Big mouth wasn’t short, but he was shorter than Gerald. He puffed his chest out, looking like he was ready for anything. Before any of us could blink, Gerald pulled out his gun and put it to his head.
The rest of the men that were with him tried to back theirs out, and Cappadonna shook his head. Quasim walked around Gerald and stood closer to one of them.
“Back that out, and I’m leaving bodies on this corner… and they won’t be ours.” He winked and nodded toward Don.
Jett was already walking to the Rezvani without Don having to say anything to him. “I’ll pull this shit right now… another fuck name on the news for Labor Day weekend… what color yo mama want you buried in?”
“Ger…Goon, don’t do this!” I called out to him, quickly checking myself from yelling his government name for the entire block to hear.
I snatched my arm from Meer and walked into the street where Ro and Chef were. “Boobie, go on and get in that fucking truck.”
“Not until you come with me… I’m not visiting you behind the wall again,” my voice cracked, as I looked at him.
Every part of him wanted to pull that trigger. His hand was steady as he held that gun to that man’s head. “Twelve coming.” Kincaid yelled, as he rode down the block on his bike.
“Goon, please… I don’t feel well.”
He snapped out of whatever daze he was in and looked the man in his eyes. “Get the fuck out my face.”
The man still remained standing, not scrambling like I thought he would have. “Signed your death certificate, Nigga… think you solid with your people.”
“Your people here too, Big dawg,” Quasim snickered.
He could breathe easily because his wife had got into the car with Capri. I stood here, waiting for Gerald, because something inside me wouldn’t allow me to leave without him.
“Thun-Thun, I’m never hiding… come get me.”
My heart sank when he said those words. “Zoya, you good?”
Ro reached out and held my arm and I nodded. “Just high, Pumpkin.”
He looked at me and shook his head, while Gerald turned his back to walk away. He was so confident in the fact that this man wouldn’t do shit that he didn’t look back. He held his hand out for me, and I slipped mine into his.
His veins bulged in his forearms as he pulled me in front of him and opened the door. Meer was high moments before, but he was on go as he waited for his brother to make it across the street.
I looked for mine. “Landon?”
“I’m straight… get her out of here before somebody decides to be stupid tonight.” He told Gerald, who nodded.
I climbed into the back with Blair and Capri, while Meer got in and Gerald got in behind him. Quasim got in the passenger seat, and Jett pulled off the block. I looked out the window at my brother, who was talking to Ro.
“Gerald, what the?—”
“Boobie,” he started, his head leaned back, and eyes closed.
“Geral—”
“Zoya.” His tone was sterner.
“Yes.”
“You can’t save me in these streets. In that courtroom, I’d put my life in your hands, out here, I’m not. When I tell you to get the fuck ghost, you do that shit for me, baby.”
I couldn’t formulate my words because everything was happening so fast and I was still high. “Are you crying?” Blair asked.
Capri shoved her. “Shut up.”
Meer and Gerald turned to face us, as tears poured down my face. “Why you crying, Zoya?”
