Page 29 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

Chapter Eleven

Cartier - A Week Later

Niggas was dead asleep when I got the call that the mattress shop was lit up.

The last thing I wanted was to climb out of bed with my baby mama, but I had to.

Niggas had to get up and put work in to secure a future for me and mine.

I’ll be damned if I allowed anybody to take that from me.

Thankfully me and Jovie stayed in the city last night, so the drive wasn’t hours long.

I pulled up at the same time as my brother, then I met him at his bumper.

“You know that nigga ain’t gonna move around gracefully.”

“Ain’t nothing about this graceful.” By now Trek was looking up at the damage of the store. Thank God our shipment went out two days ago and it wasn’t sitting in the basement. We would have been fucked.

“So, what are you saying?” my eyes left my brother and landed on the chard building, nearly drenched in water. Shit looked so bad, I just knew we’d have to change the shipment location.

He didn’t speak for a while, putting his fist to his lips, almost like he was the property assessor, checking out the damages. “He thinks we killed his brother.”

I nodded. “Might as well have.”

“Good morning gentlemen. I’m Detective Landing and this is my partner, Jones.

We have a few questions for you.” I could hear the smugness in the detective’s voice before I turned around.

Police didn’t like us too much and that was fine with me, considering I didn’t care much for their lazy asses either.

“Questions for what? Niggas just pulled up. What could he or I possibly know?”

He looked from me to my brother who had yet to pay either one of them a lick of attention. He was still in his head looking at the building.

“How there’s such a beef between yourself, the Ace Boys, and the Mafia boys. Who started it?” the female cop’s words made me look in her direction. She seemed to have done her homework even though she didn’t know shit.

I laughed, shaking my head at what she thought she knew. “A wa?—”

“Don’t matter what you think you know, Detective. Hell if anybody is at war, it should be y’all and the city. I hear the paychecks are lousy while y’all are out here jumping in front of bullets.” Cruz’s words from behind them made them turn their backs on me to face him.

Neither of them responded.

“But since we don’t want to be spreading everybody’s business out here, how ‘bout y’all go do y’all’s job and move the fuck around.”

“My job is right here, questioning scum abo—” she started, but her partner touched her shoulder.

“Another time, Jones.”

She sent him a menacing glare, before stepping back. Within seconds they both must’ve realized it was a good idea to move around because they were hopping in their cars soon after.

That being said we stood and talked for a while, before by brother pulled his phone out and mashed his phone against his face. I don’t know who he was talking to, but I assumed it had something to do with this situation, because whomever he was talking to he asked for a location.

“We’re going to the mortuary on Lake.” Cartrek’s next words were barely above a whisper, because the last thing we needed was for the pigs who were watching our every move to hear shit. At this point we were on that type of timing.

“First, we’ll stop by the spot, get a meal in.” Cruz cut his eyes in the direction of the pig’s car.

“Bet.”

We spilt up seconds later and all headed to our own vehicles. The spot was this lil’ soul food joint he owned in the city. It had parking so we were able to park and all pile into one car to move around.

Neither of us had an appetite, because other things clouded the mind. Then when we were getting ready to ride out, Trek’s phone rang. He mashed it to his ear, standing in front of the window.

“Bet.” He was off the phone and now facing myself and Cruz.

“Nigga Fari moves fast. Let’s move.”

“Watchu mean?” Cruz asked.

“When I first called he was watching Aylo, now he got that nigga in the trunk riding down state to a warehouse near the waterfront. Said he got something else too, but we’d just have to wait and see.”

After a two hour drive outside of the city, we pulled up to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Waterfront my ass, this was the fucking swamp and I didn’t know Chicago even had any of these let alone one. Trek pulled up to a set of doors that immediately began to open as he neared them.

When he pulled in the doors closed immediately behind us. Fari’s crazy ass walked out of an open room with a whole ass bar on his shoulder.

“Not even finna ask.”

He chuckled, before throwing his head forward in the direction of a door. “I heard about the mattress shop. Y’all straight?”

“Matter of a building and a few bricks. Shit will be straight as long as this gets handled.” Trek looked around before meeting Fari’s eyes.

“Straight. Lemme ask you something though.” Cruz’s voice pulled our attention in his direction .

“Shoot.” Fari nodded.

“How did you get that nigga on a light pole?”

Laughter erupted between the four of us, before Fari shook his head. “Shit was easier than you think. I borrowed one of those tru?—”

“Nope, I ain’t tryna hear that homicidal shit. Can we handle this shit so I can go get back into bed with my baby mama?” I interrupted them.

Fari chuckled, before he nodded in the direction of the door. “As y’all know I was on old boy when you called. Guess who he happened to be meeting with right after we hung up. Niggas was out here, plotting for a setup.” We stepped into the room seconds before Fari flipped the switch.

The face before my eyes brought a smirk to my face. “Hasn’t this motherfucker been stalking you, Trek?” though he was sleep, I knew exactly who this hard working underpaid motherfucker was. He had been working hard to get us, and none of this shit worked.

Cartrek didn’t respond immediately. Instead he stood there looking like he’d hit the lottery. Then his eyes went to Aylo who looked like he was taking a much needed nap taped up to the chair. He wasn’t even aware that he was on his last days.

“How much we owe you?” Trek didn’t look at Fari because he was fixated on the tow tied up motherfuckers.

“Shit, mattress spot was technically my fault.” Fari chuckled.

Niggas laughed again, this time waking Aylo up from his restful slumber.

“Awh shit, y’all woke up sleeping beauty.”

My brother rounded the both of them, now smirking. “You good nigga? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Bitch ass nigga snaked me.”

Fari laughed. “Nah, I clocked you in yo’ shit in yo’ face.”

Aylo shook his head. “Niggas beefing with me over a bitch I could’ve ben fu—” The rest of that sentence was halted by the contact that Trek’s fist made with his jaw.” Shit was like something out of a movie because I could’ve sworn I saw that nigga’s face rearrange.

“You already about to die, tread lightly before I make that shit last all night. Fucking around with me you won’t rest peacefully at all.” Fari’s tone was icy as fuck.

Aylo spit blood from his mouth, before looking up at my brother. I could see the hate in this nigga’s eyes. he hated Trek with everything in him, and that shit had nothing to do with Vee, and everything to do with the fact that he lacked something in himself.

“I ain’t telling y’all niggas shi—” Trek vented his brain before he could even finish his sentence. We didn’t wanna know shit, his time on this earth had just expired.

“Damn, I wanted to know what he was about to say.” Cruz’s voice filled the space.

“Welp. Somebody wanna wake this motherfucker up?” Trek was over all of this, I could tell.

Fari didn’t utter a word, he just swung that bar in his hand as he made sure to make contact with Archie’s knee. I knew I heard something crack, before his agony filled scream filled the room.

Then when he realized he wasn’t alone and this was no nightmare, he looked us all over before his eyes got stuck on Trek.

What the fuck did my brother do to these niggas for them to hate him like this?

His eyes held the same hate as Aylo’s. Then again Trek did kill the love of this nigga’s life, so I guess his hate was warranted.

Then again maybe not because they came after him.

Wasn’t his fault he got hip to it and she caught a bullet.

“I am a federal agent, you think you can just kill me?” he asked, eyes still trained on Trek.

Laughter expelled from my brother’s lungs. “Won’t be the first and damn sure won’t be the last.”

“You evil piece of shi—” Another sentence ended by my brother’s pistol and a loud bang.

“Tired of hearing niggas talk. All these niggas do is talk and wolf.” He shook his head, ranting to no one in particular. “ What happened to the niggas that was ‘bout it ‘bout it?”

“Dying breed.” Cruz shrugged.

“Sure is,” Fari responded, walking the room and loosening the tarp that had been lain flat against the floor for the mess he knew would be made here.

“We’ll move everything to that warehouse you just got up and running on Lake while repairs on the shop take however long.

That way we can take on a lil’ bit more to cover the extra territory we’re about to have.

Somebody let Ayce know that the Mafia boys don’t have territory no more, he can move in on that shit and corner it before somebody else calls themselves king of the streets. ”

“Bet.”

When I made it home to my baby, a nigga just wanted to crawl into bed and pull her body into mine.

I did just that after showering to get all that fucking death off me.

Didn’t take long before I was climbing into the bed and pulling her as close as possible.

No matter how sleep she was, she woke up when she felt me near.

“You good, baby?” she asked sleepily, hand covering mine on her belly.

“Mhmm. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you rushed out of here mumbling and cursing. Then now you’re bac—” she started, not moving, or turning around to look my way.