Good Things Don't Last

Chapter 9

Sebastian's POV

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, It did. Asha called my phone on perfect timing. I knew she only wanted sex, But I didn't want her at all, I just wanted to get one step closer to Q, and she knew all the information I was looking for. But question is, How would I be able to get it out of her?

"What's up Asha? I been busy. And shit, it works both ways." I said.

"Mmhmm." Asha said.

"Your nigga still hate me? I mean I don't blame him, though." I said.

"Actually, that's what I was calling you about. I was calling you to warn you that--

Just as I was pulling into my driveway, I spotted Bryan, Q, and two other men standing in my driveway.

"Asha, what the fuck is going on? These niggas at my crib!" I said.

"They were coming to talk to you. They think Black killed one of their crew members. They want to interrogate you--

"Step out of the car, son. We need to talk." Bryan said. The only reason they came to my damn house was because they knew that I was what Black really cared about, and if anything happened to me, They would know Black would try to come after them. So I already knew what was happening.

"What is there to talk about? Oh, I know. We can start off by asking why the fuck are you guys on my proper--

Before I could finish my sentence, Q struck me in the stomach with his fist. I fell instantly onto the ground. As I was coming back up to fight back, I felt a gun being placed on my temple. It was Q, once again.

"You come off wrong at me, or my father again, I'ma fuck you up on your own property." Q said.

"Yeah, you're a real man with that gun, huh?" I said. I had a smart ass mouth, and I knew it. I didn't care though, it was just a part of who I was. I don't bite my tongue for anybody.

"Shut the fuck up, and raise up off the ground before I blow your fucking head off." Q said.

"Whoa whoa son, we didn't come here for all of that. My apologies to you, Mr. Jacobs. My son seems to be a little upset. I know you know of me. I knew your father. We go back from the time you didn't even exist. My condolences to you, and your family. But, today, we are here because we seem to have something missing, and we believe that you can help us with our problem. All we ask is that you tell us nothing but the truth. Be perfectly honest, and nothing bad will happen to you. Got it?" Bryan said. I hated this nigga, he tries to be all nice of a man, but he really isn't. He's a fucking coward, if it wasn't for Q and the rest of these niggas, I would've blown this nigga head off as soon as I seen him step on my property.

"What do you think I have to do with any of this? I barely even know you, nor associate with none of your punk ass niggas." I said.

"Whoa, watch yourself, Mr. I'm trying to be reasonable here, but if you keep giving me that big talk of yours, It won't be so nice, nor reasonable. You got that?" Bryan said.

"Lets get to the point man, what are y'all here for? So you can harrass me?" I said.

"Do you know who killed one of our crewman, Miguel?" Q said.

"Now, why would I know that information?" I said.

"Because of your whereabouts, who you know, and what can get you into some shit. Thats how. Now, if you do know, I suggest you speak up. Either way, we're going to find out--

"Then why are you at my house, asking me questions like "Who Shot John"?" I said.

"I was giving you a chance to be honest with me. But, I guess I have no choice but to find out for myself." Bryan said.