Ricky II: Ramirez Blood

Chapter 11: Frustration (Simon's POV)

Amere and I arrived back at my place in 10 minutes flat. We needed to prepare for this fire that we have to start in order to put out. This shit is gonna be an all-out war and I need our side to emerge victorious.

Amere has been acting really strange when he's around me. Maybe he thinks that I don't remember him taking care of me when I was younger or the frequent visits that he made to my mother to deliver her the cocaine she was soo thirsty for. Guilt I suppose? That's probably it but I don't care. I learned that you can't have feelings in the drug game. You sell to wherever is buying whether its family members, friends, family members of friends, or friends of family members. So, I'm not really mad at him. I'm just a little salty that he sold to my mother.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you, Simon." Amere said as we sat on opposite couches. "I already know everything, Amere. It's not your fault. You we're just taking Champ's orders." I stopped him. He looked down and sighed. "I always felt guilty about it. Every time I took trips to Lisa's house, my conscious ate away at me. You are like a little brother to me, Simon. That's why I always took care of you; not because of guilt. You and Ricky are my little brothers, but you're closer to me. I've known you since you we're 6 and I protected you as if you we're my true blood since the day I met you. But you always shut me out." Amere confessed. "I was just mad because you sold to my mother. I was a child. I knew what you we're doing was extremely wrong, bro. And I knew it would destroy her. But I'm older and now I know that it wasn't personal. You had no choice. Champ would've killed you!" I understood now why he did what he did and truth be told, I'm not mad. I would've done the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot. "You are my brother, Amere. And I know you've done a lot for me. I'm forever grateful. You are the big brother I always had. Thank you, bro!" I put my fist out to give him dap. "No problem, bro." He gave me a crooked smile and gave me dap.

"Now, we have to figure out how we're going to save our little sister... I mean brother." I cracked a joke. "Dead. You bogus." Amere snickered. There was a brief pause as we thought about what we should do to save Ricky. "Should we just bust in there and empty the whole clip in her as and deal with his attitude later?" I asked. "No. We need her alive to collect info. What good is she if she's dead, bro?" Amere replied. He makes a good point. "Then, what the fuck do we do?" "I got an idea, yo. I can get a hold of Ricky and distract him, while you get info out of Amber and we hire Vegas again to get her ass." Amere stated. "RIGHT! And I know exactly how to do it! I'm gonna pull a Rich on her and dickmatize her goofy ass." "If you think that'll work, then go for it. But what do we do about Vegas? How much does he cost?" Amere asked. "He usually charges $25,000 per head, but since we're all family, he charges us $5,000, and I can pay for that. I got more than enough in the safe." I ran over to the front door, removed the welcome mat and the two loose floorboards, and unlocked my safe. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shouted. "All my shit is gone!" "What's wrong, nigga?!" Amere rushed over to me. "ALL OF MY SHIT IS GONE! I HAD $50,000, A 9MM AND 13 FUCKING KEYS!" "Who could've did this shit?!" Amere put his hands on his head and rubbed his temples like he was stressed. At first I suspected Amere of doing it, but he doesn't even know the combo to my safe, let alone the padlock on my house. "RICKY! IM GONNA KILL THAT BITCH!" "RELAX! Relax! I got this." Amere made me sit down. He pulled his Space Gray iPhone 6s out of his pocket and dialed Champ's number. "Pops, we got a situation that only you can help us with. I'll fill you in..."

I listened to Amere run down everything that's happened since he arrived here. After he finished telling Champ all the series of unfortunate events, I heard Champ respond. "How much do you need?"

I did not plan on making any more trips to Mexico but I have to. I need to replace the money that Ricky stole so I can hire Vegas. I could've just asked Chico to do it, but this is something that I, as a man, need to do. I booked a flight for this Friday, which is 4 days from now. Every other flight was booked so I had no choice.