him up first since he said he needed to holla at us about something.
“What you think this nigga got going on?” Moe asked when we pulled up to Eric’s spot.
“The fuck if I know. His ass better have some good shit to tell me though. I’m about tired of playing this waiting game.” I pulled up to Eric’s house, and that shit was dark as fuck.
“The fuck this nigga at?” I pulled out my phone and called his ass. How the fuck he gone say that he had some shit to talk about and not be fuckin’ home. I waited on the phone until he finally picked up.
“Hello?” His voice quavered.
“Nigga, the fuck you at?” I bellowed into the phone.
“Man, I had to lie low. Some shit went down with me and Tasha. I fucked up. I fucked up bad, man.” I listened to this nigga and got pissed. I did not need this shit right now.
“The fuck you mean, you don’t know if she’s dead or not? Fuck you do, nigga?”
“I went to get her to talk to me and have her get the money, and shit just went left. We had an altercation that left her unconscious on the floor. I left, so I don’t know what happenedafter that. I saw a car when I left, so I’m assuming it was her sister. I finally got in touch with her, and she was fine, but I know she told them it was me who fucked her up,” his stupid ass explained.
“Man, how the fuck you do some shit like this? Now I gotta act like I’on know shit. I’ll hit you when I find out what the fuck is going on.” I hung up the phone pissed off.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
“What that nigga say?” Moe asked. I gave him the rundown, and his ass looked like he was ready to break camp.
“Man, I told you this wasn’t a good idea. Now look. You think them niggas ain’t gonna figure this shit out sooner or later. I hope you have an exit plan, because I ain’t doing this shit to end up dead.”
“You think I wanna die, nigga? Stop bitching all the fucking time. We just gotta be quicker than them niggas and get them before they get us.” It sounded simple when I told my brother, but I didn’t fully believe that shit myself. I had to figure out a way to make that shit happen and fast. I didn’t bring my ass all the way here to fucking die. That wasn’t an option.
27
Jersey
I couldn’t believe that this nigga had been under my nose the whole fucking time and I didn’t know it. I wanted nothing more than to blow this nigga’s face the fuck open. The fact he’d been ’round my son was enough for me to take his life. His being this close and my not knowing didn’t sit well with me. I had to let Mylani know what was happening. I knew it might be hard to keep her from working, but I needed to make sure that she was safe at all times. I couldn’t be everywhere all the time, and if something happened to her, I’d turn Atlanta and fucking Alabama upside fucking down. I had to tell her what was up, and I was gonna do it tonight. I had to take a few days to get my head together. Speaking of her lil’ ass, she was calling me.
“Wassup, bae?” I answered the phone as soon as I saw her face pop up on the screen.
