Rebel (A Rihanna and Eazy E Love Story)

Trouble On My Mind (Chapter 11)

Eazy E POV

"Who is it?" Tone dumb ass asked.

"Eric! Man, we been through this shit a thousand times," I yelled, already pissed off by this dumb ass nigga. All I wanna do is handle the job, stack my bread, and bounce outta this bitch.

Multiple deadbolts unlock revealin' this nigga. 

"What's the use to havin' this dumb ass knock if I gotta tell you my name anyway?" I stepped in the house, my frustration evident, muggin' Tone slow ass. I got right to business spreadin' out three freezer bags of 10 ounces.

"Here's the product...now where the money at?" I demanded, my patience runnin' out.

"Man, you heard what happen? My best runner got cracked. They sent his young ass to Y.A."

"The fuck that got to do with me?" Now I'm all the way pissed off, not this bird brain muthafucka tryna run game on me, like I'm his bitch.

"Tasha, get this dude a 40." 

"Do I look thirsty to you? Where my ends at?" Aggravated to say the least.

"Why you so ruthless, Eric, damn! You don't want nothin' to drink? What you want...you want some pussy?" 

I chuckled, this nigga out his mind, I don't want these dirty, rat lookin' ass bitches. "Yep. But not from these strawberry bitches you got right here."

"So you just gonna disrespect my house like that, Cuz?" His bitch ass gettin' offended.

"Dumb ass, this a dope house! It's already disrespected." Tone was a fuckin' busta, man.

"Well fuck it then...you gonna have to let us hold on to that right there." Tweaked out homie must've been trippin', 'cause the moment I stepped in this bitch, dude was actin' all frantic. One of his busted chicks grabbed a sawed-off from under a pillow, pointing it dead at me.

These fools think they gon' gank me?

"Yeah, do what you gotta do, 'cause I got my homies parked across the street from your momma's house. I don't show up. They show out!" I ain't leaving this bitch without my money or my rocks.

In the midst of our stare-down,  a whistle echoes in from outside, followed by a deep-ass rumblin' coming from outside. Tone peeked out the blinds, and his face dropped.

"Fuckin' Batter-Ram!" 

Aw hell naw! I scooped up the rocks and dashed to the back of the trap as the wall gave way to that ram.

Lookin' for an exit, I kicked the kitchen window out and jumped into the alley. That's when I saw a pitbull, but the sound of boots and flashlights chasin' me was even louder. I took my chances with the dog.

 "Oh Fuck!" The pit comin' at me quick, but then light bounce off my shirt.

"Shit!" A white cop makin a chase at me.

I booked it across the backyard, jumped a fence, slid over the garage roof, and ducked into the next yard.

My heart was poundin' like the bass in a lowrider, adrenaline pumpin' through my veins. I could hear them yellin' behind me, all that badge talk ain't got nothin' on this hustle. I ain't goin' down like this; not today. I ducked behind a trash can, tryin' to catch my breath, the smell of garbage mixin' with that fear.

"Where you at, nigger?" I heard one of 'em shout, their footsteps thunderin' like they was on a mission to bring me down.

I peeked out, my eyes catchin' the flashlights sweepin' across the ground, lookin' for me like I was some kinda ghost. I whispered a quick prayer to the streets, "Keep me safe, just this once."