Divine's Time

43. pressure

Divine

My breathing got heavier the more I examined the letter ''D'' written on the bullet that was left outside my apartment door.

This was obviously a threat to my life.

As I sat on Tron's barstool in his kitchen he was pacing back and forth heated at the warning and wondering who it came from.

I was just as lost as he was. Nobody made no problem with me known. For the most part, I'm an unproblematic person I don't beef with people and anytime I did have a problem it never went too far before P deaded it.

Since, his passing I have been out of the way making money and minding my business. For somebody to threaten to take my life at my doorstep not only confused me but pissed me the fuck off.

Tron held his pistol as he paced his living room, "You have no idea who could've done this?" Tron asked again for the tenth time.

"No, bro." I told him looking at him grip his pistol. "Please sit down and put that shit up." I told him before dragging my hand down my face.

"It got to be some hating ass nigga out of town. Or somebody, P was probably beefing with." Tron said placing the gun on the island and sitting next to me.

I nodded, agreeing. "That's the only thing that will make sense, but who?" My mind went back to all the niggas I know that was after P. I didn't know too many, P kept me out of his business when it came to the streets for the most part.

"I dont know it could be anybody." Tron replied, "But we need to find the fuck out before it's too late."

"Man, what the hell that Miracle chick had to tell you?" Tron asked stoking his mustache.

"Miracle?" I scrunched my face up. "She ain't got shit to do with nothing." I waived off his idea.

"Bro, we need to get as much information as we can. Whatever she needed to say to you seemed important." He told me. "We need to know for sure."

I sighed, I didn't feel like talking to this girl but I understood his point. Somebody threatened my life, I won't take that shit lightly so I needed all the clues I could get to confront whoever this is.

"Call, O. Get her number from his girl," I told Tron pulling out a ziplock bag full of weed. I needed to calm my nerves.

"What's up," Omar answered on speaker. Tron put the phone on the island and I waited for him to answer as I rolled up.

"Some shit went down, O. Your girl around?" Tron asked.

"What went down? And what my girl got to do with it?" I rolled my eyes at his response.

"I need her friend Miracle's phone number. Tell her to text it to me."

Omar smacked his teeth, "Man, hell nah. I don't want my girl involved in no bullshit."

I smacked my teeth and began to say something getting fed up with his hesitance. But Tron beat me to it, "Nigga, this ain't the time for you to be pussy. Give me the bitch number." Tron snapped.

There was silence on the other end, "What happened?" Omar asked again more firmly this time.

"A nigga wrote D's name on a bullet and broke in his spot. Sending some kind of message." Tron explained, "Miracle had some shit to tell him yesterday and we trying to find out what it was. Now, tell your girl to give us the fuckin' number." Tron ordered him like a fed-up father.

Omar blew out air in the mic. "I got you," Omar said simply before hanging up. In the next five minutes, Tron's phone dinged with a message with the number. I took no time dialing it and put my phone on speaker.