Lil shorty wanted to know a lot of shit and she wanted to know fast. Something in me was telling me not to tell her anything and fabricate the shit. But at the end of the day, it wasn't shit that I told her that could be traced back to me. Yes I had got my hands dirty on more than one occasion but I also cleaned them off once I was done. Too many people were on my payroll at this point for me to even get questioned about anything.
"So boom..." I started to explain shit to her starting from when I was 14, she listened so attentively. Nobody ever really listened to me how she listened to me.
"I had just turned 14 and my homie Von, who still my nigga Was Already 14. You know my pops already called himself being in the game at this point and wanted to show us some shit. He was only selling coke and heroin though so he wasn't making half the money that me and Von making now. Back then my OG was working her ass off because she couldn't depend on my pops for shit and neither could I. He found another bitch, and decided to start a family with her. I never really knew why he showed me and Von the shit that he did but at this point ain't no way for me to find out." I let out a silent laugh while shaking my head. I went on to explain, "So yeah, my pops let me and Von move some weight for him and shit was all good for a minute. Up until my dad started tripping about shit and accusing me and Von of stealing shit from him. He basically was about to kill us because he thought we was stealing some drugs and money from him. It took everything in us to try and convince this man that it wasn't us. He only let us live because we told him we would find out who was actually taking his shit."
"You good?" I had to ask because I was just talking and not allowing her to ask questions, which I didn't want her to.
"Yeah, keep going"
"Ite so, it took us a minute to find out who it was and it was none other than his stupid ass girl. She had been stealing shit from right in front of him. He accused us of trying to put the blame on her to take heat off our back, but that was the truth. He had us locked in some stupid ass warehouse for I don't even know how long being tortured by some old ass niggas. That's really why I got all these tattoos to cover up those scars so I won't be reminded of that shit. So fast forward a year later, me and Von was really on the come up. Both of us had saved us a decent amount of money but we wanted and needed more. We started our own operation while at the same time my pops shit was falling at his feet. We did try to tell him that it was the bitch he was with stealing from him but he didn't believe it until he became addicted too. One day me and Von was talking and he was saying some shit about how this was fucking karma. I didn't know what he meant until he said that my pops was the one that killed his mom. Hatred filled my heart. I loved that lady like she was my own mother and I was her own son. I was really hurt when she passed."
"You tired of me talking Yet?"
"No" she said with a half smile.
"Anyways, he showed up to where me and my moms was staying at begging my moms to take him back, of course she said no. She hated this nigga and I secretly think she hated him for showing me the game too. Niggas stop trusting my dad for the simple fact that he was on drugs. All the people that respected him no longer gave a fuck about him. This made it a little bit easier for me and Von to silently take over. My pops tried to do everything to stop us from reaching the top. Even though he was on drugs he still was in his right mind. He had killed people, pretended that he was one of our workers and Talked To our connects and shit letting them know that we was on police shit. We basically almost lost our lives once again because of this nigga. I tried to find him, but it was like chasing a ghost. I gave up and didn't give a fuck anymore, all the shit that he had was doing had seized so I figured it was nothing to worry about. I had always thought about killing a couple of his family members but the only other person I knew of was his brother and he was locked up on death row. When I left you earlier, and was brought to my dad, I knew I had to kill him to officially end that shit."
"Wow"
I just sat there and waited for her to say something else. I wasn't Finna respond to that weak ass response when I just opened up about some shit to her.
"Thank you for sharing that with me Ezekiel. I know you probably feel like I'm nosey or some shit but it's not even like that. You was right when you said I wasn't use to a nigga like you"
"So what that mean, you wanna leave? Call it quits already?" I went from laying on my side, to sitting up.
"No, not at all. I just never messed with a boy with such a past and present like yours."
"Yeah, if you say so"
I looked at my phone screen and it was almost midnight.
"I think I'm Finna Go To Sleep lil shorty." I wasn't even tired but I didn't wanna talk no more.
"Umm Okay, goodnight."
I got under the blanket and then she followed. Our backs were towards one another and I didn't want her to think that I was neglecting her or something. I'd never actually slept in a bed with a girl, or even allowed a girl to spend the night with me.
I turned around so now I was starring at the back of her head, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She let out a long sigh. I moved her to lay on her back and she had no choice to look at me.
"Goodnight bae" and I kissed her lips. She turned back around onto her side and I'm sure I fell asleep before she did.
