Don't Judge the Thug

My Instincts

I went to my apartment in Brooklyn first cuz I thought I was being followed. I went in my apartment strapping up with more bullets and making sure my bullet proof vest was secured.

My business phone rang and I see Ju come up. "Yo."

"That dude Aunt Lisa messing with got personal connections with them in Cali," he said. "Dez just did research on Facebook and they took pictures together."

I knew there was something up with that dude. And my moms did tell me he just moved out here so maybe him coming was a set up. My moms ain't Bouta get caught up in my shit.

"Y'all sure it's him?" I ask growing angry. I don't mix business and personal so for them to try to get to me through my moms got me gone.

"Yeah, I met the nigga in person. I know what he look like," her says.

"Copy, I got this."

"You sure?" He shot back.

"Yeah man," I said hanging up.

I made sure I had two guns on me now and that it didn't look like it. I know my moms ain't like stuff like that around her but I know this nigga is in her house. Not to make things obvious I called baby Jay.

"Waddup Bro."

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In my room, why?" She asked.

"Oh, I thought you would be at practice. But Mommy home?" I lie then change the subject fast.

"Yeah with that dude in her room."

"Aight cool, ima pick you up later to chill with me and Tresey," I say grabbing my things and checking the cameras in the apartment. The cameras was installed outside in front the building, the lobby, my floor, elevator, and near my car where I always park it. I could see everything I needed to.

"Alright , ima start getting my clothes together to get ready."

"Okay cool," I said then hung up. I made sure my vest was secured and then checked my cameras again.

I walked out my building casually then got on the road. As soon as I get on the highway I notice these two cars following me closely. I didn't make no sudden movements but I slowly made reach for my gun. My window was open so  I switched lanes and shot holes in both cars front tires. The car stopped colliding with the other car that was following me too. I couldn't help but laugh then got off the highway making a quick turn for my mothers house.

I got my key and calmly made my entrance. "Ma!"

"Wassup baby," she said running out the room. "Damn you made me think something happened."

"Nah everything cool, just wanted some food," I say. "You got leftovers?"

"Ofcourse Latrell. In the fridge," she says coming downstairs. I kiss her cheek and then go upstairs.

"Lemme wash my hands first ma," I say going in her room. I see that dude laying on her bed and he smiles.

"Wassup young blood." I nod then pull out my silencer shooting him in the shoulder. "Aaaahh shit!"

I hear my mother scurrying up the steps then Janaia running in with her yellow hand gun I gave her for her birthday last year. "Latrell what the hell is going on?!" My mother screamed.

"Baby Jay , go get towels. This nigga bleeding out on my moms luxury set," I say getting angry then shooting him again in his leg.

"Latrell!" My mother yelled with tears as baby Jay went to get the towel.

"Don't move," I say coming closer.

"I can't move you bitch," he spat.

I laughed. "What the hell is going on? Don't I tell your ass all the time not to bring that shit in my house Latrell? You hearing me Velmont?"

"Ma chill. This nigga is only talking to you to set me up," I say. "Ain't that right Mr. Cali snark?"

He was breathing heavily and puffing. "He what?!" my moms kept yelling.

Baby Jay came in with towels. "How many you got?" I asked calmly.

"Four."

I nod. "Back up." Baby Jay steps back and I shot him in the other shoulder then his other leg. He took those like a champ. "A towel per wound. Tie it tight, I don't want him dead yet."

Baby Jay tied it with no hesitation and he ain't flinch or nothing. "What the hell you want with me? I ain't one of the niggas you beef with. I'm simply the man who's gonna take care of your mother, I love this-"

I pointed the gun with hate in my blood. "I don't want you speaking until I ask you to."

"Latrell I don't like this stuff in my house and you know that," my mother said holding her head.

"Ma , go lay down. Don't worry about anything," I say calmly. If I yelled she would've hit me, no doubt.

"Lisa you do believe me right?"

I look at this dude tired of shooting his ass. "My son never brought false information to my house. This is guy number three whose been out for my son through me. This life makes me sick but what hurts me the most is falling for someone who's paid to set me up. Kill him." My mother sounded cold as hell and that had me taken back. I watched her walk out the room and then wiped my face.

"Baby Jay go with her," I say.

She nodded and punched ol' dude in the face hard. I had to give her props she hit him good. That's my little sister Forreal.

"Don't kill me , I have a family. Two daughters and a son. I did it for the extra money," he now begged. I hated niggas who begged. Usually I ain't feel nothing but when he said daughters that caught my attention. Ignoring it I shot him twice in the forehead. But this kill felt different. I couldn't look him in the eyes. But I ain't wanna hear the rest of his story.

I picked up my phone dialing Ju. "Everything straight?"

"Yeah call Zeek and Eli. I need niggas to clean this up and a brand new Mahogany bed set," I say over the phone.

"At aunt Lisa crib right?"

"Yeah, I'm about to dip though."

"Aight so ima come with them. I don't want niggas wandering around the house with baby Jay there," he said.

"I'm taking them with me."

"Aight copy. You know how these niggas work, be out in twenty minutes."

I nod. "Aight. Lata Ju."

I hang up and then look at my clothes seeing no trace of blood. I look over this dude one more time and to make sure he's dead I check his pulse on his wrist. No pulse.

I think about my father. If he was in this position before he was locked up and was murdered like that. If he plead family or even made mention of us or my mother I would've wanted him dead. He should've known that he had a family before the things he did not when he was about to die. That's why I wasn't mad when he got locked up. He knew the risks. But so do I and now I have a family. Shit , I don't like thinking about things like this. I always had a family but why the hell is this weighing on my mind like this? I killed niggas plenty of times before now.

Shit .