Loving A Gangsta

Chapter 23 (Thursday)

Korrine's POV

Denzel Washington is one of me and Marlon's favorite actors. For the last three hours we've been watching movies he's starred in starting at Ricochet, and now we're on Training day.

Suddenly the fronts opens and slams close. Mike comes storming into the living room with a worried expression on his face. "Ren, where the hell is yo' phone? I've been calling you nonstop!" he yells.

"It's in my room on the charger," I say. "Why are you yelling?"

"Where is momma and Angel?" he asks, ignoring my questioning and heading to his room.

I get up and walk towards the hallway just as he comes rushing back down with his hands full. I can't quite make out what he's carrying until he lays them out on the table. There are two guns, two knives, and stack of bullets. My heart instantly drops. I don't know what he's gotten himself into that he needs these guns right now, but I still haven't erased the memory of the guns being pointed at my head yesterday. Guns are the last thing I want to see.

"Momma is working a graveyard shift and Angel is at Messiah's house. What are you doing with these guns, Michael?" I ask, fearing the answer.

He doesn't say anything, but he starts loading both of the guns quickly. When he finishes, he puts one in the waistband of his jeans and tries to hand me the other one, but I refuse. "Grab the gun, Ren!" he urges. "You gonna need it in case they try to do something to you after they take you."

"What are-"

"Grab it!" he shouts.

I do as he said because I don't want him shouting at me again. I stand here staring at him intently, waiting for some kind of explanation or comforting words, but instead, he leaves me in the kitchen and runs back to his room. I set the gun down on the table, cringing once I realize my fingerprints are now on it. "Marlon, he's crazy! He's fucking out of his mind if he thinks I'm getting that gun!" I yell.

"Just calm down, Ren. Can you calm down for me?" he asks, running up to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. Mike comes back with box filled with more knives, brass knuckles, more bullets, and other types of weapons whose names I don't even know. I knew he had a few guns and drugs here and there, but when did he get the rest of this dangerous shit? I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack as my palms gets sweatier and my head gets heavier.

"Michael, who are they, and what do you mean they're coming to get me?" I ask. I'm still getting no responses out of him. "Answer me damn it!"

He stops what he's doing and looks up at me, letting out a sigh. "They coming to get you, Ren, and you don't need to know who they are, but just know you gonna be okay. Just in case though, take this gun and strap it to the side of your stomach. After you do that, put a hoodie on. We don't have time for this flipping out shit, so you need to cooperate with me," he explains, staring directly into my eyes before turning to Marlon. "You got to go, man." He walks back over to the table, grabs a pocketknife, and throws it to me. Thinking quickly, I catch it before it falls to the ground.

"Man, what the fuck is going on? I think you tripping, Mike!" Marlon yells.

"Like I said, we ain't got time for all this panicking. Something has to be done, and for it to happen, they need to take my sister. Do you see a smile on my face? No, 'cause I ain't happy about it either, but I got to go through with it. Now you got to go or they'll take you too, and that'll fuck up the whole plan."

Marlon shakes his head as he walks up to me and kisses my forehead before leaving out the front door. Now it's just me and Mike, and he looks like he's losing his mind because he keeps running back and forth from his room to the kitchen. I know he can have a short temper and can be very controlling, but I'm disappointed that Marlon left so easily. There's no telling what's about to happen.