Page 86 of Adonis Gates
“It’s aight though,” he nodded, leaning forward to grab his blunt then lighting it. “Just how I’m smokin’ on that bitch now,” he took a pull. “I’m gon’ be smokin’ on her son’s ashes soon.”
I was over listening to his ass talk, so I finally entered the room. It would have been easy to blow the nigga’s brains out from behind, or to even catch the nigga by surprise, but I wanted my face to be the last one he saw before he went on to eternity.
“Damn, that’s how you talk about the nigga that raised you and spared you all this time?” I asked, rounding the recliner that he was sitting in.
He quickly sat up, trying to grab the lil’ .22 his weak ass had on the table in front of him, but Grady was quicker.
“Yo, G, what the fuck nigga?”
“Sorry, B,” he shrugged. “Nigga’s the reason I get money.”
“Damn, it’s like that.” He looked at Grady in disbelief then faced Serg. “You too?”
“I fuck with you, Brock, but I got six kids nigga.”
“Fuck y’all!” he spat. “I don’t need y’all!”
Neither of them replied, they just got up and left the room, leaving only me and Brock.
“Niggas ain’t loyal anyway,” he mumbled, sitting back in the chair and lighting his blunt again.
“Naw nigga, yo’ ass the one ain’t loyal,” I replied, the disgust in my voice very evident. “You treat everybody in ya life like they fucking disposable, and you got issues when mothafucka’s give you that energy back?”
“Y’all niggas were disposable.” He chuckled. “You ain’t benefitin’ me then get the fuck on.”
When he went to take a pull from the blunt, I pulled back and hit him in his shit. The chair fell on its back, and he leaned to the side holding his face. There was no way he thought he was gon’ smoke that shit in front of me after saying he was smoking on my mothafuckin’ mama.
“Get yo’ bitch ass up,” I barked. I was gon’ give him a fair chance to stand toe to toe and face me.
He rolled over, getting on his knees with his back facing me.
“Damn, I think my fuckin’ nose broke,” I heard him mumble. “That’s the last time you gon’ hit me, nigga.”
He must’ve been dazed because he leaned forward and began to crawl toward the closet. I glanced that way and peeped the AR that was leaning against the door, so I quickly grabbed a random cord that was on the table and wrapped it around his throat, holding it tight as fuck around his neck.
He started to flail like a hoe, clawing at my hands and shit, but it was no use. I wasn’t going to let him die like this, but he was gon’ be on the verge of that shit. I thought about the shit he’d said about my mother, the way he did Vado, him stealingmy money, how he treated my girl; him pulling up to her job, scratching her arm and shit. The fact that he was my closest homeboy at one point but crossed me in the worst way. The more shit I thought about, the tighter my grip got.
When he started to go limp, I released him. He fell forward, gasping for air and coughing. Using my foot, I roughly nudged him until he was on his back. I reached for both of my guns and pointed them at him.
“Y-you ain’t g-gon’ kill m-me nigga,” he coughed, rubbing his neck, then smiling. “You promised Vado, and he swore to my mama.”
“What you say?” I smirked, angling my head to the side. “Fuck yo’ mama.”
I emptied both clips, watching his body jump and flinch as my bullets penetrated his torso, neck, and face. I smiled at my work then stepped over his body before heading out. E-Man, Grady, and Serg were all waiting in the living room, so I nodded for them to do their thing before I left.
I had to drive to the docks to ditch the car. Greg already knew to come through and get it. Zig and Deek were both there, so we smoked while Deek restored everyone’s camera feed back to normal then I had them take me back to the crib.
When I got there, Jru was still asleep, and AP had taken his ass to bed too. I went to take a shower and shit before I went to eat. I didn’t really have an appetite like that, but since I’d smoked, I could eat.
I went out on the patio to smoke again after I was done. I needed to face a blunt because the shit with Vado was heavy on my mind. I knew he said that he had some years to go, but that shit wasn’t sitting right with me. While I was out there, I started to look up his condition.
I found a little comfort in knowing that the four-year shit wasn’t definitive. Some people lived a long ass time with the shit,but some didn’t. I looked some doctors up too but I didn’t know who the fuck was who and what they did. I just felt inclined to do something because he’d given me a chance to live, so I wanted to do the same shit for him.
“I woke up twice and you weren’t in bed with me.” Jru’s voice sounded, jarring me from my thoughts and research.
I glanced back and saw her standing in the doorway in one of my t-shirts. I licked my lips, enjoying the sight of her fine ass. I locked my phone and dropped it in my lap before reaching for her. She took my hand and allowed me to pull her down. My arms circled her waist, and I kissed the side of her neck.
“I had some shit to handle.”