Page 42 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“So how we gone get this nigga?” Jersey, Memphis, and I were in our pop’s office going over the information we collected on Honcho’s ass.
“The only fucking way we know how. Guns blazing,” Jersey informed.
“You think Shanna gone be an issue?” Memphis chimed in.
“Not if she knew what the fuck is good for her. It would be in her best interest to stay the fuck out the way.” I could tell that he was pissed.
“I say we go pay that nigga’s wife a visit and let him know this shit is beyond real. He thinks he’s under the radar and untouchable. I love to show niggas otherwise. Most people would’ve dead his already, but I love playing games with these niggas. Shit is like a game of chess to me.” What people didn’t know first-hand was that Jersey was very meticulous. Everything he did was calculated precisely. You would never catch him off his square, and if by chance you did, it wouldn’t be for long. My brother took pride in not having beef with these niggas, so for one to come at him, an unnecessary one at that, he was livid.
“Nah, I’m not fucking with his wife. I’ll only hit her up when it’s time for her to identify the body. I’m not making no more unnecessary trips. I say we go holla at that nigga and see what the fuck is really good.” Jersey laid out the plan, and we all agreed. The quicker this shit was over, the better.
“Aight, bet. You know I’m down.” I co-signed.
“Bet. I’ma get with Ceez and Ronnie to set some shit in motion. I need to know this nigga’s every move. I’m pretty sure I can just get him at my baby mama’s crib, but I ain’t tryna bring no heat there. This nigga is on limited time though.” Jersey ran the shit down, and we all nodded in agreement. I couldn’t wait until this shit was over with. Niggas wasn’t never fucking satisfied.
I dapped my brothers up and headed out. I’d been up under their asses long enough. It was time for me to go lay up with my girl. I went to Memeez and grabbed us some food so that I could chill for the rest of the night. I pulled up to the restaurant, and as soon as my feet hit the gravel, bullets started flying.
“The fuck!” I snarled, ducking and letting off shots at the same time. I fired in the direction of the shots and saw that they were coming from a white F250. Who the fuck pulled a drive by in a big ass, bright ass truck?
After the fire ceased, I said, fuck that food and got back in my car and peeled off.
“Ayo, meet me at the spot.” I called my brothers and told them to meet me at my house. I needed to tell them what the fuck just happened.
Being that we were both headed in somewhat the same direction, we got to the house at the same time.
“Nigga, wassup? You sounded off kilter.” Jersey was the first to speak, as usual.
“Why the fuck I’m at Memeez and muthafuckas just start letting off shots!”
“Nigga, what?”
“What?”
My brothers said simultaneously.
“Y’all fucking heard me!” Asia appeared from the back, and everybody turned their attention toward her.
“Uhh, hey, y’all,” she spoke. I walked over to her and kissed her lips.
“Aye, let me holla at my brothers real quick.” She looked at me as if she wanted to ask questions but decided against it. She turned and went back down the hall. I didn’t start talking again until I heard the door shut.
“Niggas was dumb as fuck! Who the fuck drives a fucking big ass white truck in a drive by? You must want a muthafucka to come kill you!” I was pissed. My brothers and I had a beef here and there but nothing to the point where we had fucking shootouts. Niggas knew better. Clearly, whoever the fuck this was didn’t get the memo.
“Memphis, I need you to get the team together and start moving shit ’round. Houston, call up Ceez and Ronnie and tell them niggas to be ready. I can’t let this nigga breathe another fucking twenty-four. Get with your people and meet me back at the truck yard.” Jersey handed out orders and disappeared out the door in a rush.
“Aye, hit me up when you leave. I’m about to go take care of this shit. Go make sure your girl straight.” I dapped Memphis up and walked him to the door.
Walking back into the room, I entered and saw Asia sitting on the bed Indian Style. She looked over at me with a worried expression on her face. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, nothing for you to worry about.”
“I heard you say that you were being shot at. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Asia. Look, shit’s about to get a lil’ ugly, and I don’t know if you wanna stick ’round for that shit or not. I don’t want you to be caught up in this shit, but I don’t wanna force you to stay either.” I was honest with Asia about where I stood on the situation. I liked her, but everybody wasn’t built for this shit. I wouldn’t hold it against her if she decided to bounce on a nigga.
“I knew what you were into when I decided to talk to you. I’m not green. I know what that entails. Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that, shawty?”
