I laughed. “He told me the same thing.”
“I’m gonna help him out, probably next weekend. Kinda miss him too, but no, I won’t tell him that.”
We talked until she pulled up to the docks. The doors opened seconds later and she pulled into the warehouse.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, about to get out.
“Okay,” she responded. She had reclined her seat all the way and put her gun on her lap.
“So you ain’t gonna try to get out of the car?” I looked from her to where Posydiann, Akillah, and two of their men stood talking.
“Nope. You’re good; I’m not here. But if you’re not back at this car in about thirty minutes, there will be no other nigga standing in here. Then I’ll have it cleaned up like nothing happened. Handle your business, handsome. I’m about to take a nap.”
I laughed, getting out of the car. Even though I was laughing, I knew she meant every word.
A brief walk later and I was standing near Posydiann and Akillah.
“When Psy said you wasn’t dead, I didn’t believe him. I dead ass thought the anesthesia they gave him had fucked up his brain. Now here you are. Nigga, I poured my liquor out for you for a month straight.” Akillah greeted me with a brotherly hug.
I chuckled.
“Who’s that in the car?” Posydiann asked.
“My lady. She said y’all niggas got me for about thirty minutes before she get out the car blasting.”
They both laughed.
“Lee’s oldest daughter, right?” Posydiann asked.
I nodded.
“Know her from the car. That motherfucker is tight. I had to get at the lil homie ’bout trying to boost it. Lee been bragging on shorty for years. Only motherfucker speeding through the blocks, foot never onna brake.”
I laughed hard as fuck. “Yeah, that’s Killa.”
“That’s a good look for you. I hear she’s lethal too.”
We made a little more small talk, then headed toward where they had RJ. The closer we got to a door, the louder the yelling.
“That’s him?”
“Hell yeah. Nigga ain’t stopped yelling since I had Rocko pull him out of the trunk.”
“Open the door, Rock.” Posydiann’s voice had big a nigga standing from the corner and walking over to the big metal door.
I watched the door open and the lights cut on. On the floor, tied up in the loosest fucking ropes, was RJ. Nigga was about five-two in a fucking baby shower Burberry shirt. Laughter escaped my lips because I hadn’t seen this lil Napolean wannabe ass nigga since I was about sixteen.
“Yo, this you? In here screaming like a bitch after all the bull you pulled?”
“Fuck you. You’re supposed to be dead.” He even sounded proper.Ol’ Oreo ass nigga.
“But I ain’t. You was too busy tryna prove to your pops that you could do it, now look where you at. Tied up on the concrete floor like bait.”
“You killed my mama, motherfucker. I didn’t kill yours!”
“He didn’t. You did and maybe I had something to do with it.” Akillah’s voice had me smirking.
“This street shit ain’t tit for tat. You did some flawed mess and left your moms unguarded. Now you’re getting ready to be with her. It’s a win-win in my book.” I pulled my pistol from my back.
