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I could hear Quan yelling something, but Tracy had hung up the phone on him. Tracy had to be the stupidest nigga in the world because he wasn’t doing anything but making Quan more pissed off.
Chapter 6: Tracy
We had just pulled up to Scott Lake park, and it was pitch dark outside. The only light that was really shining out here was on the baseball field. I had picked this park because I knew that at this time of night, nobody would be over here. This wasn’t a place you wanted to be at midnight because there wasn’t a lot of lighting. I knew this park like the back of my hand because as a youngin’, I used to play football out here. So, if I had to make a run for it, I knew exactly where I would be going.
I wasn’t a dumb nigga, and I knew that this drop wouldn’t be like taking candy from a baby. I wasn’t prepared to die tonight, but I was prepared for maybe getting hit by a bullet or two. The whole way over there, I contemplated if I should just kill Chantel’s ass, and that way I could keep all the money to myself. But I figured that either way she was going to be dead because I knew that Quan would come looking for both of us. I wasn’t worried about if he ever caught up to her and she gave my name up because at the end of the day, she was involved in the whole thing, so he would be forced to kill her ass too.
“I think that’s him sitting right there on the bleachers. When I get out, just slide over and get in the driver’s seat. Don’t start the car back up until you see me hand over the bag because I don’t want him to get suspicious. Please, Chantel, don’t fuck this up,” I told her and then reached in my lap and pulled the skully over my head.
My lips and eyes were the only things visible on my face. I pulled out the phone one more time and called this nigga again.
“Yo,” he answered, sounding like he was aggravated or some shit.
“That’s your bitch ass sitting over there on the bleachers?” I asked, just to make sure.
“Nigga, who the fuck else you think it is? You the only nigga going around taking people kids and having them meet you at fuckin’ midnight to get back they own damn child. So yes, to answer your stupid ass question, it is me.”
Quite frankly, I was tired of this nigga’s mouth. “You really take me for a joke, ain’t it? Playboy, I got your baby girl right here, so what the fuck you want to do?” I asked him, hoping he caught on to the hint that if he kept running his mouth like a little bitch that I would pop her ass. I took his silence as his way of letting me know that he felt where I was going with this.
“I’m coming now,” I said and then hung up the phone.
I stepped out of the car, took the keys out and threw them back on the driver’s seat. I opened the door for his daughter and her lil ass was shaking like a fuckin’ lea
f. I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the car. Taking my gun from the waist of my pants, I walked with the gun trained on her temple.
“Let’s go so I can take you to your bitch ass daddy. Let me tell your little ass something, when we get over there, do not run because I will kill your little ass! Do you understand me?” I asked her.
She nodded her head.
We walked across the parking lot and made our way toward the baseball field. As we neared the field, I watched as Quan rose from the bleachers and picked up the duffel bag filled with my money inside. We made it into the middle of the field, with him standing a few inches away from me and China. I still had the gun aimed at the back of her head.
“You can remove that fuckin gun off of my baby, nigga, you made your damn point!” he barked.
To show him that I wasn’t playing with his ass, I took the gun off safety and cocked my head to the side.
“Drop the money right there and walk away.”
“Nah, nigga, that wasn’t the fuckin agreement! We going to do this shit at the same fuckin time! You hand me over my baby and I drop the fuckin bag,” he said.
I watched his every movement because as soon as I felt like this nigga was going to reach for something, no questions would be asked before I killed this little bitch.
“Am I calling the shots? Or are you?” I asked him.
I could tell that this nigga didn’t like being told what to do. It was killing him that I had one up on him and there was nothing he could do about it. He dropped the bag of money on the floor and kicked it over to me. I bent down and picked the bag up with my left hand while my right hand still held the gun aimed at her head. I then strapped the bag over my shoulders. That shit was heavy as hell.
“Hand me over my fuckin’ daughter,” he said.
I pushed the little bitch in his direction and she fell. As soon as she got up, she ran toward him and I could hear Chantel driving the car in our direction. He picked her up and ran toward the bleachers.
As soon as I turned to make a run for the car, I heard guns blazing in my direction. I was trying to manage running with this big ass bag and the shit seemed damn near impossible. From the sound of it, it had to be more than one gun that was shooting at me.
“POW! POW! POW!” Gun shots rang out in the night air, and my only motivation at this point was the million dollars that I was carrying on my shoulders.
I was ducking bullets left to right, and as soon as my hand touched the passenger door to get in, a bullet tore through my right shoulder, causing me to drop my gun.
POW! Another bullet hit me. This time in the back of my right thigh.
“Goooo! Gooo now!!!” I screamed, as soon as I had the door closed.
