Page 43 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Try your best to make it back to me.”
“That’s a hard fucking promise to commit to, but I’m gonna try my best. Aight?”
“That’s all I ask.” She pecked my lips, and I went into my closet to change. Grabbing my guns and extra clips, I was out the door and headed to stir some shit up.
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Jersey
This Honcho muthafucka must have thought he was still in the backwoods of Alabama or some shit. He picked the wrong niggas to fuck with. For the most part, I was chill as hell until it was necessary, and I would say this was very fucking necessary. I made the thirty-minute ride from the condo to my house in fifteen minutes flat. If Fulton County PD didn’t like it, they could kiss my ass. I was about to give them and all the surrounding counties a lot of fucking work to do. I pulled up at my house and parked in the garage. Upon entering the house, I went straight upstairs to check on my people. I went to Jerz’s room first, and he was on his game, most likely with MJ. I didn’t disturb him and headed to my bedroom. When I went inside, Mylani was coming out of the bathroom. She looked as if she was worried, so she had probably talked to Asia. I went inside the closet and headed straight to the safe. Putting in the code, I opened it once I heard the beeps and pulled out my AK and three bangers.Closing the safe, I turned around, and Mylani was standing in the doorway.
“What’s going on, Jersey?”
“Houston was shot at earlier, and I’m more than certain it was that bitch ass nigga Honcho. For my son’s sake, Shanna bet not have shit to do with this, or she’ll be joining that nigga.”
“You really think she would do some shit like that?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t put nothing past a bitch like Shanna. She’s in her fucking feelings, and a scorned bitch is a dangerous bitch.” I was changing into my black gear when my phone started ringing.
“Nigga, hurry up and get to the fucking truck yard. Pops just called and said that muthafucka in flames!” Memphis yelled into the phone, and I didn’t think it was possible for me to get pissed off even more.
“Fuck!” I bellowed. “Aye, I gotta go take care of this shit. The fucking truck yard just got torched. Here, take this.” I handed her one of my guns and instructed her on how to use it.
“Keep this shit on you and don’t open the door for no fucking body. Anybody who needs to be here has access. Do not leave here, and if by any chance a muthafucka does make it out here, shoot first and fuck the questions. Aight?” I knew I was laying a lot on her right now, but I needed her to understand how dire this situation was.
“I got it. Jersey, be careful.”
I kissed my girl and left out the house and hopped in my car. I hated I had to leave my fucking son and girl, but I couldn’t let this shit get more outta hand than it already was. I weaved in and out of traffic and got to the truck yard and hopped out. My parents were talking to the police, while my brothers were off to the side.
“Yo, the fuck they saying?” I asked my brothers when I approached them.
“Somebody threw fucking gas bombs all over that bitch. You know how much fucking work we would’ve lost if we didn’t have that fireproof room. What I wanna know is how the fuck them niggas knew we had shit here? This shit being run by Pops, so how the fuck it gets hit?” Memphis rattled off.
A lightbulb went off in my head. “I know.” I left my brothers there and took off toward my car. I fled the distance from the truck yard to Shanna’s place in what felt like seconds. I hadn’t even stopped the car good before I hopped out and ran up in that bitch… literally.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I kicked the door off the hinges and let my guns lead the way inside.
“What the… Jersey? What’s going on?” Shanna questioned with Tasha filing in behind her.
“The fuck that nigga at!” I barked, walking through the house with my guns leading the way.
“Who? Kirby? What’s going on?”
“Fuck all your questions! Where that nigga at!” I was yelling so loud spit was flying, but I didn’t give a fuck. This bitch was gonna start talking.
“Jersey, I honestly don’t know what’s going on. I told him I talked to you, and he left,” she disclosed.
“The fuck would you do that for? You in your fucking feelings about some irrelevant shit, and that nigga done shot at my muthafuckin’ brother and burnt my pop’s truck yard! How the fuck would he know I had anything to do with the yard, Shan?” By now, she was sobbing, but unless this bitch could cry me a muthafuckin’ river, I couldn’t give less than a fuck about her tears.
“I didn’t think he would do all that. He just asked how you made your money, and I told him you worked with your dad. I didn’t think he would do no crazy shit like that.”
“The only reason I ain’t blown your fucking head open yet is because of my son. If that nigga fucks with anybody in my family, I’m gonna make you spend eternity with that fuck nigga. Oh, and you might as well abort that baby unless you wanna raise that muthafucka alone.” I left the house and got back in my car. I was getting this nigga tonight, and that was on me.
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Shanna
