Page 70 of Adonis Gates
“Where my bread at?” I asked.
I wasn’t on the phone to do all that jaw jacking with his hoe ass. I’d made the trip to this spot for one reason and one reason only.
“I ain’t givin’ you shit, mothafucka. I don’t know who you think you is, but you don’t scare me nigga.”
“Why you been hidin’ in them hotel rooms then?” I snickered. “Yo’ ass ain’t been to yo’ crib since I axed you out because you a bitch, but I been knew that, so that ain’t what this call is about. It’s about my money and my product.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you callin’ about, nigga. I ain’t givin’ you shit.”
“Aight,” I nodded like he could see me. “Then yo’ bitch won’t be givin’ you that baby,” I warned. “You think I don’t know that you been skimmin’ money from Brothers?” I referred to Brad and Brent’s bar. “You a fuckin’ dufus,” I shook my head. “You thought niggas wouldn’t find out who that account belonged to?”
“I ain’t care if you found out or not, mothafucka,” he lied, trying to maintain his lil’ tough guy persona.
“Right, which is why you used a shell account in yo’ bitches name.” I chuckled. “And why you had her doin’ the fuckin’ communicatin’.”
“Yeah, whatever, bro. You come near my girl and my kid, I know something,” he tried being tough. “I ain’t the only one with a family, even if it’s only one member.”
“I could gift wrap and hand deliver AP to you, I guarantee he goes untouched,” I said. “It ain’t a nigga in this world stupid enough to go down that road with me.Including you, but again, I’m not here for fairytales, I’m here about my bread.”
“I ain’t givin’ you shit!” he spat. “Get the shit in blood.”
He disconnected the call after that so I tossed the phone back to Kirk who was still trembling. I hadn’t even done shit to the nigga yet, and he was damn near about to have a heart attack.
Zig resurfaced with a duffle bag in his hand, shoving the lil’ nigga he’d followed back toward the couch.
“It’s all here minus that shit.” he pointed toward the table.
Nodding, I turned back to the remaining men there. “Y’all got my bread for this?”
“This was Tron’s shit.” Kirk voiced shakily.
“Tron is no more, so now you’ve adopted the debt.”
“We don’t got no bread, Don,” he cried and nodded.
“Okay,” I turned to head out, leaving Deek and Zig to finish up. I didn’t have to tell them what needed to be done. They already knew. I wasn’t playing no games or sparing no niggas about my money.
They joined me in the car shortly after that. Deek pulled away, stopping at a nearby store so that he could restore the natural feed to the cameras that were in the area. I did a lot of wild shit, but I didn’t go out killin’ mothafucka’s in broad daylight without covering my tracks.
“You want me to send cleanup for them niggas?” Zig asked and I shook my head.
“Let Brock find them and handle it. Maybe then he’ll realize that I ain’t fuckin’ around about my bread.”
They took me back to my crib where I went up to shower and change so that I could go get Jru. When I jogged down to my car, it made me think about the fact that we needed to get her a new one. I didn’t care about her driving my shit, but I wanted her in something luxury. My Camaro looked like it belonged to a nigga. She needed to be in some soft, sexy shit to match her persona.
When I got to her crib, I let myself inside and journeyed to the back to find her. She was sitting on the bed slipping her feet into her shoes when I entered her room.
“I’m ready. All I had to do was put my shoes on.”
“You straight.” I kneeled down in front of her to tie her shoes for her. When I was done, I glanced up at her and stole a quick kiss before rising to my feet and reaching for her hand. “Come on.”
I led her out of the house once she had her purse and locked the door behind us before I helped her inside of my truck then got in myself. I gave her my phone so she could control the music before backing out of the driveway and starting our journey toward the doctor’s office. I offered to stop and get her something to eat, but she said she’d rather wait until we leave her appointment.
When we arrived, we didn’t really have a wait. They called her to the back and did her vitals and shit before getting us set up in her examination room. She was quiet as fuck as she waited for the doctor to come in, twirling her rings around her fingers.
I studied her for a moment before pulling my chair closer to the examination table and taking her hands into mine.
“You good?”