Page 21 of Half Sight Whole Heart

ZYRO COLEMAN

“What the fuck?” Zyleek screeched, fist to mouth. “Who the fuck you pissed off nigga?”

The blue and red lights from the last police cruiser rolled off.

The neighbors had been nosy as hell, peeking from their porches and windows when they heard the shots, and I couldn’t say I blamed them.

The police took the shells, but they weren’t taking my truck like they thought they would.

They had the video too. Since Eriss had ADT, she couldn’t give the video up.

When they asked if she knew who would have done this, the baby did as I told her and told them no.

I wanted to handle that nigga myself, and I made it clear to Eriss there were consequences for what he did, and I hope she understood what I really meant. That nigga dug his own grave.

Marco joined Zyleek, looking over my truck. “What you gon do?” he asked.

“Shiiid, ain’t like I can’t walk in a dealership and get a new truck today.” I ran my hands down my face.

“Aww, that nigga gotta pay,” Zyleek exhaled. “Who did this shit?”

“Eriss’ salty ass baby daddy. I punched his ass down when he tried keeping her son from her, so he had no business here. I’ma handle that, though.”

“We,” Zyleek expressed, frowning. “You ain’t finna leave me off bad and bougie.”

Marco’s jaw dropped as he just stared at Zyleek in awe. I was so used to that niggas antics.

“You still fighting a fucking case your damn self, nigga. Worry ‘bout that and those kids. Don’t need you drawing any more attention to yourself than you already do,” I grumbled, eyeing him.

I couldn’t take Leek getting into any more bullshit right now.

He was a damn wildcard, but I needed him to heed my warning. I got this.

Zyleek grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Aight.”

I shook my head, not feeding into his bullshit. Marco, who had been listening quietly ‘cause that’s what he does, spoke up. “You don’t need any problems either, boss man.”

“You right, but I’m touchin’ that nigga, though.” Pointing to my truck, I said, “Gon ‘head and load my baby up. Let me go let Eriss know I’m headed back to Love Grove wit’ y’all so I can see ‘bout another truck or some.”

Marco’s head bobbed, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Aight, I got you, Zyro. Be careful, nigga.”

“Always am. I’m not that reckless ass nigga,” I chortled, chucking my chin Leek’s way. He was sparking a blunt. “Nigga, what I told you ‘bout riding wit’ anything on you. You give these muhfuckas a reason every time. Then you gon drag Marco down wit’ you.”

“Maaan, fuck them,” he said with a flick of his wrist. “Is she yo’ girl now? Left eye?”

Before I could stop myself, I popped that nigga in the jaw with a mean right, the impact sending a sharp pain up my arm. He stumbled back, his now low eyes as wide as they could get with surprise. before a smirk spread across his face. Ol’ crazy ass nigga.

“You need to go lie on someone’s damn couch,” I told him, pointing a finger in his face. “Don’t say that shit no mo’. Don’t disrespect Eriss at all, Leek,” I warned.

“I just be fuckin’ playin’, damn. I bet she has a sense of humor ‘cause yo’ ass don’t,” he huffed before pulling on the blunt. “Aight. Aight.”

With that, I turned and walked back to the house before dipping off. Eriss was in the kitchen, and Ermias was at the table eating his jelly and buttered toast. When Eriss saw me, she rushed to me.

“Zyro, I am so sorry,’ she apologized.

Gently, I grabbed her chin, pushing her against the counter with my body. “I don’t ever want to hear you apologizing to another nigga, Eriss. This ain’t yo’ doing, feel me?”

She nodded quickly before a moan escaped from her beautiful mouth.

“Are you leaving with them?” she asked.

“Yeah, I need a new truck,” I said low enough so Ermias wouldn’t hear. His feelings might be crushed ‘bout that one out there.

“You got it like that?” she asked, brow raised.

I simpered. “Do I?” I pecked her lips and let her go. “Make sure the alarm is always set when y’all are here and not here. This weekend y’all comin’ back up there wit’ me, and yes, I’m telling you.”

Eriss offered a smile. “Okay. I feel safer wit’ you anyway. That kind of shook me up. Ermias has no idea what even happened while he was sleeping. Imagine…”

I stopped her. “Don’t imagine that, baby. He good. You good. You won’t have to worry ‘bout that shit after today.”

“Are you…”

Again, I stopped her, but with another peck to the lips. “Don’t ask me anything you know you don’t want the answer to, love. I gotta go, but do as I asked. Text me on yo’ lunch break or some.”

With one more kiss to her lips, I headed out of the kitchen, told Ermias I’ll talk to him later, and walked out of the house before Leek's crazy ass came in.

My new baby rolled smoothly as I left the lot. She was just like my old one, but instead of a 2024, I got a 2026. As I merged onto the highway, I glanced down at my phone when it lit up and saw Conrad’s name flash across the screen. I hit the answer button and placed the call on speaker.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice calm.

“Good news, Zyro,” he began. “The charges against Zyleek have been dropped. They knew that shit was bullshit from the start and knew it wouldn’t hold up in court. The prosecution decided they didn’t have enough evidence to move forward.”

“That’s some good shit, but we knew that. So what’s the plan? How can we get Zyleek justice ‘cause that was some fucked up shit. My boy missed the whole family reunion, and Mama ain’t letting that shit go. She wants blood, and I aim to give it to her.”

Conrad sighed, his voice tinged with a hint of caution. “Zyro, you know I’m all for justice, but we need to be smart about this. We can’t just go after these people with guns blazing. We need a plan, something that will stick.”

“Shit, picking the wrong man up off of some guess is the glue,” I snapped. I leaned back in my seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I hear what you sayin’, but you also know me, Conrad. I’on play ‘bout my family.”

There was a pause on the other end before Conrad spoke again. “I understand. Let’s do this the right way.”

I snickered. “Aight. Once he gets that bread ‘cause I’ma make sure he gets that, all bets are off.”

“I didn’t hear that,” he mumbled.

“Sure you did.” I ended the call and felt a sense of determination. I was gon make sure Leek got the justice he deserved.

A video call I’d been waiting for all day came in next.

“Hey, pretty lady,” I said with a grin as soon as Eriss’ face was on my screen.

“Hey,” she said. I noticed her background was not of a place of business, but instead, her bedroom.

“Why you not at work?”

“I was having a lot of pain, and I don’t know how I left my drop on the bathroom sink. They told me I could go home and rest. My job really works with me and my condition,” Eriss answered.

I nodded, my expression softening with concern. “Damn, baby, I’m sorry to hear that. You okay now? You need anything?”

Eriss offered a small smile. “Just you, but I can wait until the weekend.”

I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on the road. I was on the way back to my shop to check on shit. We were down to two vehicles that were brought in yesterday. Oil changes, tire rotations, and other shit were done daily, so we were never not busy.

“You ain’t gotta wait until the weekend, love. I can see you every day if you want me to. I need to put some miles on this truck.”

“Oh!” She jolted up. “You got a new truck already?”

“Yeah, it’s the same as my last, just a 2026,” I told her, turning into the shop’s lot. I drove to the back, where the owner and employees parked.

“Just a 2026,” she mocked. “That’s big shit.”

“Light work,” I snickered. “You sure you gon be okay though? Do you need me to send you something? Food?”

Eriss shook her head. “I’m just gon lay down until I get Ermias. I’ll probably take him out to eat ice cream or something.”

I killed the engine and opened the door. “Send me your Cash App, Venmo, Zell…”

Eriss groaned. “No.”

“Do what the fuck I said, love. It’s just money. I’m not giving you my kidney… Although I would if you really needed it.” We chuckled in unison.

After releasing an agitated breath, Eriss replied, “Fine.”

“Aight, baby. Let me see what’s goin’ on in this shop and I’ll talk to you later. Send me that info right now, though, so I can go ahead and send it.”

“You’re so bossy,” Eriss fussed. She was now in her bathroom, putting her hair in a high ponytail. “I need to take this out.”

“And I’ll send you money to get it redone, or if you want to wear your natural hair, I’ll get that shit done too.”

“Let me find out you trick,” she gagged, causing me to roar with laughter.

“Fuck no, but for you… Call me Trick Daddy.”

We laughed again before we said our ‘see you laters’ and ended the call.

Eriss obliged and sent me her Venmo. I sent her five hundred and told her to get ice cream, book her hair appointment, and if she wanted her nails done, go do that too.

Of course, she had some pushback, but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

I was gonna roll up on Eriss and Ermias later since I was now in their city.

When I said I would handle that nigga, I meant that.

Marco had a homegirl, Lee Lee, who needed help with bills, so I had a proposition for her.

I had eyes on that nigga, Delion, all day.

It was nine thirty and his ass was at a bar downtown.

Lee Lee’s job was to lure that nigga out of the club like she was gon let him fuck.

Lead him right to the rented car Marco was in.

Marco was gon put him in the fuckin’ trunk and bring his ass to me.

I hit Marco up, making sure everything was still in motion.

“Everything smooth?” I quizzed, soon as he picked up.

“Smooth as gravy,” he replied. “Leek gon be pissed.”

I chuckled. “He's a hothead.”

“Already knowin’. I’ll hit you up when I’m en route.”