Page 108 of Love U Down II

I took a bite of my breakfast and watched as Myome took her phone from her ear, tapped the screen several times, gasped, and quickly put the phone back to her ear. I continued eating while watching my wife lean against the counter and stumble through a conversation with Charm.

When they hung up, she stood at the counter for a little longer before slowly turning around.

“Somebody robbed and killed Trapp,” she mumbled.

“Okay?” I shoved more eggs into my mouth.

“Should I… Should I reach out to Retta?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. I mean I know we aren’t super close or anything, but we spent a lot of time together and they’re saying she was there when it happened. I couldn’t imagine watching you get robbed and killed in front of me, Berlin.”

“And you ain’t gon have to,” I assured her.

“We don’t know that. I mean, people know who you are and how rich you are and I don’t know. It’s kind of wild to think about people you’ve been in such close contact with getting brutally killed. It just… puts things in perspective.” She slowly walked back over and sat down. “Anything can happen to anyone at any time.”

“Myome, that nigga had more enemies than hit songs. A robbery is a cop out. He was executed like the bitch he is. That’s it. Nobody is out here trying to be ‘the rapper slayer’. I promise you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I know Trapp and how the streets operate.”

“Do you not feel any kind of way about this?”

“Not at all,” I admitted and popped my last piece of bacon into my mouth.

“Berlin, y’all damn near grew up together.”

“Myome, that nigga threatened you. I’d throw gasoline on that bitch if he was burning in front of me and laugh about it. Just because we have a long history don’t mean it can’t come to a short end.”

“Okay.”

“I need three bites,” I reminded her.

She shook her head but took a bite of her food then two more. She set her fork down and exhaled, her eyes focused forward. I finished the rest of my breakfast in silence. When I finished,I got up, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and started clearing the dishes to wash them.

When I finished and looked back at Myome, she was already staring at me.

“What?”

“Do you remember when we gave you that bogus phone call about Lee hitting Chandler for your birthday?” she asked.

“And almost got him fucked up? Yeah.”

“You said you were going to kill him. That’s what Rome and Dashawn said anyway. It’s damn near their favorite part of the story when they tell it.”

“And behind my sister, I would.”

“Have you killed anyone before?”

I answered her question with a question.

“Where you going with this, Myome?”

“Did you do something to Trapp?”

“Does it matter?” I countered.