BLOOD BABY

Chapter 7

Im standing here trying to make some sense of what the fuck is going on. This nigga Haitian Jack want me  to meet him at Silverado Ranch. This nigga Jalil saying he want him to meet at Silverado Ranch too. But the thing that stood out to me was the fact that he want me to tag along. Blood this shit ain't adding up.

I reached for my nine millimeter pistol I had tucked in my waist band. I had no choice but to draw down on my homie.

Blood you tryna play me?? I can't let you do that B.

I was so serious. It hurted worse because me and Jalil went to elementary school together. I taught him how to holla at bitches. He taught me how to bust my gun. I mean we was thick as theives and tight as knots.

I pointed the gun at his head, blood you the enemy right now. You already know how it go. Now tell me what the fuck is going on.

ReeBee didn't budge. In fact her jaw was 2 seconds from the floor. Then as if she had some type of epiphany she jumped between Jalil and my pistol.

Please Thomas. I'm willing to take one for my nigga. We done been through hell. You know what I'm about. Stop tripping Thomas. Haitian Jack got you like this. This ain't you.

Nahhh. Nahhh b. You shut the fuck up bitch. Get over there too.

I waved my pistol motioning for her to join Jalil.

Up until this point Jalil was speechless.

Look blood. On some real shit, this ain't you. I told you Janelle.... He got Janelle b. I called her. Jack answered the phone. He on some bring me you type of shit. Blood I got some paperwork on him. He want that too. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel any type of way other than, I'm finna ride with my nigga.

Jalil was serious.

I just stared at him in his eyes. He finally told me what I was looking for.

SO YOU WAS GONE DOUBLE CROSS ME NIGGA?? HUH??

I cocked my shit. I got murder on my mind. I start thinking about all type of shit, I was losing it. He got my wife. That's all I care about and if I gotta take him Jalil, then so be it.

Nahh, blood it ain't like.... Jalil began to say.

[dirty soda in a
styrofoam, spend a day to get my mind blown. Just enough to go to NASA. 200 miles on the dash] ... My phone started goin off.

It was Haitian Jack.

I kept the pistol trained on Jalil and ReeBee. I answered the call and I put it on speaker because I needed to pay attention.

The fuck you want blood?? I felt in my heart that this situation was all fucked up.

I see you putting on a show b. Why you think you could play me? Huh??  Why do I know that you are at Jalils old place.?? Huh?? Nigga this bitch Keisha good as dead.

BOOM!! BOOM!!

The line went dead.

I dropped my phone. I dropped my pistol. I dropped to my knees. Blood just killed my wife.

ReeBee rushed and grabbed the pistol, while Jalil came to my side.

Blood.... Blood.... Jalil was trying to get my attention, but I was too shook up.

Blood get up. Jalil helped me to my feet. All he could say was damn dog.

ReeBee what's the fuck blood??

I saw ReeBee pointing my pistol at me.