Divine's Time

44. weary

Divine

I shut the door to my car, tucking my gun in the waistband of my shorts. I jogged up the steps to Tron's apartment and knocked.

"Nigga!" Tron hollered as soon as he saw me standing outside his door. I rubbed my hand over my du-ragged-covered head.

"I know, I know," I said, walking into his apartment. "Time ain't been feeling well for weeks. Plus, I had to be there for her and this appointment. I couldn't miss it."

"My nigga. There is a nigga around here coming for your head and you talking about some damn appointment."

I frowned, stopping in my tracks. "Nigga, those my kids. What you mean?" 

Tron shook his head, "Man, I'm just saying. You ain't tell me you was gone be gone for a month nigga."

"You heard anything?" I dropped the subject. 

"The nigga name Maino, Broward County nigga." Ton said, slouching on his sofa. I sat across from him in a loveseat and nodded. 

"How you find this out?" I asked.

"Asking around. Ain't no way I was gone let a nigga come after you blind." He let out a sigh, "Found out what blocks he run, where he posted up at.. And I went by yo' apartment."

"And?" I asked, eager to hear more. I left some stuff in that apartment. But no money, guns, or work was there so I wasn't tripping. Just the majority of my clothes, furniture, and some easily replaceable jewelry. 

"Nigga went back in yo' shit. Had to." He explained. His dreads were in his face, so he roughly moved them before he continued speaking. "Ransacked yo' shit this time. Probably frustrated he couldn't find you."

"What about Miracle?" I asked. I know I told Miracle Time lived in Atlanta when we were at the BBQ spot that one time. Harmless, obviously I just was worried her motor mouth ass told him some information bout where my family was.

"Honestly, Omar girl, Akira said  Miracle moved to Houston." I frowned, 

"The fuck made her move to Houston?" I asked.

"Who fuckin' knows? She probably ain't want to be involved in whatever she thinks her brother about to do."

I nodded, understanding that point. "So what's the plan?"

"The plan is to go to Broward and hit that nigga spot up. I know what block he be on, and we should get Emilio and them to come to handle this shit with us. That Maino nigga or none of them niggas he roll with never gone fuck with us again, I bet you."

I shook my head quickly, "Hell nah." I said. I didn't want Emilio involved any more than he already was. The way this nigga had me tied up by the neck already, I didn't want him doing me any more favors.

Besides that, he did my dirty work once before. This shit was mine to handle.

"D. Think straight, my nigga. We don't know who is all rolling with this Maino nigga. We got the king of fuckin' Miami on our team. Why not use it?" Tron asked, "You make one call and them Cubans gone light his shit up and dead this whole shit." Tron talked with his hands and had a look of passion on his face.

 "Okay, then what?" I snapped. "Think about how indebted we gon' be if we let them handle this for us. I don't want them involved, Emilio already got my ass tied up in this game with no way of getting out, simply because he gave me some work. Who knows what else he gone feel obligated to if I let him handle this shit for me." I explained. "Them Cubans can't be trusted, bro." I pointed my finger at him.

Tron groaned and tightened his fist. "D. You sound fuckin' stupid, I can't cap."

I sucked my teeth and waived him off, "You don't know them like I do, Tron." I told him. "He had a gun pointed to my head and let me know he owned me... I won't give him another reason to feel like that, Tron." I said to him seriously.