Gianna looked at me with the biggest eyes I'd ever seen. My heart was in my ass and I felt like I would throw up. I didn't wanna kill Gianna no matter what she'd done, but I definitely didn't wanna lose my life.
"Can I say something?" Gianna asked, sniffling. After a nod of approval from Kilo, she started, "I said I couldn't apologize anymore and I meant that, even with a gun in your hand." Wasn't a very good start but I was open to hearing what coulda been her last words. "I ain't ask for this life, I just ain't never had nothing and, to me, this was my gateway into what I've wanted for so long. I guess this what ppl mean when they say one bad decision leads to another one and so on and so forth. If I can't live out my dreams that I've worked so hard to achieve, I don't even wanna live. You ain't gotta kill me."
Before I could do anything, she grabbed a handgun from the duffle and ended her own situation.
My mouth fell on the floor and I drooled unknowingly. Tears leaked from my eyes without me even noticing.
"That was easier than we thought, huh?" Kilo laughed and he and Mazi slapped five. "Get her outta here." He instructed Mazi.
I stood still, processing what'd just happened. In less than 48 hours, I'd watched two ppl die. If someone told me this happened to them, I swear I wouldn't believe it.
Kilo massaged my shoulder and walked me back to the car I arrived in. He carried the duffle with the money with him. He threw the bag into the backseat when we got to the car. "I like you." He said. He looked into my eyes. "There's your money."
"But I didn't kill her." I said. "So I don't want it."
He smiled and walked away. I sat on the trunk of the car and continued to cry and slob and wonder and reflect and cry some more.
I heard a loud thump on the ground and when I looked down and up I see another duffle and Kilo standing before me. "Another hundred K, cuz I know you woulda." He kissed my cheek and walked away. I heard him tell Mazi to get my contact information to him immediately.
Mazi got himself back to the car as fast as he could with his leg. "Where's Gigi?" I asked.
He laughed. "Less than an hour ago you was talking bout never seeing her or talking to her again. You bitches is confusing."
"Keep talking, I'ma shoot you in your other leg." I threatened. He laughed at the sound of my almost gangsta voice and jumped into the passenger seat of the car.
"You should really consider this life, man. You good at this" he said, dragging his leg into the car.
"This shit so unreal, man." I said in disbelief. "I can't believe she would do that." I said.
"Why not? She wasn't stable at all. I coulda seen that coming." Mazi confessed carelessly.
"What you mean?" I asked. "You saw that coming??"
"Yeah. Gigi been through a lot. Like, part of me felt bad for lying to her and keeping her around longer than needed but I got a boss that had no problem disciplining me if you know what I mean. Eventually, you'll be put in one of those situations we discussed earlier. And you gone have to choose."
"I mean I know she's been through a lot..."
"No, you don't." Mazi said. "It's crazy cuz she told me you were like this but I didn't believe someone could be so naive.
"Wait, what?? Told you I was like what?"
"She said you were a good girl and you didn't really get involved with shit like this. You look down on this type of shit. You're judgmental and you really think everyone is afforded the same opportunities in life." He laughed at me. "You really are like that."
"Why she so comfortable telling you all this? Why didn't she tell me? I never meant to make her feel that way I just thought she was so much better than the life she chose for herself."
"And that's why she didn't tell you anything." Mazi confirmed.
My brain was swollen at all the shit it had to process in such a short amount of time and goodness, my poor innocent eyes. The remainder of the ride was silent, mainly because I had absolutely no words for Mazi. I didn't have any words at all. I had a million and one thoughts, but no words.
