Me and Snow sat and came up with a hundred different ways to go about the Omari situation. And none of them led to anything. There was no way we could kill Omari ourselves. We looked into having him set up, but for our workers, that wasn't down their alley; they just wanted to sell our dope and make their money. And that was fine with us, unlike Omari, we weren't into making cold blooded killing machines. As long as we got our money, we were good. After forty five additional minutes of useless plans, we gave up. Now, it was time for my meeting with Josh. Me and Snow walked out of the bar, and instantly I recognized the same black Chevy from the night me and Snow were set up. "Snow-" The black Chevy had swerved around, leaving skid marks in on the road . I'll never forget the look on Omari's face as he rolled down the passenger window and pointed his .9mm at us at and emptied out his clip. His eyes were dead and filled with hatred, all at the same time. I dove my face in the concrete, and put my arms over my head. I closed my eyes until I heard Omari's car skirt off. I'm sure i'll never forget the smell of burning rubber and gun smoke. It reeked. I waited a good two minutes before I opened my eyes or even moved. I even held my breath, scared Omari would do a u-turn. Now, I zone back into reality. I hear the screams tune in, and sadly, I already know Snow's fate. Now, this was personal.
Before too many people could get out the bar, I snatched my purse and got a move on. I didn't need to be anywhere near the crime scene. I don't need the police trying to piece together shit with my name. My hands were shaking so bad that I was glad I asked Sarah to drive me around today. Sarah, despite her name, was actually a bitch out the hood making a living as a dental assistant I found digging around. One of those ghetto Jordan Woods knock offs. I didn't want anybody uppity being my driver, since I lived such a dangerous lifestyle. Sarah always knew it was something up with me, but she couldn't place her finger on it. "Mrs. Deans? Is everything okay?" She asked, fixing the mirror to face me. "Yeah, Sarah, just get us the fuck outta here. Take me to little Haiti or something." I didn't turn to look out the window at Snow. I'm not mentally stable enough to look at another dead body. Even though I've seen enough to last me a lifetime, something about seeing Snow's body just wouldn't sit right in my spirit. On the way to little Haiti, I texted Josh and told him to meet me at this restaurant down there. Lucky for him, he was already in little Haiti. And Josh didn't waste any time with the questions. "So, are you going to let me tell you, or you going to keep asking questions?" I said when he finally finished overloading me with questions. He gave me the nod to go ahead, so I started with Vito, and told everything from start to finish. I didn't leave any parts out because if Josh wanted to be with me, he needed to know the truth no matter how much it hurt him.
The look on Josh's face said he wish he would of never asked. "And now, Snow's...dead?" Josh only met Snow a handful of times, so this was, as expected, shocking for him. I put my head in my hands. Snow's death was going to cause so many problems. "Yes." "Are you going to the funeral?" "I might just wire her people some money. Omari's going to be there." "Why would he show up?" "He'll be expecting me, for one, and for two, he doesn't want to look like the killer. Nobody knows what's going on but me and him." And, honestly, even if Omari wasn't going, I had no plans on attending anyways. Funerals aren't my thing. I wasn't that type ; the crier or the comforter. I never attended a funeral a day in my life and I wasn't planning on starting. "Josh, I gotta go." I said, not giving him a chance to respond before fleeing. Snow's death has officially taken it's toll on me. I had barely made it through the door before throwing up. I've seen people get killed before, and I even killed a few people myself. But it's different when it's someone you're close to. Me and Snow weren't best friends but in the past six months we'd grown close. Part of me is shocked that Omari could do such a thing, considering how close they were, but inside I knew it wasn't out of pocket. Snow had crossed him; so she had to own up to the consequences. I wonder if Omari even knew that he missed me. Duh, he knew, and if he didn't, he was bound to find out. The streets talked. Now, I was really starting to worry. This was his second attempt at offing us, so I knew he was going to make the third one count. Omari wasn't sloppy like that, so me getting this far was scaring me. I thought me and Snow were doing a good job at staying low key but clearly I was wrong.
Omari had me sick. I didn't leave my house for a week straight after everything happened. I only left when I needed to eat or to get mail. Serves? Forget about it. I wouldn't even step out to make some money. This nigga had me feeling like a real bitch. After a full month of barricading inside my penthouse, I decided it was time to take a trip to New York to get my mind off everything. It wasn't the ideal vacation, but Gianni was getting worried about me blowing him off and just sending his cash through Western Union so I figured why not. I kinda wonder how Gianni's gonna take the news about Snow. I know he isn't going to be exactly devastated, thinking back on when I told him I took out Vito. I look at my phone to see a third voicemail from Josh. And if it wasn't bad enough Shay was blowing my phone up, too, wanting to know what was going on. I really didn't feel like explaining myself and the dope game again so I was doing my best to avoid her. She even popped up a few times but I always played like I wasn't home. Maybe I needed to stay in New York until things cooled down. At least up there I can start back making money. Omari wasn't pressed enough to come to New York looking for me. At least, I hope he wasn't. I called my aunt Carol to let her know I was coming home for a while. She was ecstatic. And truth be told I was a little excited, too. I was tired of having to watch my back and duck and dodge Omari. This shit was getting out of hand. I decided against packing, fuck it I'd shop when I landed. And just to be sure Omari wasn't tracking me, I took a private jet instead of flying first class. Shay called me on the jet, and instead of ignoring her, I finally decided to pick up. "What's up, Shay?" "What's up Shay? Esther where are you at?" "I'm on a plane back to New York." "Back to New York? Esther what the fuck is going on. And I mean I wanna know everything. What are you going back to New York for? Where have you been the past month and a half? And I wanna know where all this money you've been blowing came from. Call me crazy but I know that office job isn't paying you enough to be living that lifestyle." I let out a deep sigh. I was tired of being forced to tell people shit, and tired of being put on the spot with every damn thing. "Shay, I really want to tell you what's going on, but I can't right now, okay?" "Bullshit. That's the same answer I always get. Just be real for once and let me know what's up." "Be real? Bitch-" I stopped myself, realizing how tight Shay just got me. "-Shay i'll call you later I don't got time for this shit." Click. The nerve of this bitch. With everything going on right now Shay was the last person I needed on back. Shay was over stepping now. Now she was just acting like she was my man or something, and I wasn't feeling it. Or maybe this paranoia is fucking with me. Now, it was making me think everybody's against me, causing me to isolate myself. Me and Josh weren't speaking and besides Shay I didn't have any girlfriends to "kick" it with. And now, i'm stuck with damn near nobody.
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Married To The Game
Gizem / Gerilim. This is the story of Esther, who gets caught up in the game. **This book is for Educational Purposes only**
