Reckless

Murda 101

This was the second time.... the second time in under a year that my little brother was almost..... I shook my head, he was going to make it, I truly believed that... but when he found out about Bazil..... I'd deal with that when the moment came, right now I needed to focus on who would be stupid enough to attack MY little brother. There was a list in my head; I knew Nolan had some business with J'Wayne and Nolan was gathering information on him but my gut.... My gut was telling me this wasn't J'Wayne, it was too sloppy, amateurish... it was almost like... like the person who did this had never shot a gun before in their life and yet somehow managed to kill Bazil and almost kill Nolan. If J'Wayne was responsible it would've been much cleaner and Nolan wouldn't be.... Then there was the fact that Nolan was a lil hoe... my little brother picked up some of my worst traits and Nolan wasn't afraid to break up a happy home in pursuit of getting his nut... maybe he fucked with the wrong niggas dude.... Nah, I quickly wiped that thought from my head because I know for a fact aside from J'Wayne, Nolan has been focused on Bazil and no one else because if he did, he would've told me.... Which brings me to my last theory and this was the one I was dreading the most... Nolan was in this situation because of me and I...... Before I could finish my thought the smell of coffee invaded my nose, I looked up and Frenchie was standing there holding a large cup from Starbucks looking dead on his feet.

"Here... since I know there's no way in hell you're leaving. Even if you're a little musty and your breath is a little tart... Trying to get you to go home is pointless." Frenchie said smiling.

"I'm glad you can joke at a time like this...." I said taking the coffee and taking a sip.

"Ayy if I'm not joking then I'll be out looking for the person responsible and in my eyes everyone is a suspect... so it's better for everyone if I stay here and lift your spirit as opposed to me rampaging through the city." Frenchie said and I ALMOST smiled. "I'm actually surprised you're not....."

"I want to be, but I'm not leaving until I hear my brother's voice.... Then....." I said and Frenchie already knew without me having to finish.

"It might be a while Micah... you gotta take care of yourself. If you wanna watch him in shifts we can do that but you spending every second up here is only going to drive you crazy... Have you talked to your mom?" Frenchie asked and I nodded. "What about your pops?" He asked and I felt a flicker of irritation.

"Last time Nolan was here... me and my dad got into it, if he comes up here this time I might just.... Anyways, he made it perfectly clear that he doesn't fuck with either one of us... Look can we talk about something else?" I snapped and for a second Frenchie looked like he was going to snap back but instead, he took a deep breath and sat down next to me.

"So what do you wanna talk about? We can discuss wedding plans... or you can tell me where you went with Legend and them... that seems like an interesting story." Frenchie said and while I made it a point to be honest with Frenchie, I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell him what happened in Louisana... at least not yet, besides that was Rú's story to tell, though there was ONE thing that we needed to discuss a little later.

"We might have to take a raincheck on that..." I said staring at the two men who were walking towards us. "Are y'all the only two homicide detectives in the city?" I asked staring at Cullen and avoiding Romero... because the last thing I needed was memories of that demon.

"Of course not, but considering what happened last night... we're stretched thin." Cullen said smirking. "But we just wanted to come and question Nolan about what happened.... or add him to the long list of bodies from last night." Cullen said trying his hardest not to smile and if Frenchie hadn't grabbed me I probably would've killed him.

"Lane, why don't you go talk to the doctors and get an update while I speak with Mr. Montgomery." Detective Romero said and with one look, Frenchie understood and followed Cullen. "I can't stand that muthafucker...." Romero said quietly.