Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten even more, like the answer had been sitting in front of him this whole time. And honestly, it was because the answer was my ass.Before I could say anything, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The sound was just enough to pull my attention away for a second. I reached into my pocket, pulled it out, and quickly glanced down at the screen.
Mali: I can’t wait to see you
For a split second, everything else faded. Then I looked back up from my phone and froze. The spit in my mouth became thick, so I gulped a bit to swallow it down. Mr. Browne was standing there with his arm extended and a gun pointed directly at me. It had to be a dessert eagle because the nose on that bitch was long. His face wasn’t angry. It was calm. Too calm, like he had been doing shit like this all his life. Maybe because he had been, and here my stupid ass was on the other side of the barrel. His eyes were fixed on me. He didn’t even fucking blink before he opened his mouth.
“Where’s my bricks, little nigga?”
It felt like time froze for a moment, and suddenly the temperature in the room had risen. I could have sworn that I was feeling beads of sweat drip down my damn forehead. I could see Mr. Browne’s patience waiting for my response leave his eyes. Everything had come full circle. For months, I thought that this shit was over with. I looked at it as a mistake from my past that I had indeed learned from. Honestly, I didn’t think that I would see this day. At this point, it was bigger than the act of me robbing him. I had been spending so much time with Mr. Browne that I knew how this must have looked. I needed him to understand that the robbery had happened before I even knew him. Before we had even met. Still, none of that mattered because I had taken something from him. With the way my pops had died, I should have known better.
“Well?” he asked with no emotion in his tone.
I tried opening my mouth to respond, but I felt like I was going to vomit instead.
TO BE CONTINUED…
