Karma|A Dave East Story|

12. Executed

Dave's POV

After leaving the mall, I drop Kay off at home and call Junior. It took a few rings but he answered the phone.

"You have got to be the dumbest nigga on the face of this planet" he says when he answers the phone.

"What you mean?"

"Why in the fuck were you in the mall with Kayla? You got my girl calling me cussing me out because she think that I knew that you had a girl the whole time and I was just letting you play with her best friends feelings."

"It's not like that, her auntie just passed and she was upset I was just tryna get her out the house and make her feel good. How was I supposed to know Mani was gon be there?"

"I hear ya but that was a really inconvenient time. You should have made her ass feel good in the house not in public."

"If anybody should be mad it would be me. She was in the mall boo'd up with his ass knowing what we got going for today."

"See, now you just sound delusional. We need her to butter him up."

"Whatever nigga just make sure everybody in pocket it's 8 o'clock."

"Bet"

I hang up. I just ready to get this shit over with. I know she mad right now but once I explain I think she'll understand. Me, Jay and Junior are all going to be out in public when the shit go down so we can be eliminated. Kali is going to pull up after he gets the signal from the niggas inside. If shit go smooth this should be over in a week.

Karmani's Perspective:

I'm laying on his chest again listening to his heart beat. It's in sync with mine for the first time in years. I lift myself up and kiss his face until he wakes up.

"I'm hungry as fuck." Is the first thing he says and I smile from ear to ear.

"Let's go to Waffle House" I suggest.

"Do I have to go with you?" He says still half asleep.

"Yes baby, please." I straddle him kissing his face.

"Ughhh. You being real clingy today, you want a new car or something?"

"No, I just feel like we're not together enough. So small things like this make me happy."

He smiled and started to get out of the bed. I did the same and we got dressed in something comfortable. My heart is racing but I know I have to play it cool.

"You want to drive?" He asked me.

"Yeah." He tossed me the keys and we got in the car.

He kept his hand on my thigh the entire ride. We pulled in to parking lot and there were only three other cars. I looked at the time it's 8:08 we both get out of the car and heart starts to race just as we walk in the door two more cars pull up. I walked to counter ordering the meal that signal for the nigga to come inside. I step to the side and let Jamal order his food.

I've never been so nervous in my life. I'm trying my hardest not to watch the door but hear the bell ring and I know it's time. I turn around to see a man in a ski mask come through the door. Me Jamal and every body behind the counter freeze as he pulls out a gun.

"Don't nobody move or I'm blowing your shit off." He points the gun around the store.

I can feel tears starting to fall from my face because I know what's about to happen next.

"Give me everything out the register and the tips out your pocket" he kept the gun pointed towards them they did as told.

He took the money then he pointed the gun towards us. I put my back against the wall but Jamal stood still. I know he not gon back down.

He opened his mouth and I swear everything was moving in slow motion. "Gimme everything you got in your pocket."

Jamal didn't budge.

"You deaf fuck nigga? Run yo shit!"

"You ain't getting shit from me"

I squeezed my eyes shut. He pulled the trigger once and then again and again and again. I scream louder after every shot. I can't open my eyes. I don't want to see him like that. The door bell rung again and the dude ran out of the door. I heard his tires screech and I knew I had to open my eyes.

Jamal laid there on the ground his shirt was covered in blood but his eyes were wide open I pulled my phone of my pocket and pulled my phone out and called 911 screaming into to the phone.

"Please help me!... Please, he's dying, I'm at the Waffle House on 3rd" is all I could say before I dropped the phone.

I held him in my arms watching him struggle to breathe. I can hear the blood in his lungs. He grabbed on to my shirt.

"I—I I'm s—orry Ma—ni" he gurgled every pause trying not to choke on his blood.

"I'm sorry baby" I cried holding on to him.

He sucked in as much air as he could before coughing up a mouth full of blood. He didn't breath in again. My heart broke into a thousand pieces. What did I do? What did I just do?

"No! No! No!" I repeat rocking him back and forth.

"Jamal please, no" I pulled him closer to me.

I seen blue lights flood through the window before a bunch of officers ran in with they're guns out. One came over to me.

"Ma'am is he breathing?"

"God, no" I said more out of disbelief than to answer his question.

"I need you to get up ma'am the paramedics are on they're way. Have you need injured?"

I shook my head no.

"Ma'am you have to let him go, we can't help him like this"

I let go of him. It's so hard to breathe now. The officer helps me off the floor. I watch as the other officer escort the workers out of the door. I look back down at Jamal. His eyes are wide open. I can't help but to scream. The officer held me and escorted me out of the building.

I sat on the curb outside and cried. The paramedics pulled up and went in. I followed behind them. One knelt down and grabbed his wrist. Seconds went by like hours.

"He has a pulse. Load him up."

It felt like I could breathe again I watched as they loaded him, limp onto a stretcher and rushed past me out the door. I followed close behind him them. An officer grabbed my arm.

"You can't go with him ma'am you have to go to the station."

My heart dropped. Still crying I complied going back to his car with him. He put me in the back a closed the door.

I don't want him to die...