The Woods [Book One]

Twenty Five

I smirked as me and Johnny watched Jenny through the glass window of her apartment. It was about one O'clock in the morning and I finally decided  to pay this bitch a visit.

"You ready bro?" He asked stuffing his glock in the back of his black Trues.

"Yeah man." I sighed throwing my hood over my head and opening the door to my Escalade and getting out with Johnny following me.

I locked my truck and we ran across the street and the back of the apartment complex where the fire escape was.

"Nigga what the fuck." Johnny smacked his lips looking up at the fire escape.

This shit had to be at least twelve feet from the ground. I smacked my lips and looked around the back and seen a ladder. I quickly ran over to it while Johnny stood close by ready to jump on it and go through the window.

I set the ladder up against the wall and Johnny held it still while I climbed up it onto the fire escape and held it for him so he could do the same.

When we both were on the fire escape we waited by her window to see if she was in her room. The bitch hadn't even left out of the living room. So I took that as an opportunity to pop the screen out of the window sill and toss the screen down to the ground.

Johnny grabbed the screwdriver out of his pocket and stuck it under the window lifting up the window long enough of us to get in. When we got into her bedroom I took my hood off and drew my nine millimeter from my back and snatched the bedroom door open.

Johnny followed behind me as I walked to the living room where I was once familiar with and seen her sitting on the couch reading a book.

I cocked my gun and she looked up and bitch look like she'd seen a ghost.

"What are you doing here! Why are you in my house!" She asked raising her voice.

"Let me tell you something." I said stepping closely to her so the barrel of the gun was right between her eyes. "Don't you ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, come near my fucking girl or my child." I looked to my right and seen Johnny had raised his gun to the temple of her head.

By now tears spilled out of her eyes and she sobbed quietly while closing her eyes. Not one time did I feel sorrow for this bitch. Not one time.

She was pissing me off more and more with this crying shit though.

"Bitch stop fucking crying!" I screamed at her. "The fuck is you crying for?! You wasn't crying when you and yo lil friend was starting shit wit my girl!"

"I'm sorry." She cried holding her hands up.

"Bitch shut up!" I said raising my gun and hitting her right upside the head with it.

Johnny pulled his gun away.

She screamed when I hit her. I wrapped my fist around her blonde hair and sat her up looking at her, the girl I once loved. That conniving ass girl.

"My child could've died," I said shaking her. "If my child would've died, guess what?" I asked her.

When she didn't answer I smacked her so fucking hard she flew back into the couch holding the side of her face.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" I shouted making her flinch.

"What?" She cries holding her face.

"A bullet, with your name on it, would've been in that pretty little skull of yours." I said pushing her head back with the barrel of the gun.

Johnny chuckled and licked his lips.

"But imma let you live." I smirked and placed my gun back into my jeans. "You know why?" I asked looking down at her.

When she didn't answer I gripped her hair and yanked her up throwing her against the wall. My hand instantly wrapped around her throat and she gasped and clawed at my hand.

"Bitch do you wanna know why!" I said looking at her.

"Why?" She struggled to ask.

"Because you ain't worth it." I said letting her go and letting her fall the ground gasping for air.

"Let's get the fuck up outta here." I said turning around to see Johnny.

As we both walked out of the apartment I turned around quickly and looked at her through the door that I left open.

"And clean up this dirty ass house! The fuck wrong witchu." I yelled jogging back down the stairs and across the street to my Escalade.

I hit the locks and me and Johnny climbed in and I started the truck and pulled away from the curb.

"Looks like Looney Toon was making a come back." Johnny laughed as he sat back in the seat.

Looney toon was a name that I was way too familiar with. It was my nickname when I first started out in the game and some still called me that, and some didn't. When my pops died I became angry and mean and that's where it came from because I was mean but I was funny.

As I got older and I stacked my money up I became less angry. But shit, don't get it fucked up.  I still got my scrap on.

I damn sure didn't want Looney Toon ass coming out of the closet to my son or to my girl because Toni wouldn't know what to do when that shit happen so. My lil friend got locked in the closet and only came out for one reason and one reason only.

"So you ready? Three more weeks and you gon be a daddy." Johnny said on his phone.

I sighed and shook my head.

Being a father was never a thought in my head. I was always worried about money. And never thought about settling down, so when I did it hit me. My son would be here in three weeks and it would be here soon and I was still slanging rocks and peeling niggas caps back.

I didn't want my son growing up around that.

I don't want my girl worrying about me all hours of the night.

I was gon get out of the game.