Trap Queen: Part 2

Chapter Thirteen

"So for the last two years you have been living the luxurious life, then suddenly you're back to the gang life?" Angel remarks in the back seat as we were on our way to Daniel's mansion. Gustavo as the driver.  "Damn that...that must be tough."

The entire ride they've been bugging me saying I'm losing the opportunity to live the "rich life" with Daniel, and not live my life as Trap Queen. They're starting to get on my nerves.

I roll my eyes. "No, it's not tough," I pause to quote with my fingers, "I don't give a shit about the money, you know that. What IS tough is leaving Daniel."

Gustavo grunts.

I sigh frustrated, "What? There's nothing wrong with wanting to protect him."

"I never said it was wrong," he insisted. "I just think you guys should stick together and protect each other instead of splitting up."

I force a bitter laugh. "Oh and I'm doing a great job, aren't I?"

He stays quiet, but I don't keep my mouth shut. "He's in the fucking hospital, Gustavo. He could have died and Legend too. It was all my fault, so it has to be this way."

"No, it doesn't," he argued. "The reason he's put up with all your bullshit this long is that he loves you, Roni. He's down to roll with whatever comes your way. I bet he's going crazy right now wanting to see you and shit."

My throat aches as tears begin to fill my eyes. "I know, Gus, but if there's a way to keep him out of danger, then I'll do whatever it takes."

He nods quietly and squeezes my bare thigh.

Another hand squeezes my shoulder. It's Monica.

"Don't worry, girl. You're doing the right thing," she tells me with a smile.

I smile back.

Monica is officially considered my homegirl.

"You still have to talk to him, right?" Angel asks softly.

Angel is my girl, I know she's concerned and wants to know what's going on, and I love her for that, but she's asking way too many fucking questions that are giving me the urge to smack her in the face. It's not just her bugging, the three of them are, but she's the one asking the dumbest questions that I don't want to hear at the moment. It's been a few hours I'm still very delicate.

Instead of snapping at her, I sigh then answer her question, "Yeah. I'll talk to him soon maybe a week from now. I want him to get better first."

"Yeah, I think that's the way to do it," she says, slowly. "But what if he doesn't want to break up?"

Of annoyance, I managed to laugh. "The decision is made, Angel."

It saddens me that I can't go see him. Honestly, it's not that I can't it's more that I won't. I will not see him because if I do, I'm going to think twice about letting him go. If he stays close, whoever this shooter is won't stop until he is dead.

"Aye, by the way, what about Melissa?" Monica starts. "Where's the bitch at when you need her? I thought she was supposed to be your ride or die."

A while ago, I would have socked her in the mouth for expressing herself about Melissa like that, but is she even my ride or die anymore? Like, where is she? The old-caring Melissa would have been blowing up my phone trying to reach me and even file a missings person report, worried for me. This Melissa? this Melissa called once and left two text messages, that I'm sure Daniel made her do. Shit is different now.

"I'm guessing she's with Daniel and her son," I mumble.

She makes a grunting noise. "No offense, but I never liked that bitch."