Page 8 of Only if You Catch Me
I had a very good and very expensive lawyer on retainer for situations like the one Vic found himself in. Mr. White was as strait laced as they came. I could look at him and tell he was one of the smartest kids in his class. Straight nerd up and down. He was good, but I wasn’t sure if he was a miracle worker. Time wasn’t of the essence. I trusted that Vic was solid as much as I could trust another man. Technically, he got the gun from me. In an effort to keep my name out of niggas’ mouths if they got jammed up, I preferred they come to me when they needed newguns versus buying them off the street. David had fucked all that up.
I promised myself that rather than trying to figure things that were beyond my control out, I’d just focus on the things that I could do. One of those things was getting Mr. White on the case and the other was getting at David. I texted him from my burner phone and told him I needed to meet him at my warehouse. Any illegal business that I did was kept far away from my office and my home. I had two warehouses. One was on the outskirts of town, and that one held drugs and guns. The warehouse in town housed things I needed for my businesses. Signs, business cards, promo items like pens, coffee mugs, and tee shirts. Nothing illegal was ever stored there. So, that was where I had meetings that didn’t require the exchange of drugs or guns.
No one knew about or had access to the warehouse that contained drugs and guns aside from Ryder. Not even Lox, and if Ryder was taken out of the equation, he’d be next up in line to be deemed my best friend. Once David confirmed, I texted Ryder, and my muscle Brock and told them what time to meet me. Even if there were any men that I feared, David wouldn’t be one of them. However, I wasn’t invincible, and it would never hurt to have extra eyes watching my back. As I cleaned the kitchen after eating, I wondered if Persia would be upset if I killed her bitch ass husband.
The thought of killing him then pursuing her made me smirk. That would be some fucked up ass shit. I didn’t have plans on killing David. Not right away anyway. I was going to have fun with him first. Killing someone soon after they violated wasn’t as fun as making them regret the day they ever did anything foul. I stopped at the door leading to the garage and eyed my key fobs. It didn’t take long for me to decide to drive the AMG Benz. Out of the four cars that I owned, I liked the Benz the best and that was saying something because when I purchased my Rolls Roycea nigga felt like he was walking on clouds. That was my first big boy purchase. And I still loved my car, but the Benz for whatever reason was my favorite. In my opinion, a Rolls Royce wasn’t an everyday car anyway.
I had only been driving a few minutes when my lawyer called. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I hit him up, so I wasn’t hopeful that it was good news. “Tell me something good, Mr. White.”
“I can tell you something very good. I got the date of the murder as well as the location. The murders occurred June tenth of last year in Golden Waters, North Carolina. Vic has proof that June tenth of last year, he was far away from Golden Waters. He was actually in New York at his mother’s house from May twenty-fifth until June thirteenth. Now, he just has to pay a $30,000 bond for the possession of a gun by a convicted felon charge.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Wait, Vic didn’t tell them that when they questioned him?” I frowned.
“They were being assholes and not giving him specific information. I think they wanted to try and trip him up. Golden Waters PD isn’t used to having a lot of cold cases. I think they just wanted to pin the murders on him and call it a day.”
I was lowkey pissed because I had to shell out all that money when Vic could have told and proved himself that he was in New York at time of the murders, but that shit didn’t even matter. David was going to reimburse me for all my trouble, or his ass was going to be the next homicide that occurred. Not even two seconds after I arrived at the warehouse, Brock pulled up in his Tahoe. Checking the Rolex on my wrist, I deemed that it was okay to roll a blunt.
It took years for me to realize that I suffered from anxiety and depending on the situation, weed made the anxiety worse. In an age where niggas took prescription medication for fun,I took Xanax because I really needed it. Too many people suffered from undiagnosed mental health issues and dealt with the symptoms by being a crash out. Panic attacks made me extremely uncomfortable. Sometimes, I felt like I was dying. If I became uncomfortable around too many people especially ones that I didn’t know, it could end badly for them. Right before I turned twenty-six, I made the sound decision to visit a therapist.
I had no desire to be groggy all day, so I took the medication at night. I also didn’t like mixing medication and weed, so I always waited about ten hours after my Xanax before I smoked. Generally, I only allowed myself one blunt a day. Two if I was celebrating. I was responsible for my mental health. It wasn’t anyone else’s job. I had to figure out what triggered me and what calmed me down. I wasn’t too cool to get help. Me getting help also was the best way for me to stay out of prison and for niggas to stay out of the ground.
No sooner than I finished rolling the blunt did David and Ryder arrive. Reaching in my pocket, I grabbed my lighter. With a spark of the wheel, fire was set to the end of the weed filled cigar, and I inhaled a deep pull as I watched David get out of his car. Once he was out of his vehicle, Brock got out of his. After hitting the blunt two more times, I slowly emerged from the car. David had a corny ass grin on his face. Nigga looked excited even. He probably assumed I wanted to place an order. If he thought he was getting any money out of me, he was sadly mistaken.
Lox called me, and I accepted the call as I passed the keys to Brock ignoring David trying to give me dap. “Brock take him inside. I’ll be in, in a minute. Yo,” I answered in a gruff tone before pulling from the blunt again.
“What’s up, Boss? Vic got bond.”
“My lawyer told me. Does he have money to post bond?” It wasn’t my fault he got arrested for gun possession. That was hischarge. The only one I was willing to feel bad about was the murder charge from giving him a dirty gun. Since he was no longer facing a murder charge, he was going to be responsible for getting himself out of jail.
“Yeah. His girl is on the way to get him out. He’s going to be ready to get back to work after spending that bread. Just wanted to know if you were able to handle that.”
“Wait about twenty minutes and hit Brock. He’ll handle that.”
“Bet.”
I ended the call and passed the blunt to Ryder. “Everything good?
“Vic got a bond. Murder charges were dismissed because he had an alibi.”
“Good shit,” he bobbed his head as he followed me inside the warehouse.
David was sitting in one of the metal folding chairs I had in the warehouse. “You trying to spend some money? I’m a busy man,” he chuckled. David threw a chuckle in to make his statement seem like a lighthearted joke. But he felt some type of way because he waited for five minutes. Or maybe it was because I didn’t acknowledge him. Could have been both those things. Whatever it was, I didn’t give a fuck.
I walked over to David and punched him in the face so hard his head snapped back, and my knuckles burned. He shot up out of the seat, and I hit him again making his knees buckle. Blood stained his lips and tears wet his eyes as his chest heaved up and down. The rage in his orbs made me aware that he wanted to try me, but he knew better.
“What the fuck?” he asked through gritted teeth. “I got mad respect for you, nigga, but I’m not about to stand here and let you hit on me. Y’all niggas will have to kill me.”
With clenched jaw muscles I stepped forward. “Killing you is definitely on my list of things to do muhfucka,” I spoke in a low tone. “You sold me a dirty ass gun. One of my runners is in jail as we speak. I had to pay a grip for a lawyer to get his double homicide charges dropped. So with the money I spent on the guns, my lawyer fee, and an inconvenience fee, I’d say you owe me about $60,000. I’m gon’ need that shit in like forty-eight hours. After that, it starts to draw interest. But you only get two days to give me my bread. Or you’ll be dead, and I’ll be fucking your wife.”
At the mention of the dirty gun, fear instantly replaced the anger that had been in David’s eyes. But when I said something about fucking his wife, the anger returned. He didn’t like that. His upper lip curled into a snarl, and a bit of a smile subtly lifted my lips. His anger was more entertaining than his fear could ever be.
“What?” my eyes darted back and forth across his face. “You got something you want to say?”
David’s jaw muscles flexed. “I don’t have that kind of money, man. I just invested a lot of my bread into a construction company. I can’t empty my entire savings.”
“You won’t need your savings if you’re dead.”
“I swear to God, I thought the guns were clean. I’ve never had this problem before. It wasn’t me. Let me get at my connect. He can make this right.”
