“Just asking, nigga. You fake your death then come back all loved up with some chick. I gotta ask.” He fidgeted, then looked away from me.
“She’s good people.”
He tried to joke. “Bet she is. You tongued her down before she got outta here. Must be great fucking people.”
I shrugged. “What my lil man been on? He giving my mama the flux?” I hoped he accepted the subject change and understood Liora wasn’t a topic I was up for discussing with him or anybody for that matter.
Lucky laughed. “Man, what? His little ass be running circles ’round her but I help out as much as I can. I’m headed that way after I leave here. You coming through or?—”
“Nah, I don’t want anybody else knowing I’m alive. I still have some things to take care of.”
“Like what? I’m still lost on how you’re even alive. Nigga we had your funeral, buried an empty casket.”
I didn’t respond, thinking about that myself. I wasn’t one for talking. About my plans, I had never been. I handled business on the silent side and let the news put things together and tell the stories.
I listened to him talk for a while longer before it was time for me to head out. The sun had fully risen and it wouldn’t be long before he started getting customers. The last thing I needed was somebody seeing me here. I told him I’d be in touch and left out of the side door and went to my car.
I pulled out of the lot with my mind lowkey on Liora. She’d slipped off hours ago, and like a bitch, I just wanted to hear her voice and make sure she was fine.
I hooked a left, about to hit the next expressway entrance, when I peeped I had a tail. I hooked a left, then another deeper into one of the most abandoned blocks in the area. I stoppedright before I reached the freight tracks, mashing on the brakes with a quickness.
Just my luck, the train was coming. I heard it from afar. I shifted gears and hopped out of my truck with my gun pointed. I rushed the black Challenger, following my gun aimed at his head.
“Don’t even fucking try it,” I said the moment I reached the driver side door.
“I wasn’t. God, I swear.” His hands were up in surrender on the sides of his face.
“Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?” I asked, ready to vent his head.
“Posydiann wants a meeting. He sent me to com?—”
“How the fuck you know where I was?” I asked, not even asking the bigger question.How the fuck did he know I was alive?
“Right place, right time. I was coming down the alley when you came out.”
“Who else you told you seen me?” His life depended on his answer.
“Just P.”
“Aight. Where he at?” I asked, expecting him to give me some in the cut location, but what he said had me giving him a double take.
“He’s at Briar South Memorial.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Shit hit the fan. Yo, you wanna lower your gun? You see I ain’t on nothing?”
“Nah. ’Cause I’m still wondering if I wanna leave your young ass leaking right here. You don’t follow nobody that fucking close unless you wanna lose your life out here.”
He nodded.
“You been up there to see him?”
He nodded again. “Yeah.”
“Aight, gimme your guest pass and ID.”
Confusion swept his features.
