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He knew they were up to something. He also knew that they were wasting their breath with a sit down. Laura was going to die; he just didn’t know who would be the one to take her life.
8
Uncle Jimmy was in the kitchen grinding on Ms. Ella’s ass as she cooked what was supposed to be for dinner. She was used to him being all up on her by now. It seemed like he just had to be touching her in some kind of way ever since they had gotten together.
“If I burn this food, we’re gonna fight, Jimmy. Back up some,” she whined.
“Hush up, woman. I’m not going nowhere. If you tell me to move again, I’m gonna spank you tonight,” he playfully told her.
There was a knock on the door. “Who the fuck is that?” he said to himself as he walked to the door with an attitude.
Whoever this was better had something important to say. He was shocked to see Cornelius at the door. “Why the fuck you at my damn door?” he asked.
“Is that how you greet an old friend?” Cornelius asked.
“Nigga, get it right. We know each other from back in the day, but we ain’t never been friends. Now, like I said before, why are you at my house?” Uncle Jimmy asked.
He was about to get pissed at Cornelius. Him standing there was feeling more like disrespect than a friendly visit. In Uncle Jimmy’s eyes, Cornelius was a want to be hustler slash drug dealer. He was never on Uncle Jimmy’s level because he made moves off emotions. In the streets, that was a big no-no. They weren’t exactly enemies, but they damn sure weren’t friends.
“Can I come in, so we can talk?” Cornelius asked.
“Fuck no. Say what you gotta say,” Uncle Jimmy said as he stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him.
“Damn, it’s like that?” he asked Uncle Jimmy.
“You said you wanted to talk, so talk,” Uncle Jimmy said with his arms folded across his chest.
“I’m here to request a sit down with you, Allen, and Murder,” Cornelius said, finally getting to the point.
“What for?” Uncle Jimmy asked.
“If you can convince Murder to come, I’m sure he knows what it’s about,” he told Jimmy.
“If he knows then why the hell you’re not at his fucking door? That should’ve been where your ass went instead of here. Either you tell me the reason for it, or I will damn sure stop it from happening. What you gonna do, Corn?” Uncle Jimmy said, calling Cornelius by his nickname.
“It looks like Laura was the one who shot Murder the other night. Now Murder has a price on her head. We need a sit down so there’s no more bloodshed,” he answered.
“Why you just didn’t tell the bitch not to shoot Murder? It’s just like her ass to do some shit then come to you because she thinks you can smooth shit over. You know just like I do that there ain’t no damn smoothing this one over. Hold up, let me get my phone so I can call him,” Uncle Jimmy said before going in the house. He came back out with the phone in his hand. After dialing the number, he put the phone on speaker and waited for Murder to answer.
“What up, Unc?”
“Corn is over here trying to have a sit down with us, them, and Laura. I got you on speaker,” Uncle Jimmy said.
“They must have her ass tucked away good because I got everybody looking for the bitch. Who’s supposed to pick a place and time for her to try to lie her way out of this?” Murder asked.
“You can pick all that shit if it makes you feel more comfortable,” Cornelius told Murder.
“It ain’t about me being comfortable. If it was about that then I would be holding Law-Baby’s hand as we picked out her mama’s casket. Or better yet, I would be paying somebody for offing the bitch. Now, are you sure you want me to pick this shit or not? It’s a simple yes or no. Don’t try to run that weak ass game on me, old head,” Murder said.
Uncle Jimmy chuckled at the facial expression that Cornelius wore as Murder talked. Leave it up to his nephew to snatch a smug ass look off a man’s face without even knowing it.
“Yeah, um, you can still pick it,” Cornelius said, stuttering a little bit.
“Okay, meet us at my warehouse tomorrow night at seven. Bring that bitch and her conniving ass sister with y’all, or there ain’t gonna be shit to talk about,’’ Murder said before ending the call.
Jimmy turned and walked into the house, leaving Cornelius on the porch.
“Is everything okay, Jimmy?” Ms. Ella asked as he came back in the house.
