I licked my lips as I layed low in my black Altima, of course I had the 5% tints so nobody could see through that bitch. I had been chilling at the park for a couple days but in different cars. After I found out some information I made it my personal business. Midnight was nothing to fuck with at all. That's why I felt disrespected when niggas moved like I ain't on the same hot shit. I didn't play about my bread nor my family. You go against the grain when you tryna come between that.
I wasn't a reckless ass nigga who killed everyone that I didn't like. I knew hella nigga in my hood who don't like me for shit, but they stay quite. Them....ion really stress about. It be them bold ass niggas who just asking to get their head split. I treated my ari like an AP. A expensive watch, hard to get, and can't nobody really get. She was like the girl you cuffed just to show niggas you made it out the hood. Besides the looks, her energy is what keeps a nigga going.
I act like I hate hearing her corny jokes or when I yell at her for crying over little shit. It shows me she's normal and not cold hearted like me, I hated the fact that I couldn't show my feeling like the way she did. She was my sunflower and everyday that I woke up I vowed to water her. When she told me about losing our baby I made a secret vow to myself that I would never let anyone hurt her. With that bitch ass nigga, and what he did....I felt like I let her down. This shit had me itching, I really could not sleep for shit until he was dead.
I was by the park slightly behind it, it was his momma house where he was staying for a little bit. Did I give a fuck that his momma was goin' get caught in the cross fire....no I wanted to kill that bitch just for birthing a bitch. I ain't never stopped a mission based on my feelings cause I didn't have those. I wasn't going to do a drive by shooting cause that wasn't my style. I liked it when my victims saw my face, recognize that's it's indeed me, then they start repenting their sins.
"Stop being hard on me. I don't know how to use this shit nor do I want too." We we're back in the shooting range in his other house which was used as the Trap. It had been three hours of arguing and me begging him to let me go but he wouldn't let up this time. He said that I had to get real serious in protecting myself. The idea of me having a body guard was also in the air once again.
"I'm not Ari, you just acting like a lil' kid. Just hit the target for the one time and we can order some food." He said giving me the gun and I fixed my ear covering that looked like headphones and I stepped into the box. I concentrated my brain in aiming as well as holding the gun tight.
Once before I pulled the trigger and I was wasn't gripping right and the gun almost fell out my hands. I had a slight panic attack and Night thought it was so funny....I honestly could have lost my life. I didn't know if this was good or bad but my fear of gun was some what gone, as before I would literally have a melt down. Even when I was locked up, I hated that shit with a passion.
"Today Simmons." I side eyed him and he chuckled cause he thought that shit was funny. I scoffed turning my attention at the target and fired a couple of shots. I just hoped one hit the target.
"Damn you did decent this time, two head shots."
"Yes." I exclaimed and he gave me a look to pipe down.
"Ion know if I should be teaching your ass this cause you might shoot my ass. yeen' have to sound that excited."
"Boy boo, calling me by my last name like we back upstate-I should." I said hitting him and he chuckled trying to dodge my hits. " you so childish."
"You love that shit though." He said back and I rolled my eyes, taking off the noise blockage headphones. He grabbed the gun, emptying out the clip and putting all the bullets in a lil bag before putting the gun in its case. He dropped the bullets in the drawer. They had so many guns....it was actually crazy.
