Married To The Game

C:6 | The Day My Life Changed Pt. 2

I pulled in the abandoned gas station in my rented all black Range Rover, ready to get the show on the road. After putting my hair up, I took a deep breath and braced myself. A white Aston Martin pulled across me, minutes following. I tucked my strap in my pants before getting out the car. My stomach was in a knot. I never did anything like this before in my life. He gets out first, dressed in a tailored suit from head to toe. He was very clean cut. Vito was giving off John Wick vibes. He waits for me by his Aston Martin. "Vito?" I ask, getting out. "Yes, I take it you're the one Omari sent?" My throat closed up. "Yeah, but I actually have a proposal for you." "What?" He stepped closer, as if he didn't hear what I said. "Actually, this is for me." "Oh? Omari doesn't need this anymore?" "No, he does. But this is for me now.I'm going to sell it for myself." He raises his eyebrow, looking all together unamused and annoyed. "For you? What is this some kind of joke?" He walks towards the drivers seat. The driver rolls the window down. "Call Omari. I don't have time for this-" "Wait, no no. Don't call Omari." I prayed my plan wasn't backfiring. Or else I'd have a envelope with death written on it and mailed to me when I got back to Miami. Out of impulse, I pulled my strap out and shot at the car. Nothing to harm anybody in the car, just something to get his attention with. He said nothing, but looked at me. "Now like I was saying. Look, Omari already taught me everything. I know the ins and outs of this game. And of New York. It would only make sense for me to work up here. I know everybody, and every corner." He still said nothing, so I just kept talking. "Let me sell this drop for you, I promise I can flip it faster then Omari could. And I can double how ever much you give it to me for. I can freebase it or just sell the crack. I-" "How long have you been working with Omari?" "A couple months." "A couple months? And you think you're ready to have your own clientele and steal from him? Ha! Little girl you're mistaken. You, indeed, don't know what you're doing. Do you even have anybody up here to pump my drugs while you go back and forth? Let me guess, you have no workers up here? I thought so. Why would I trust you to sell my stuff after a few months?" He mocked me. I instantly got annoyed. "Listen I'm not leaving here with out it. We can be business partners or we can-" "Business partners?" The mocking continued. "Over my dead body!"

And that's just what happened. He turned around to get back in the car to dismiss himself as I cocked my .9mm. "Vito. I'm warning you. I really need you to give me that pack so I can sell it." He said nothing, and continued to the car. That was my last warning. I released five shots in his back, and five more at the drivers window. Vito's body dropped instantly. First, the bullets brought him to his knees, before causing him to belly flop onto the concrete. I looked down at my shaking hands, trying to come to terms with what I just did. I had to think fast. I moved Vito's lifeless body around, fishing his phone out of his suit. My hands were dripping blood. Since he didn't want to be my connect in New York, I would just have to go over him, and reach out to his connect. Somebody was going to work with me, one way or another. I know I can't just keep killing people, but maybe this will send a message. I know Vito is, or was, very powerful. He was almost like a Frank Lopez. But my intentions was to be like Sosa. I open Vito's trunk to find the thirty bricks wrapped and tucked neatly. I get back in my Range Rover and pull up beside the car. I transport the bricks into my trunk.

Vito's phone rings. It was Omari. I started to panic, but I told myself he was just calling to check on everything. So I let it ring. Next, he called my phone. "Wassup, everything went okay?" "Nah, he ain't show up," I said, still moving the bricks, phone up to my ear. "What? Fuck you mean he ain't show up? You went to the right spot?" I don't know what I just got myself into. "Yeah, 'went to the address you sent me. I waited a whole hour. What's up though you want me to go back?" "Nah, nah. Fuck!" He slammed something in the background, causing me to jump. "Them Italians so fucking sneaky, yo. Don't worry bout it, i'll make something shake. You've done enough." He added before hanging up. I didn't know if he was being deadass or being a smart alec. Oh well, what was done was done.

I had some time to kill before my dinner with Josh, so I decided I'd go see my moms new place. To my surprise, it was in Brooklyn. I mean don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong Brooklyn, it was just a stretch from the Bronx. I knocked on the door and she opened almost immediately. She looked really happy to see me. "Please, come in." She stepped aside to let me in. The apartment was pretty much bare besides the loveseat and coffee table. And it was clean as always. Even though my mom was a junkie, she always kept where she laid her head at clean. "When you getting some more furniture?" I asked, taking a seat on the loveseat. She just gave me that look, so I let it go. "So I wanted to talk to you, Esther." She said, playing with her fingers. "What? Why you getting all nervous?" I just prayed she wasn't going to tell me she slipped up again. I couldn't take another relapse. I already had too much going on. That was going to add fuel to the fire. "So, I stopped going to treatment." "Yeah, I figured." "I just wanted you to know that i'm better now. I know i'm part of the reason you came so I just wanted to ease your mind." "Ma you've been on drugs since I was sixteen. You can't just quit overnight. Why couldn't you just complete the course? It can't be that bad." "I'm not going back, Esther, damn! You don't know how it feels waking up early every day, going to these group meetings having them judge me! It's a insane asylum in there! They shove food and anti depressants down our throats every chance they get! They don't care, those fake nurses. They strap you down to your bed whenever you have a withdrawal because they want you to feel it. They want you to feel every ounce of pain and suffering to make sure you don't ever wanna touch another drug again! And for what? Because they're the sick ones that's why! You don't know, none of y'all know! Tú y Carol se sientan y juzgan lo que no saben! (you and Carol sit and judge what you don't know)." She sat and cried. I felt bad. If I would of known that was the reason she always left I would of never made her go. "Calm down ma, I didn't mean to make you upset." It killed me seeing her like that. We were best friends at one point in time. Ever since my dad left and got locked up nothing had been the same. He was the cause of her addiction. But leaving me to fiend for myself at sixteen wasn't something that could be easily forgiven, regardless of what happened or who left. I was only a child. What could I do? My anger was mostly channeled towards my father. He was the root of everything. For messing our lives up, and for breaking up the family. But that was no excuse for her, she was still a mother first.

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