TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

TWENTY-SIX

SAS pulled up in Stevie's driveway. It was pushing 3:00 a.m., but he was used to the late nights. They came along with the job. When SAS got to the front door, it was slightly cracked.

He walked into the dark house and saw Stevie in the living room playing Madden with a fifth of Hennessy next to him and a blunt in his mouth.

Stevie was cleaned up. He was freshly shaven, and had clean clothes on. He had gotten himself together in the matter of hours.

"What's up, blood?" he asked motioning for SAS to sit down.

"Shit, what's up though? You need me to cook some shit up, count some money, push some shit? What?"

"Naw, I haven't seen you in a minute. I was just tryna catch up with you."

"Well, I haven't been doing shit, blood, but, B, we could've did all this in the morning or something."

"I feel it, but I gotta get this out now," he said passing the blunt to SAS, "I work hard SAS. I've been putting in work for Da Razkalz Cru since I was 15, so there's no reason why I got passed over and Scrapp got what is rightfully mine."

SAS didn't understand where the conversation was going, but he sat back and listened.

"Scrapp is my brother, and he turned his back on me. It didn't have to be like this. He made it like this, SAS. From the moment I met him, he always took what was mine. I can't let him win again."

"Man, ya'll need to just gon' head and squash all this. No female is worth losing a brother over, B. This shit is bad for business."

"It's more than that, SAS. Scrapp has gotta die," he said nonchalantly, "He has to pay for what he did to me, and you're gonna help me do it."

"I'm gonna help you do what?" SAS asked not believing what he just heard.

"You are Scrapp's right-hand now. You're the only nigga that can get close to him. He's in the way, SAS. You may not see it now, but you will. He's starting to get in between me and Tommie, but more importantly me and my money."

Stevie was so jealous of Scrapp that it didn't matter that they had grown up together. He let the game change him, and now he was blind to everything.

Scrapp was throwing SAS a huge 18th birthday party in a couple of weeks. He refused to let his nigga's shit get shot up or shut down, and he wanted to be a role model for SAS, so he was going to make sure that every one left their guns at the door, and security was going to be extra tight. A nigga wouldn't even be able to sneak in with a toothpick.

"Since nobody is gonna have a banger on them, this is gonna be the perfect time to catch Scrapp slipping."

SAS couldn't believe Stevie had even thought of some shit like this. Scrapp had been nothing but good to him. Stevie was the one who fucked him over.

SAS's jaws locked and his teeth clenched, but he continued to listen to his plan to murder their brother.

"Since it's your function, you are gonna know the ends and outs of the building, so I need you to leave the back doors unlocked. I'ma be in attendance like everyone else, but by the end of the party, when everyone is perking, some of my niggas are gonna slip through the back door unnoticed and light that bitch up. I don't want you to trip, my main goal is Scrapp. After the job is done, my niggas will leave the same way they came in. Everything should be clean hopefully. After Scrapp dies, Da Razkalz Cru will naturally go to me like it should have in the first place, and I want you to be second-in-command. Between Ace and soon Scrapp, you've proven yourself to me, SAS."

SAS sat in confusion. Stevie sensed his hesitation.

"Okay, I see you're having a hard time with this, SAS. That's understandable. Let me put it to you like this. If you're not with me, you're against me, and you can get it too, little nigga, but, hey, I don't want it to even come to that. Plus, there's a hundred racks on the table. That should be incentive enough, right?"

After leaving Stevie's house, SAS sat in his car. He couldn't believe Stevie asked him to do some shit like that. He loved Scrapp. He looked at him like his big brother.

There was no way it was about to go down like that, but SAS didn't know how to handle the situation. He wasn't a snitch, but Scrapp's life was in jeopardy. He was stuck in the middle.

He didn't want to run to Scrapp; he was a man, and he needed to handle it. This was his chance to prove himself to Scrapp, but no matter what was about to happen, SAS was ready to let a nigga feel some heat.

$$$$$

Tommie looked around her apartment staring at Stevie's stuff. It had been two weeks since their fall out. His clothes and shoes sat neatly in their place in the closet. She contemplated packing up everything, but she knew she had to work it out with Stevie in order to save Scrapp.

The sound of her phone ringing snapped her back from her thoughts.

"Hey, Stevie," she said looking at her caller ID.

"Hey, Stevie? That's all I get?" he asked in confusion.

"I talked to you yesterday."

"We're supposed to talk every day, Tommie. That's what people in relationships do."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, so when are you gonna let me come home?"

"I'm not ready yet."

"Well, can you come over here for a little while?"

"I'll think about it, Stevie," Tommie said hanging up.

Stevie was changing, and Tommie didn't like who he was becoming. Honestly, she was scared for him to come back.

Damn Stevie you tripping 😩 SAS who's side you on. 👀 Tommie regretting fucking with Stevie? Tell me what y'all think. 🤔