Resolutions

Safe house

"Pull over or dash on him?" Jayceon asked. "Let's take our chances and pull over bro. This old ass Honda Civic is not dogging a charger." I said as I took my hoodie off so we wouldn't look too suspicious in all black.

I know that sounds dumb to pull over, but the guns and the bags are in the trunk so it's really nothing but the smell of weed, and that's legal so fuck it.

We pulled over and the officer came to the window with the flashlight. "What are you guys up to tonight at 2am?" He asked.

     Jay spoke, "Just went for a drive to clear our heads officer."

     "Mhmm, license and registration please. Both of you."

     "Me?!" I said. "I don't even have a license! And I'm a passenger! What the fuck?"

"Do you have any id on you?" He stopped. "Rodriguez?" He said as he blinded me with the light. Shit. We froze.

"Hey family!" He laughed. We looked at each other confused. "Mason is my cousin. You guys are good. Be safe." He started to head back to the car but stopped. "Imma have to confiscate that blunt though. I got 8 more hours on this shift."

Jayceon eagerly handed him the rest of the blunt. We thanked him and headed back. Jay and I talked about how crazy that shit was as we sparked another blunt.

Dave came on and said "Hey Ren, Cooli and Jayceon, you guys seem to be behind schedule. The others are almost at the house. I hope everything is okay."

     We couldn't talk back during the job because we didn't want to drown out Dave with the gunshots and shit. But I switched mine back on. "Yea we're good. We just got pulled over." I said . "What?!" Said Mason.

"Nah it's okay. It was your cousin. He stole our blunt and sent us on our way." I said.

     "Don't scare me like that, Ren. Everybody turn your mics on so I can hear you." He said.

     "Well Cooli is sleep-," Jay said before Q cut him off.

     "Marc was shot."

     "What?!" Everybody yelled. I cried. "Yea but she's okay." Just then she spoke, "What's up niggas?" She said trying to sound cheerful.

"Baby!" I said crying. "Hi handsome. Don't worry, I'm okay. And I'll be better once I see you. I love you." I said it back and told Jayceon to floor that bitch.

We made it to the house and I ran inside. I let them get all the shit out the trunk. I went into the living room where Q was on the couch, eating. "Where is she?!" I screamed. "Kitchen bro. She fi-," I ran in to see this big ass old white man sewing up her leg.

"Oh my god." I said as I saw all the blood on the floor. I kneeled by her side. "Hey lil daddy. I'm okay." Tears fell. I kissed her all over.

     The old man spoke. "So this is the girlfriend? She talked about you the whole time. Not what I expected, but cute." I looked at him crazy and Marc laughed.

"Look at the bullet babe!" Marc showed me the bullet that was taken out of her leg. "I see baby." She was smiling so hard, weirdo.

     "Okay done." He finished wrapping her leg up and she tried to stand. I put her arm around me to help her.

"It's a room downstairs. You can take her there"

I went and the guys were already in there, playing the game. Which one of these niggas brought that shit? They all screamed in joy. Mart hugged her as I sat her in the chair and pulled out the leg thingy.

She motioned for me to come lay with her. I gently laid on the opposite side of the leg she was shot in. She kissed my forehead and whispered "I love you." "I love you more papi." I replied.

     "Ewww! Go back upstairs with that shit!" Jayceon said.

     "Whatever nigga. That's why you losing, I got next." I said.

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It was around 8, everybody was sleep but I was hungry. I gently got off the recliner and went upstairs to find something to eat. We can't leave the house or order out, so I'm hurt.

I go in the kitchen to find this little old lady. "Hi dear! Oh my god! Have a seat, you are walking really well to have been shot!" She said.

     "Oh no, that wasn't me." I chuckled.

     "Really? My husband said it was a girl that kinda looked a little rough around the edges. I mean no offense dear." She reassured me.

"No ma'am. That was my girlfriend." I laughed.

     "Ohhh I seeee! Lovely! I can't wait to meet her. Are you hungry? I was just about to make food for you guys. I can make you something really fast." She offered.

"Starving!" I sat at the table while she fixed me eggs and toast. Simple but a nigga was starving, eggs and toast never tasted so good! She handed me a glass of grapefruit juice before she fixed the rest of the food. She started to tell me all about marriage and relationships, and how to keep a man happy.

"Well I know it's no man involved in your relationship. My niece is a lesbian as well." She assured me. "But if I may ask, is there like a more dominant person in your relationship?" Any other time I would get upset if someone asked this, but I could genuinely tell this was just an old curious woman trying to learn.

"Not necessarily. We both are pretty dominant, but we both can be really submissive I guess. But if I had to I would say that I definitely let her think she runs things."

"I hear that! Because my husband don't run shit around here!" We both laughed as she gave me a high five.

     "So dear, you wanna help me bring down the food? I am so excited to meet your girlfriend!" I grabbed the tray of bacon and sausage with one hand, and carried the French toast in the other. She had the eggs and fruit salad.

Everyone was already awake. We sat the food down on the table that was in the middle of the room and niggas started to push us out the way. "Aht aht! Wash your hands gentlemen!" They groaned as they went to the bathroom.

"Oh my! She is such a cutie!" The woman said about Marcella. She blushed and I kissed her cheeks.

     "Thank you." She responded. "Oh dear, here is some sanitizer so you can clean your hands. Ren, we forgot the plates and utensils!" The lady said. "Okay I got it!" I ran upstairs to get enough plates and forks for all of us.

I came back and everyone was back waiting for the plates. I heard the lady tell Marc, "Remember what I said." Marc nodded. I was confused but fuck it. I handed the plates out and kept one to make Marcella hers. I handed her the plate and we thanked the lady as she headed upstairs.

"Anytime sweeties! Oh and to my lovely couple, it's a spare room in the back if, you know, you need some alone time." She winked.

     Q said, "With all due respect ma'am, I am trying to eat and don't nobody wanna hear that shit!"

I fed Marcella her food. "Baby, it's my leg, not my hand I can feed myself. You eat." She said. "No, I'm not hungry baby. And shut up hear comes the plane!" I said as I made whooshing noise. She giggled as she ate. She loves this shit, but wanna be hard for our friends.