The Way It Is (Way Too Deep Sequel)

Chapter 44📍

"Shooters creep 'round here, hard to sleep 'round here
Life cheap 'round here, Grim Reap' 'round here
Spilled milk get wiped up, we don't weep 'round here."
~Cold Summer~
-Fabulous

"Okay." She whispered before she hung up.

Jahvon looked at his phone and shook his head. This shit was crazy. Nigga was stealing his product . How you gon steal from me? Why the fuck you even doing the shit that you doing?

I couldn't even imagine why he was doing that shit in the first place. Like what type of shit was he on?

He tapped on Sha's contact and listened to the phone ring. Pulling the phone away from his ear he looked at it.

He didn't mean to be rude to her but his emotions were all over the place. Truth be told he did need her in his space right about now but telling her to stay where she was at was the best thing for her. Or him?

"Yoooo!" He heard come from the living room.

He looked out the opening in his kitchen and seen Crazy holding two duffle bags.

"Fuck you yelling for?" He asked.

Crazy dropped the duffle bags and looked at him. He could sense that something was wrong with his friend and also wanted to know who he was directing that energy towards.

"What's good with you? I'm not your problem."

Blowing out a breath, Jah made his way towards the living room.

"My bad. My bad. It just seems like it's so much shit going on all at once."

"Oh okay. Thought niggas was about to have to get physical. Talking me crazy and shit."

Jah chuckled and sat down. "You stupid. I found out it's Devonte who's been taking from me." He said, getting serious again.

"Devonte? Devonte who?"

"King."

The room fell silent. Crazy didn't know what to say as he was processing what Jahvon just said. That shit was fucked up on different levels either way you looked at it. He was stealing his product & his money.

"I— damn man. You sure? Like a hunnit?"

"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. I'm still wrapping my head around it you know? We gon have to talk..."

"Talk?"

"Mmhm."

"And how you think he gon take it? I know you not coming pleasantly."

He didn't even know how to respond to that question. He was thinking about all the different ways he could approach him about the situation. What was his purpose for real?

"The way I've been feeling lately, I just wanna off everybody that's been fucking with me. Dead them niggas for good. This shit is weird."

Crazy had a thought but decided to keep it to himself. He knew the type of friendship East and King had so him suggesting anything would make him look at Crazy, crazy.

"Honestly, you know how to handle that situation best. I understand all view points even though I'm an outsider looking in."

"What?"

"You wanna kill him but you know how that would affect your lady and everybody around you. You don't wanna kill him cause that's your brother. There's a lot of history. How could you do that?" Crazy asked.

"Nigga been acting like everything's cool. Talking to me on the regular like everything is good. Knowing he taking from me."

"Hold up. Hold up!"

Crazy started pacing in front of him. "All this shit starting to make sense."

"First Akashaa now you. What the fuck that mean?"

He stopped pacing , looked at him and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the juices out the fridge.

"Shit is not adding up for you? Like you're  not putting the pieces together? Fuck , fuck, fuck. Nigga is too good. He gotta be connected. Some way. Somehow."

"Aight nigga now you talking crazy."

"It was King from jump. From the very first occurrence to the shit that happened last week. It had to be or I'm tripping?"

Sitting back on the couch, he started to think back from the very first time his shit came up missing. He knew that King was connected but what does that even mean?

They both sat in silence , thinking. Crazy was convinced though. It had to be him. A part of him wanted him to be wrong though. He was trustworthy. Loyal. Honest. He fucked with him because of that.

The men that East associated himself with, he grew to respect because they were solid. King was his best friend and that's the part that was igging him bad.

Jah's phone ringing on the counter broke them out of their thoughts. Getting up, he went to go answer it before he stopped in his tracks.

"You remember Kenny right? Young nigga that was always around?" He asked

"Yeah what about him?"

"You seen him lately?"

"What you getting at East?" He asked.

His head was already spinning.

"A few months back I overheard a conversation between him and King. They were plotting on some nigga. That's beside the point though. I remember him asking about product up here and some job he was supposed to do but I didn't think nothing of it. Why would I have?"

"So you saying what? It was yours?"

"He had came up to visit and shit. Kenny called him , said the job was done. Asked him where he wanted to meet him at. He was antsy. He left quick that day. Later that night you call me and tell me that you couldn't find the truck..."

"Nah nah. We took care of them niggas who did it though."

"That means what? That he couldn't have told Kenny to get the job done and Kenny had niggas do it for him? Remember they wasn't giving up no information. To me I thought it was some weird niggas trynna prove a point."

"Well when you put it like that. But does that make sense?"

He shrugged. "I don't know but have you seen him?"

"In passing. He hasn't been around for a minute."

Jahvon chuckled. "You think if I ask this nigga he gon' tell the truth?"

"Niggas don't keep it player. You know that. Either way, I'm on whatever you on."

"Right."

His phone started ringing again and he grabbed it off the counter.

"Wassup Sha."

"Was just returning your call."

"Right, right. Come see me baby."