“I’m coming,” she objected. I walked her to the couch, sitting her down, kneeling in front of her.
“Baby, you gone stay yo’ ass right here. I don’t need you being associated with anything regarding that nigga. If he says anything to you outta line, I’mma beat the brakes off his ass, alright.”
She nodded, pouting her lips.
“I’ll be back.” I took ahold of her chin, pecking her lips one more time before I left.
Storming off, I called the old number I had for him, just to see if he’d answer the phone. He didn’t.
The next person I called was Messiah because I knew he still had connections around the neighborhood.
“Yo?” he answered.
“Sup, nigga. You got T. K.’s number?” I closed my car door, putting the keys in the ignition.
“T.K.? Fuck you want his number for?”
My hands gripped the steering wheel as I backed out of Baby’s driveway. “It’s personal muthafucka, you got it or not?!” I didn’t have time to be playing on the damn phone with him.
“No, but whatever you thinkin about doing, don’t.”
I sucked my teeth. Any other time, his ass would jump on the bandwagon. Now, he wanted to be calm, cool, and collected.
“I just wanna talk to him,” I lied, thinking about places he could be. We hadn’t run in the same circles in a long time but, now that I thought about it, it’s a few places I knew of.
“Bullshit,” he spat. “At least let me come with you.”
I didn’t need nobody else dragged in on this. It’s between me and T.K.
“Nah, this is a one-man mission. I’ll find him.” I hung up, turning onto a familiar street.
The last time I was down here, I almost got arrested for the first time by a police officer who raided the trap spot we were at. They missed me by a few seconds, and I ran out the back door before they could spot me in there. I swerved in the driveway, not bothering to greet the niggas at the front. I was familiar with most of them, but that ain’t what I was here for.
“Yoo, Love. Long time no see nigga!” one of them spoke, but I ain’t have time for formalities.
“Y’all seen T.K. around here?” They discreetly glanced at each other.
“Where is he, Keyshawn?” I asked the one who spoke to me.
“Love, man. I don’t want no problems.” He held his hand up in surrender.
“And it won’t be none...” I promised, flicking my nose. “If you tell me where the fuck he is.”
He sucked his teeth. “4th Ave.”
I knew exactly where he was talking about. “Good looking out.”
I walked off. Where I was going was another location we used to hang out at. It wasn’t too far from this one. Jumping in, I reversed from the curb, burning rubber as I pulled off. Baby was probably going crazy right now with worry. But I was glad I kept her at her house. I needed to protect her at all costs.
When I turned a corner, I spotted his black Charger immediately. Smiling with satisfaction, I parked my car right beside him, grabbed the keys, and jumped out.
“T.K.!” I yelled out for him. It was a bunch of niggas standing around outside, but they parted like the red sea to let T.K. walk through.
“Let me talk to you.” I licked my lips, folding my arms across my chest.
“Come on, Love. I don’t want no problems with you, man.”
As soon as he was close enough, I fired off on his ass. My hat flew off my head when I cocked back, punching him in his shit.
