Page 22 of Half Sight Whole Heart

“Already.” I hung up and sat back in my truck. I wanted to call Eriss so I could pass the time, but I needed to be focused on the task at hand.

Once Marco had that nigga in the trunk and headed to me, I would be waiting inside the vacant house, ducked off in the woods.

I took a moment to appreciate the irony of the situation.

That nigga thought he was untouchable even though I’d already put hands on him, but he had no idea who the fuck he was messing with.

He had no idea who I was before I turned into businessman Zyro.

I was gon make sure he regretted every decision that led him to even thinking he was gon take Ermias from his mama and to shoot at my truck in front of her damn house with her and him inside.

He was gon regret all that before his last breath.

Almost two hours later, the headlights of the rental car cut through the darkness as Marco pulled up to the abandoned house. I stepped out of my truck with my Glock, my eyes narrowing as I approached the vehicle. The engine stopped, and Marco exited. He wore a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Lee Lee gon come through every time,” he chirped.

“I appreciate her, too. Sending her the money right now.” I pulled out my phone and sent Lee Lee the two thousand to her account that Marco had given me.

A grim smile played on my lips when Marco popped the trunk, my mind already racing with the slow death he was about to endure.

“I knock him out,” Marco chuckled. “He ain’t know what hit him when she brought him over to the car he thought was hers. He thought he was finna fuck some pussy.”

“Cheatin’ ass fuck nigga,” I muttered. If his other baby mama knew better, she wouldn’t cry when he doesn’t come home tonight.”

Delion was stirring awake. When he realized he was in a tight, confined space, he began to spazz. His eyes widened with fear and confusion when they landed on the grand reaper. Me.

“‘Sup, fuck nigga,” I greeted him, pulling him out by the collar of his shirt, hauling him out with a rough jerk. “We have some unfinished business to tend to.”

Delion struggled until I placed the Glock to his temple.

“I’m sorry. Let me go, and won’t go anywhere near Eriss and Ermias. I’ll sign my rights over. Just let me go,” he begged.

“Shit, you never had rights as soon as I knew I wanted to make her my woman. All that shit was cut off, nigga,” I snorted, frowning at his ass. Motioning toward the house with my head, I said, “Let’s go. If you scream out like the bitch you are, I swear I’ll blow your head off.”

With him stumbling in front of me, I walked behind him with my shit pointed at his back. Marco kicked the door in with two swift, hard kicks. He had a bag with him that contained two candles for light. Marco lit them, and Delion’s eyes darted around the room wildly.

“Please, man, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I was just bitter. I loved Eriss, and I fucked up. Please don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.

I chuckled angrily, a cold and bitter sound escaping. “You think you can just walk away from this shit and all goes away? Nigga, you one dummy. Why the fuck you shoot at my shit where yo’ kid lay his head?”

“I…I wasn’t thinking. I was bitter seeing you around my kid.”

“Nah, nigga. You didn’t know I was gon be there that night. Who the fuck did you have that gun fo’? You thought you were gon shoot Eriss until you saw my damn truck parked out there, huh?” I tapped my temple. “Yeah, I’m a smart nigga.”

I reached my gun out to Marco. He took it from me.

“Let’s fight, nigga. I’m gon let you get yo’ one wit’ me,” I told him.

His eyes bugged in disbelief. I moved a chair out of the way to give him some space and opportunity. His eyes darted from me to Marco and slowly back over to me.

“You don’t have a choice. We gon fight regardless. Like a predator, I circled him. “You look pussy, but maybe there’s more to you than I think. Come whoop my ass, nigga,” I taunted, knowing damn well I was about to beat the fuck out of him. I was gon crush some bones in the process.

Delion swung at me, a wild and desperate attempt to land a hit. I dodged that shit easily, my reflexes quick. I countered with a jab to his ribs, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles.

He grunted out in pain, leaning over and holding his side, coughing. Thinking I was the next Karate Kid, I kicked him dead in his face, and he went flying backward.

“Fuuuck!” Marco dragged loudly. “Damn, nigga!”

“Get up!” I barked. “We ain’t done.”

Delion slowly shook his head no.

Huffing, I lunged at him, my fist flying in a fury of punches, and I wasn’t letting up. I hit that nigga in the face, the stomach, the chest, and his ribs again. I didn’t stop until Marco yelled out, “That nigga peeing on himself, Zyro!”

I reached my hand out, and he placed the cold steel in my hand.

“Please n—”

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

I emptied my clip in that nigga, riddling his body with bullets. Delion’s body jerked and twisted as his eyes popped out of their sockets. It was a gruesome sight to see.

Standing over his lifeless body, the echoes of the gunshots were still ringing in my ears.

His eyes were wide with terror, frozen in a final moment of horror.

I smirked at the sight. The room was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood.

Each bullet I had released, found its mark with ruthless precision, and I hoped I would never have to get out body again like this, but behind my family, my girl, and her boy… I would.

With that, I turned and started for the door.

“Burn this shit up,” I told Marco. “To the muhfuckin’ ground.”

I was at Eriss’ home in thirty-five minutes, sitting outside on her porch, smoking. The front door opened after I had sat out there for five minutes.

“I saw you pull up,” she said. “Thought you might need some space since you didn’t come in right away.

” Her face was filled with a look of concern and curiosity.

“Everything…okay?” she asked. I was taking my final pill from my blunt.

I didn’t respond just yet, and she sat next to me, her gaze soft as she tugged my head to face her by the hair on my chin.

I finally asked, “Eriss, I don’t ever need space from you. You aight?”

“Are you?” she shot back. “Why is your fist bruised like that?”

“Don’t ask shit you don’t want to know, baby. How is your pain?”

She exhaled. “On a scale from zero to ten, a three, but I’m managing.”

“Do you need to see a doctor? Let me know what I can do to help you.”

“Help me by grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting these tracks out of my head. Mahlia had to work over,” she responded, standing. “C’mon.”

I grabbed the ashed blunt ‘cause I made sure not to leave even the roaches where her son might play. Standing to my feet with my bag I had brought with me, I grabbed Eriss back to me.

“I ain’t even get my kiss.”

Standing on her toes, she poked her lips out. That ain’t what I wanted. I wanted to explore her mouth and let her suck on my bottom like she did.

I pecked her lips and then snaked my tongue inside while gripping her ass, pushing her up against me so she could feel how hard she had me.

“Is my son asleep?” I asked.

Eriss giggled. “Your son?”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?”

She tossed her head back, her ponytail falling. “You did. He adores you so much.

“That’s my homeboy,” I said, trailing Eriss inside the house, the coolness relieving me from how warm my body was. The adrenaline from earlier still there.

“You ate?” Eriss questioned, turning her head to the side.

I shook my head. “Not since earlier, but I am hungry.”

“I cooked steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls.”

“Gah damn. Let me shower, and then I’ll be ready to eat. I want dessert after.”

“I didn’t…oh!” Eriss’ face reddened.

I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah, that dessert.”

“You’re so nasty,” she hissed with a smile.