Page 44 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
I was still stuck in the same spot I was in when Jersey was running rampant in my house. I probably shouldn’t have told Kirby anything about Jersey’s business, but he pissed me off putting that hoe before me. He was going around treating her like precious cargo, and I had his whole son. I guess it was fuck me, huh?
“Shanna, what did you do?” Tasha finally asked. I guess she was too scared to speak while Jersey was here. Hell, I didn’t blame her. I was scared shitless. Thank God for my son, because all I saw was death in that man’s eyes.
“I didn’t do anything,” was all I offered. I needed to call Kirby to see what the fuck he had going on.
“Bae, I can’t talk right now,” he answered in a hushed tone.
“Well, it’s important, and why are you whispering?”
“What’s so important?”
“Did you burn down Jersey’s truck yard?” I got straight to the point, because now wasn’t the time for games.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mighty funny after I told you I went to see him, his brother gets shot at, and then the fire. If I were you, I would stop while you’re ahead. That’s my son’s father you’re playing with.”
“Fuck that nigga! He needs to watch out for me and be lucky my lil’ niggas ain’t smoked his muthafuckin’ brother! Before the week is out, your baby daddy gone be on a t-shirt!” he yelled before hanging up in my face. He had one thing right: My baby daddy would be going on a shirt, but not Jersey.
“We can’t stay here with the door broken like that, Shan,” Tasha voiced.
“I know. I’ll get us a room for the night and see about getting it fixed tomorrow. We’ll drag the couch over here to block it and keep it closed.” I went into the living room and started dragging furniture into the foyer with the help of my sister. I couldn’t believe Jersey did this shit, but then again, I could.
After we had the front door blocked with some heavy furniture, I went into my room to pack a bag and told Tasha to do the same. I knew I may have seemed selfish at times, but I loved my sister. I couldn’t leave her in here like this.
***
We were finally settled in our room at the Hyatt. I booked it for two nights just in case I couldn’t get the door fixed tomorrow. I wasn’t even going to bother Jersey with fixing it. I clearly wasn’t one of his favorite people right now.
“You know what you want to eat? I can order us something from UberEATS and have it delivered. I don’t feel like going back out there in that traffic.” Tasha and I were sitting on the bed, trying to decide on dinner.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m okay with whatever you get,” she said desolately. Ever since the attack, she’d been… spaced out. It was like she lost what lil’ bit of spunk she had.
“Okay. Order something and use my card. I’m about to go take a shower.”
Collecting my things, I went into the bathroom and prepared for my shower. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and just stared. My gaze went down to my still flat stomach, and my hands innately went there. Sighing, I knew that ten times out of ten, I would raise this child without a father. Even with that one glimmer of hope, it was far-fetched. With that being said, I knew what I had to do, and I needed to go ahead and get it over with.
34
Honcho
Them niggas thought they were so untouchable, but I guess they finally saw that they weren’t. I had some homies from Alabama come into town and help me eliminate the problem. They had no problems after hearing who it was. Jersey and his brothers’ names rang bells every fucking where, and that was what made them an easy target. They thought they were too good and as if their shit didn’t stink. Shooting at his brother was just a distraction because Shanna’s loose lip ass let me know that their pops trucking company was a front. Before torching that muthafucka, we got away with a lil’ bit over a hundred thousand dollars. I almost had a mind to skip out on paying Swizz’s ass. Fuck that nigga too. He was another one who thought he was king of the fucking world.
“So what we about to do now?” Moe asked from the driver’s seat.
“We gone take our asses back to Alabama and lay low. I’m thinking about not paying Swizz’s ass either. Hell I look like giving this nigga all my money? I deserve this shit!”
“Nigga, you owe him! The fuck you mean?” Moe countered.
“I wouldn’t have to owe him if his numbers weren’t so fucking high! Got me out here like I’m some nickel and dime ass nigga. Fuck them niggas!” I was pissed that my brother was stating the obvious, but I didn’t want to hear the shit. He needed to say fuck them niggas too and get on board.
“I’m just saying, man. We already know who we are up against. No need to hang ourselves out to dry.”
“Whatever. We’re gonna go and get a few things and lay low in Camden for a minute. After that shit dies down and we have a solid plan, we’ll come back and kill them niggas, Swizz too.” I nodded my head as I listened to my plan out loud. All I needed was a month or so to find a connect and let them niggas think that they ran me off, then pop back up and take over their territories. Shit, I could be the King of Alabama and Atlanta ’round this bitch.
***
The ride back to Alabama was quiet and full of tension. Moe hadn’t said too much, and I was fine with that. He could worry all he wanted. I was trying to make a name for us.
