A FEW DAYS LATER
• M A L I K •
The moon looks pretty as fuck as I walk down the dark streets of the West Side of Louisville.
This city rarely looks pretty, but tonight, it's gorgeous.
The light of the moon embraced me as I walked up to the familiar car, opening the passenger getting inside.
The man behind the wheel, who was too busy tryna spark up a blunt, jumped at my presence, before whipping his face towards me. "M-Malik? What the fuck are you doin', nigga?" Bryan's scary ass asked me.
I just smirked at him. I then pulled out my pistol, laying it on my lap. His eyes widened once he saw it. "Aye, you wanna know sum?" I asked disregarding his question.
"How the fuck did you find me?"
"You keep askin' questions like you gotta right ta do that," I interjected him. "Shhh," I shushed him and his bitch ass stayed quiet before I continued talking. "Anyways," I sighed shaking my head. "You know, a few days ago when you pulled up to the buildin' my mind was set on puttin' a bullet thru' yo skull," I smirked putting my gun to his head, then pulling it back. "However, Tre convinced me not to. I really suggest you thank him," I looked over at him, he looked like he was damn near shaking. "Anyways," I sighed again. "I promised him that I wouldn't do shit ta you that day, right. But then, just like you never do, you don't listen. You didn't listen the first time when I punched you, the second time when I threatened you on his phone," I held up my fingers for each incident. "You didn't take the hint when security escorted you off the premises, and you decided to keep harassin' him, so I take it that you must not value livin' too much," I shrugged placing my hand on my gun.
"Malik," his eyes locked on my hand in my lap that gripped the handle of the cold lethal metal.
"Nigga, shut the fuck up," I said in a more aggravated tone. "Anyways," I huffed, "Imma give you three choices because I'm nice like that, but the catch is we gotta agree," I looked at his scary ass. "One, I kill you," I looked at him seeing his eyes go even wider. "Two, I beat you up. Three," I held up three fingers. "I let you go, and we forget about everything," I smiled. "Now pick,"
"Malik, please,"
"C'mon on three." I interrupted. "Three, two, one,"
"Let me go,"
"I kill you," We both said at the same time. I smacked my lips. "Ahh, damn, we ain't agree, let's do it again," I glanced over to him. "Three, two,"
"Let me go,"
"I kill you," I chuckled. "Bryan we gotta agree. I'll give you one more try before I pick," I smiled. "You ready, three, two, one,"
"Beat me up,"
"I beat you up," we both said. I looked at him shaking my head. "Yous really a bitch," I said before punching him in his face.
I then got on my knees and started punching this nigga over and over from the passenger's seat.
I then got out of the car, went to the driver's side, opened the door, and snatched this nigga from the seat onto the concrete. "Bitch ass nigga," I mumbled before taking the back of my pistol and smacking this nigga across the head. His eyes almost rolled back, but he regained his consciousness. I backed up off of him letting him stumble to his feet.
