Out of the Shadows

Chapter 17

Back in Chicago…….

I’m walking up to my sister’s crib to just check on her shit. I use my key to get in since I know she’s not here. The first thing I notice is the alarm didn’t beep, I told this damn girl about not setting her fucking alarm. That’s what that shit for. Walking deeper into the house I smell cologne, not real strong but I could still smell it. One of my other brothers must of came over here to check on her earlier. But then I realize snow hasn’t made a sound. I pull my gun from my waist and begin to walk room to room checking the house. I get to the kitchen and Snow, Niq’s all white wolf dog is laying in front of the door. I walk over to see she’s not hurt, just sleeping. There’s a dart in her hip. I continue thru the house and nobody’s here. Whoever it was is long gone. I hear Snow whining and head back to the kitchen. I kneel, and begin rubbing her letting her know she’s cool. Some stupid mafucka done broke into my sister’s shit. Whoever it is, they’re about to hurt. Nobody fucks with my family. I take my phone out to call my brothers. Quan is getting ready to fucking flip the fuck out. We all love each other but we have different connections to each other. Quan and Niq’s relationship is special. He’s gonna take this shit personal. Heads are about to fly about this shit. I’m happy my other brothers got out the game and my little brother went off to school.  One locked down and the other one got a family now. He let it all go when his partner in crime went away, married his woman and had him some kids. Damn that would be so sick, let me call these niggas.   
“Hello.” Prince answers the phone.
“Nigga get yo ass up bruh, somebody broke into Niq’s crib. They tranqed Snow and came in the crib. Don’t look like they took anything, that I can tell. But who the fuck would have the balls to do this shit?” I asked him.
“Get the fuck outta here, you still there?” He asked. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him.
“Jamir!!!”
“Jamir!!!”
“Nigga quit screaming in my fucking ear. I didn’t hear you. I zoned out for a minute. I gotta call Quan and tell him what the fuck is going on over here.” I told him.
“Alright I’m on my way, you call Quan. See you in 10.” He replied and we both hung up.
“Fuck you want?” Quan answered.
“Fuck you, nigga. But listen, we got a problem bruh. Somebody broke into Niq’s spot.” Before I could finish he yelled into the phone.
“Fuck you mean, somebody broke into her shit? Mir, I don’t got time for you and Prince’s stupid ass games today bruh. Get the fuck off my phone with this bull shit.” He laughed getting ready to hang up.
“Bruh no bullshit. They knocked Snow out with a tranq dart. I don’t think they took anything, they were just in her shit.” I tell him. I hear this nigga exhale letting me know he is trying to control his temper.
“They’re still in New York with Roc. We need to find out who the fuck this is Mir. Who’s brave enough to come for my family like that, somebody calling the reaper? Where the fuck is Prince? Is he with you?” He asked.
“He’s getting ready to pull up. You on your way? You know we all have to be here to watch the tapes.” I told him.
“Yeah, I’m in the car now. I’m about to call Roc and tell them what’s going on back here. We might need them to chill for a few more days. You know until we can find out who the fucks behind this shit. And he’s a whole another problem, that nigga’s gonna want blood too. We gotta handle this shit right. I don’t want a nigga to know we on to him. Keep this shit quiet, tell them niggas the same. But find out what the hell going on Mir. Somebody got our sister fucked up out here, and we need to know who.” His temper flares.
“Q you don’t think I know that, you don’t think I’m ready to kill somebody right now for this shit. Whoever this nigga is, he’s dead. And any nigga that’s cool with him is dead too. What the fuck is going on around this bitch? Some nigga is stalking my sister like I’m some type of fuck nigga. They must’ve forgot, we run these streets and killing niggas come with the job. But it’s cool they ain’t seen Mir in a while but bitches I’m back all about you fucking with my family. Mafuckas about to be scared to come outside around this bitch. Niggas better speak up or get fucked up.” I said feeling the darkness take over me. If niggas knew how crazy we really were, trust me they would be doing laundry or some other shit.
“You sharing this time bruh, because whoever this is on some personal shit. So, we getting personal. Let’s see what’s popping out here, time to make our presence known. I’m about 10 minutes away. I gotta make this call to Roc nigga.” And we hung up. I hear a car door shut and I see Prince walk up. He walks up taking his pistol off his waist. He slowly pushes the door open and calls my name.
“I’m in the living room nigga. I just got off the phone with Q and we out and about tonight my nigga.” I tell him as he walks into the room.
“Full force? What’s the plan, you know I’m always ready?” He smiles at me. This nigga’s always gotta be super cool. He’s on chill mode at all times. Even when he’s mad, you don’t know because he’s always this cool. But make no mistake this nigga deadly, because you never even know it’s him. Sneak attack.
“Tell them niggas to put their ears to the street and find out what’s going on out here. We need to know who’s after Niq and why. Did anyone go check the rest of the girl’s cribs?” I asked thinking maybe it’s not what we think, maybe it’s some Risqué shit.
“Yea, I had some nigga check they shit out when you first called me. They shit was untouched, nothing was out of place at any of their cribs. Stop thinking what you’re thinking. This shit is all about Niq, not Risqué or the girls. Somebody has a hard on for her and they don’t care about her people, her connects or her brothers. But I bet they don’t know about her and Roc. Cause if they did they would be in New York watching what’s going on with them.” He says laughing.
“What the fuck you talking about nigga?” I grill him.
“Well apparently, Roc was tired of waiting on her to decide she is ready for a relationship. That nigga went all cave man on her ass and now they a couple and shit. But they will be good for each other, he needs her to calm his ass down and she needs him to soften her up.” He told me. And I had to agree with him.
“Yeah it will, she forgets she’s a woman sometimes. But that’s our fault too. She’s only been around nigga’s, hell all of them for that matter. We brought them up tough, to take no shit from no one. She just ain’t fucked with a real nigga in a while, Roc will teach her some things about herself. Because he ain’t going for that bullshit she be on. Now we just wait, because you know they’re going to follow her. They’re all gonna have nigga’s in a minute. As long as they aint fuck nigga’s, on fuck shit with my riders we cool.”  I say pulling my blunt from behind my ear sparking it up.
“Well that’s happening sooner than we think.” This stupid nigga say laughing. I just give him a look. This nigga getting on my nerves speaking in riddles and shit.
“They all hooked up with one of Roc’s nigga’s, except Jade. You know she not going for that shit. All her people with all his people, she probably talking shit right about now.” He said reaching for the blunt laughing.
“Aye this shit about to be funny as shit. Just to see it, with them nigga’s. Not just nigga’s, but nigga’s we fuck with. Nigga’s that we know will get down and they know we will too. But I’m riding with my girls, they gonna have them nigga’s eating out the palm of their hands.” I tell him daring him to say otherwise.
“Naw nigga, this shit about to be crazy. Them nigga’s about to give them some act right.” He laughed.
“Wanna bet?” I asked smiling.
“What, you doubting these the right niggas for our team?” he asked cocking his eyebrow.
“I know they right for our team which is why I know my girls ain’t going easy just because of that. They’re gonna send them niggas thru it so they can prove that they’re not like the rest.” I tell him confidently. I know my riders.
“You right about that. But if these nigga’s who I think they are, they gonna straighten that shit out. It’s gonna be funny to watch someone eat crow.” He said.
“Bet, we call them as we see them. $100 a bet?” I say looking at him.
“Bet.” He shook my hand. Just as we shook hands we heard a noise at the door. Prince grabbed his piece just as I did. We walked to the door and he signaled me that he would open the door. He swung the door open. I grabbed the lil nigga around his throat slamming him into the door, putting my gun to his head.
“What the fuck is you doing lil nigga?” I ask him. It was a lil dude from down the street named Kenny, he balled with the kids we sponsored at the center.
“Mir, I don’t want no trouble. This nigga came up to me and tried to pay me to bring this down here and slip it under the door. I told him no, so he threatened me putting a gun to my head. Told me he would kill me and not lose a minute of his time. So, I took the card and came down here. I saw the cars, so I knew y’all were here.” He said looking me in the eyes. He was a good kid, I knew he wasn’t on bullshit with me. I let him go and took the card from him. It was addressed to Niq. I opened it up and read what it said.
“What this nigga look like?” I asked Kenny handing Prince the card to read.
“I really couldn’t see his face, he had his hat pulled all the way down over his face. He was light skinned and he had a little limp when he walked. I could tell he was a smooth nigga though. He was cool at first until I told him no. Then he went from calm to trying to pop me in seconds.” He answered.
“Ok, where did he approached you?” Prince asked putting the card back in the envelope. Before Kenny answered Q came thru the door.
“Why the fuck is the door opened like this and what the fuck y’all got going on?” He asked looking at me and then Prince. Prince hands him the card and I look at Kenny to continue talking.
“He walked up to me while I was walking home from practice. He stopped me right before I got to my house asking me about the center and balling and you know the rest.” He said shrugging his shoulders. Now I’m really pissed because everybody knows we sponsor that center and the kids who play ball there. This shit is getting out of hand, who is this nigga? And is this about Niq or all of us?
“Would you know him if you saw him again?” Q asked him, going into his pocket.
“I’d know his walk and his voice. It was real raspy.” Kenny told Q.
“Prince go get a burner out the kitchen. If you see this nigga again you call Mir. Put Mir number in that phone. You hit us and we will take it from there. Can you do that for me?” Q asked trying to hand him $500 dollars.
“It’s cool Q, I know who y’all are and what y’all do around here. Especially when it comes to this ball and that court. My brother told me y’all were solid niggas, before he got killed. And y’all take care of who takes care of y’all, I can’t take your money.” Kenny tells him shaking his head.
“That’s right you Kay’s little brother, right? That was my nigga when we were coming up, he was good people. And just so you know the nigga that killed him, payed with his life for that shit. But take the money. You solid for that info, and tell ya moms if she need anything to let me know. You know how to get in touch with one of us if you need to.” Q told him making him take the money while walking him to the door.
Once Kenny was gone he turned around and started walking to the hidden camera room we all had in our cribs that no one could access but us. And it took two of us to operate it. We set it up like that just in case something ever happened. Once in the room we watched the tapes and just like Kenny said you couldn’t really see his face. You could tell he was light skinned but that’s about it, he had a limp like he said too. We all stood there looking at this nigga walking around our sister’s house like he owned it. And he’s asking questions about the center. But that note is what’s pissing me off. What the fuck is this nigga after?  The only thing I kept seeing were the words he wrote.
“I’m coming for what’s mine.”