r.e.m

prove it.

"Don't really care about your exes
Whatever it is, it could be
They're playin', I'm making 'em see."

Date: August 28th
Time: 12:57 AM

The engine roared as I sped through the streets, tires screeching around corners, my mind racing just as fast as the car. It was only a matter of time before Travis showed his face again. We'd been watching him for weeks—too many weeks. Jasai thought playing it safe was the move, keeping an eye on Travis, trying to gather more intel. But watching this nigga? That was never my style. I'm not one to sit back and wait for shit to blow up in our faces. And now, look where it's gotten us.

I clenched the steering wheel, white-knuckled, my jaw tight with frustration. The thought of Travis being anywhere near Jazelle had my blood boiling. Every minute he was out there felt like a threat, a ticking bomb waiting to go off. I wasn't about to let that happen. Not to her. Not to us.

My phone buzzed, vibrating angrily against the dash. It was Jasai. Again. I ignored it, eyes locked on the road ahead, my foot pressing down harder on the gas. I knew what he was going to say: "hold off, think it through, wait." Wait for what? For Travis to make another move? For him to get closer to Jazelle? Hell nah. That wasn't happening.

The phone rang again. This time it was Flaco. I cursed under my breath and snatched it up, hitting the speaker.

"Blaze! Nigga, stop!" Flaco's voice boomed through the car. I could hear the urgency, the panic like he was out of breath. "It's a setup, bro! Turn the fuck around!"

"What the fuck you talking about, Flac?" I barked back, gripping the wheel even tighter. "I ain't turning around. This nigga is dying tonight."

"It's a setup!" Flaco shouted again, his voice cracking with desperation. "Travis knows you're coming, man. This ain't a fight you wanna walk into alone."

"And how the fuck he know I'm coming?" I growled, slowing the car down just a little, my grip tighten on the steering wheel.

"Bruh, that nigga been watchin' yo ass all day!" Flaco's voice came through the phone loud and frantic. "Jasai been blowin' up your line, tryin' to warn you! Back the fuck up outta there, Blaze!"

I glanced at my phone on the dash, the screen lit up with missed calls, but my mind was set. My blood was boiling, and all I could think about was getting my hands on this nigga tonight. No more games. I pressed harder on the gas, the engine roaring beneath me.

"Nah," I muttered, my jaw clenched. "I'm done talkin'. I'm takin' this nigga out."

Flaco's panic was palpable through the line. "Bro, if you don't turn around right now, you walkin' straight into a trap! You ain't thinkin' straight. This exactly what that nigga wants! He's setting you up, man!"

His words echoed in my head, but the rage kept clouding my judgment. The thought of turning around felt like surrender, and that wasn't in me. I was too deep in this, too ready to finish what he started.