I reached over and smacked Roc upside the head. “By the way, he ain’t making it into the league. Make this nigga join the drama club or some shit.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, yeah, bitch.”
When we pulled up to the warehouse, I pressed the barrel into Noah’s temple. “Try some slick shit, and you and your son gone have plots next to each other.”
We hopped out of the car, and I kept Noah in my hold while Javi yoked Roc up, holding him at gun point. “Y’all ruined the fucking white party. That was the only night my lady was in town that week. Y’all fucked up date night.” He backhanded Roc like the bitch he was. His nose flared as the stinging sensation from Javi’s backhand heated up the side of his face.
“It’s gone be alright, Noah,” he reassured his son, who was in hysterics.
As we entered the warehouse, we heard some talking toward the back. I lifted my finger to my lips, telling Noah to shut the fuck up. Moe, Jersey, Cyro, and Diamond followed me. They had their straps out ready to blow whoever stood in our way.
“The fuck! Roc?” we heard from a nigga pushing out from the back. He had a duffle bag in hand, so I was assuming he just collected his reup.
I kept Noah in my grip with my left hand while quickly upping my gun and sending three bullets right into his chest. At the sight of homie’s body dropping, Noah let out a piercing scream. His scream garnered the attention of the rest of the niggas politicking in the back. They pushed out from behindthe door with their guns drawn. Diamond squeezed her trigger, popping two niggas immediately with headshots.
I ain’t have no intention of actually harming Noah. I knew the gunplay that was about to ensue wasn’t no shit a child should’ve been experiencing. I pushed him over toward a pile of wooden pallets that were stacked up amongst each other.
“Stay there.”
Niggas started piling out of the back one after the other. Gunshots ricocheted throughout the warehouse as they attempted to defend themselves. Javi had already stripped Roc of his gun before he got in there, so he pushed him to the floor, leaving him defenseless as bullets went spraying.
Any day a shipment came in, I always showed face at my warehouse just to make sure shit was in order. I knew Silas’ bitch ass had to be in here somewhere. I was itching to get my hands on his pussy ass. This was the only way I could catch him. I kicked down the door, and a nigga who was tucked into the corner of the room started spraying. Cyro popped him before we scanned the room and came up empty.
No sign of Silas, and we left everyone else dead.
On the metal table, there were bricks wrapped in saran wrap, separated for distribution, along with stacks of money.
“Fuck!” I snarled. This motherfucka’ was everywhere except where he needed to be. I for sure thought I was gone catch him today. “His bitch ass not here.”
“Ducking smoke like fucking always.” Jersey shook his head.
“The nigga scary and stupid,” I scoffed while motioning my head to the right so Jersey could see what caught my attention. On the wall of the back room was a paper titled ”Investment Properties” that contained a list of addresses. I was able to pick up on a few, recalling the address of the trap we ran through a couple months back. I made sure to snap a quick picture just to keep in my back pocket. I had an idea of a few traps Silashad around the way, but from the looks of it, Silas was opening a bunch of traps under the guise of him flipping the houses to either sell or rent them out. The idea wasn’t half bad, but with him being so far removed from his crew because he was a scary-ass bitch, shit got sloppy, and information landed in the hands of the wrong motherfucka’… like me.
As we were clearing out the warehouse, Javi kept Roc on the floor at gun point. “Where the fuck is Silas?!” He stomped him with his Timb boot.
Roc groaned at the blow he received to the gut. “Miami! He’s in fucking Miami!”
I didn’t like his response, so I stormed over to them and stomped him right in his motherfucking face. His nose leaked blood as he curled up in the fetal position. “Only shit keeping you alive right now is me having a heart for yo fucking son! No kid deserves to see their pops go out! Next time I fucking catch you, you’re dead!” I spit on him.
Jersey and Moe made sure to clear the warehouse of all their product and money before we rolled out.
Whatever angel Silas had on his fucking side was about to get popped right alongside his bitch ass. I needed that nigga dead!
I lifted Jazzlyn’s hand above her head before spinning her around so I could get a full look at her outfit. We finally got some alone time with Saphir back at Brooke’s, so I figured it would be nice to take my baby out on a date.
“You still trying to go out? ‘Cause I can stay in and look at you all fucking night.” I bit my lip as she smoothed her hands down the black coreset dress that stopped mid-thigh.
She giggled. “No ‘cause I want some lobster rolls, so come on.”
“Big back ass been talking about these lobster rolls all day.”
“Remember you said that ‘cause I’m not letting you have any of mine when you finish inhaling the fuck out of yours.”
I chuckled as I took her hand into mine and lifted it to my lips. Her lips curved into the smile I adored so much. Loving Jazzlyn would never get tiring. She made me happy and gave me purpose. I couldn’t imagine life without her.
I squeezed her thigh as we cut through the city. My lady was a real passenger princess. All she did was sit pretty, take selfies, and not worry about shit. I loved the fact that when she was around me, she could turn her brain off. She didn’t have a concern in the world when I was by her side, and that shit meant a lot because she trusted me.
