Ricky II: Ramirez Blood

Chapter 2: Save Me (Simon's POV)

"We we're so close to finding out." I've been saying this over and over in my head for the past 4 days. This could mean one of two things. One: A lot of people hate Ricky and want him gone. Two: Somebody doesn't want him to know who killed his father. Whatever reason it is is meaningless to me. They're still dying regardless. It's my duty now because I feel like this is all my fault. I was supposed to protect Ricky. I'm the muscle for a reason. Ricky deserves more than just me. I feel bad for Ricky. In a hospital for 4 days and only one person came to see him.... Me.

Ricky seemed soo peaceful yet soo full of rage laying in the hospital bed. I know he would stop at nothing to find out who ruined his family and ruin theirs. This room is soo quiet that it's bothering me. The only noise was the machine that was helping Ricky breathe. I'm not used to stuff like this.

Knock. Knock. "Who the fuck could that be?" I grabbed my cocked and loaded pistol from my over-night bag and slowly proceeded to the door. I snatched it open and almost pulled the trigger. "Ahhh! Please don't shoot!" The woman screamed and threw her hands up in surrender. It was Amber Reeves. Ricky and I met her before Ricky got shot. "Wait! How the fuck does she know about Ricky being here?" I lowered my gun but still kept a mug on my face. I let her come into Ricky's room but I still held on to my gun. I don't know this bitch, so I don't trust this bitch. "Yo, shorty? How the fuck you know my brother was here?" I asked her sternly. "I heard some females that wanna fuck with Ricky talk about what happened to him. So I checked every hospital in Wisconsin to see where he was. I would've came sooner but I had a really hard time finding this hospital." She answered "It's cool, ma." "So how is he doing?" "Doc said he's in a coma. The bullet didn't hit some part of his brain so he should live. But they've done all they can. The rest is up to him now." I trailed off. I still feel like this is my fault. She walked over to him, held his hand, and brushed his curls back with the other. "I'll leave ya'll alone. I need to go smoke." I walked out before giving her a chance to say okay.

I sat on the staircase watching people leave the hospital. I hated every second of it because Ricky wasn't one of those people who was leaving. I pulled out my pack of Newports and put one of the cancer-sticks between my lips, lit it, and took a long pull from it. I blew out the smoke feeling like my soul went with the smoke. Suddenly, Amber appeared in the door. She seemed excited about something as she motioned for me to follow her. I threw the cigarette and reentered the building. She ran to Ricky's room and busted in the door with me struggling to run behind her. "LOOK!" She pointed to Ricky with a smile. "What's up, fool?" Ricky said with a grin. "I don't fucking believe my ears. Is this nigga really talking to me?" I shot a grin back at him and went over to hug him. We embraced for a quick second and his face went back to its normal mug. "When did you wake up?" I asked him. "I don't know nigga! All I know is that Amber was in here talking to me. She was crying and begging me to wake up. Then I woke up." Ricky answered. "That's cute." I said giggling. "Fuck you, nigga. Puppies are cute! I'm not fuckin' cute!" He said with an evil glare. "No. It was cute. It was kind of romantic. It was almost like we we're meant to be.... Lookin' ass!" she said. We all laughed in unison. The laughter ceased. "Simon, it's time to fuck Milwaukee up." He said with a cold expression. I nodded agreeing with him. These people do not know who they've fucked with. The giant has woken back up and he's about to crush everybody.

Since Ricky can't leave the hospital for another 2 weeks, he wanted me to continue to sell our product and find out who killed his father and who tried to kill him. Amber promised that she would go check on Ricky at the hospital for me so I gave her my number to call me if any problem arises. It's still hard to wrap my head around the fact that I almost lost Ricky... My brother. But it's all good. Them fuck niggas can't hide forever.

I searched inside the trap house that me and Ricky sold our product out of to see if the FEDs raided us while investigating the shooting that almost cost Ricky his life. Everything seemed untouched but I still couldn't relax. I went to the safe located in the upstairs bedroom floor under the raggedy mattress. I put in the combination and saw two kilos of pure uncut cocaine, three kilos of Distance, $50,000, and two 9-millimeter handguns.I knew that was all that was left of our product but I never informed Ricky. I wanted Ricky to focus on finding out who killed his father and I would focus on supplying the funds to do so. Ricky is good at getting the product out there and getting more of the product more quickly than I can, but Ricky never believed that I could. Now's my chance to prove myself.

I hopped on the phone with our plug, Champ, to see if I could re-up. "Simon?" Champ answered. "Wassup, Champ. I need to come see you right quick." I said quickly. "Is Ricky coming?" he asked. "No. But I'll explain it to you later." "Okay come on." Then he hung up. "Okay, Simon. Get your shit together". On my phone, I booked a flight that would arrive in the next hour. I grabbed the money from the safe, packed a small suitcase, and headed out the door. Next stop, Mexico. 

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