Page 49 of He Thugged Me First

Silently I moved around Mecca’s bedroom trying to get dressed without waking her grumpy hormonal ass up. I fucked that up the minute I dropped my phone off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To handle some shit, go back to bed.” I responded, picking my phone up from the floor. When I looked down at the screen I grimaced, I had fucked around and cracked my screen.

“That’s what you get for trying to sneak out while I’m asleep.” She remarked.

“Wasn’t nobody tryna sneak out while you slept. I just didn’t feel like hearing ya fucking mouth. You’ve been on that grouchy shit all week.” I cut my eyes in her direction.

“Fuck you,” she said before hopping out of the bed and walking into the washroom.

“Imma pass, they say pregnant pussy sends a nigga insane. I ain’t tryna’ send myself nuts.” I finished getting dressed before I glanced her way, before I looked down at my watch.

“You’re already fucking nuts, nigga. Don’t be in denial. That’s why I didn’t think you were cheating on me.”

As soon as she said that she threw me for a loop. “What?” My face was screwed up as I looked at her.

“You’re just as fucked up as I am if not more. You know this, so go handle ya lil business, but you’ll be back here with me.” She smiled spoiled as hell.

The sound of my phone took my attention from her.

When I glanced down, I was looking at Quari call me, but my shit was so cracked I couldn’t even answer the phone.

Grabbing the rest of my shit, I walked over and kissed her forehead before leaving the area.

Seconds later I was walking out of the house to meet this impatient ass nigga.

As soon as I walked out of the lobby, I spotted him parked right out front in the same space he was always in.

“I know your bone headed ass saw me calling you.” He mugged me as soon as I opened the door.

“Yeah, I did but yeen my bitch and?—”

“Bullshit, yeen wanna bring me no Gatorade with ya selfish ass.” He shook his head like that of a disappointed child.

I laughed. “Here you go with this grumpy shit again. You can’t be getting it at home the way yo ass around here acting.”

A slight chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah aight, don’t worry about my shit, you worry about yourself.”

“Fuck all of that, what we need to be making sure is that your ass doesn’t knock this nigga off before we get him to the warehouse. Nigga you need some Coot.” I held my hand up and fingers together and glanced over at him.

“Dumbass you mean couth?” Quari cut his eyes from the road to me.

“Whatever the fuck it was, you know what I meant.” I shrugged my shoulders and looked ahead at the road. It didn’t take long before we pulled up in front of the address we’d gotten from Mazz. Seconds later I spotted him walking up.

He leaned into the window with a serious expression on his face. “How are we gonna get him from here to the warehouse.”

Quari laughed. “Y’all newer than a motherfucker. Just show me his space.” He pushed a button on his console before it slid back and revealed what looked like a thirty-eight.

“All I asked you was not to kill the man, remember the couth?” I asked, putting my head into my hand.

“Ah hell nah, you can’t take the ni—” Mazz started.

“I ain’t finna kill the nigga, just gonna knock his ass out for a few hours.” Quari loaded the gun before we hopped out of his car. I looked around and it was empty as fuck on the streets, this was the perfect time to get things done.

When we walked in the building, we hopped on the elevator and Mazzier pressed number six before the door closed. “So how we post to get this nigga downstairs and into the car?” Mazzier asked.

“Hell if I know, I know, why don’t you ask the nigga with the silver bullets over here.” I cut my eyes in Quari’s direction.

“Damn, I gotta come up with the ideas too?” Quari shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nigga has to have a suitcase or something up there.”

“You just love sticking motherfuckers in bags and shit. Just make sure when I go out, they cremate me. Make sure I don’t end up folded up in this nigga’s backpack.

He is nit fucking Dora and I damn sure ain’t Boots or that fucking map.

” I looked over at Mazzier before I busted up laughing. I was dead ass serious.

He shook his head, as the elevator let us know that we had reached our floor.

The moment the elevator doors opened we stepped off and Mazzier pointed toward the last door of the hall.

The moment we approached the door, it seemed to be opening.

Before he knew it we rushed the door and pushed it open.

He must’ve stepped back because the door came open.

Mazz was the first to cross the threshold and I saw the nigga’s fist collide with Mazzier’s Jaw before he turned around and hit his ass back.

Old boy didn’t even know Quari and I was behind him because he was too busy squaring up with Mazz.

He also didn’t hear me close the door or when Quari popped him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. Off impact, old boy fell to the ground.

I glared over at Quari with a mug. “No Finesse whatsoever.”

“What do you expect? I saw how hard that big nigga hit Mazz, I wasn’t about to go heads up with this nigga.”

“Fuck! I know I’m about to have to hear Gayze’s mouth about this shit.” Mazz looked in the mirror at the bruise already forming on his jaw.

“Now where are we supposed to put Mutombo?” I asked looking down at him. He was out cold against the wooden floor.

Quari started to walk back and forth looking for something to transport him in, but nine times out of ten he didn’t have shit large enough for his big ass. Seconds later I heard bags ruffling and Quari was coming from the back of this man’s house with two big dumb ass garbage bags.

I shook my head but before I could look back at Quari, a big ass case in The corner caught my eye. “Hell nah, I got a better idea.” Seconds later, I pointed toward the large trunk in the corner of the room.

“Now you have ya thinking cap on.” Quari threw the garbage bags that he was in the middle of doubling onto the ground and walked over to grab the trunk.

I watched him roll the trunk over to me before opening it.

As soon as he opened it, a stench so vile that you would’ve thought something was inside of it dead.

When I looked in, it looked clean but the smell coming from it could clear a fucking funeral.

Once we had him stuffed in the trunk, I stood over him and looked from Mazz to Quari who had his shirt over his face. “How do we know he’ll stay asleep?”

“Because of this.” Quari pulled a syringe from his back pocket and quickly jabbed it into the man’s neck. The shit happened so fast before he slammed the trunk and locked the sides.

“His ass will be out for a while.” Quari shrugged. He was so nonchalant about the shit that I couldn’t help but laugh. Laughter escaped my lungs before Mazzier opened the door for us to leave.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy jabbing syringes in motherfucker’s necks.” I gave Quari the side eye.

QUARI

I did thirty-five all the way to the warehouse because I wanted to get this over with.

The more time passed the more I wanted to be home with Love and my daughter.

These days I felt a little different, like I had more to lose than I did before.

That always sat on my brain, that and making sure I’m not wasn’t wasting her time.

Love was it for a nigga like me and I just wanted to show her that.

When I pulled into the warehouse, I hopped out of the car and went around to the back where Kasair met me.

“Probably wanna be easy, you already the way you drove this motherfucker, he’s already dead. You probably broke his neck.”

“Ole reckless driving ass.” Mazzier walked up and helped me get the trunk from the back of my car since Kasair was just standing there.

“But did anybody die?” I looked from Mazzier to Kasair.

When neither of them responded, I shrugged them pulled the trunk toward the doors that separated us from the area Joy was being held in.

Once we entered the room, my nostrils flared at the stench that filled them.

This was the second time today my nose had been shocked like this, I don’t think I could take that shit again.

I stepped back from the case and made sure to stuff my nose in my shirt before Mazzier opened the trunk.

When he opened it, I peeked over into it and Sosa was still knocked out.

I didn’t even understand how he was asleep in that shit.

it meant he was one of those funky ass niggas.

Instead of stepping forward to help them get him out, I crossed my arms and stood back.

I refused to touch his funky ass at this point.

Once they had him up against the wall, I glanced over at Kasair who was watching me.

“How the fuck you good at knocking motherfuckers off and stuffing them in bags and shit, but you can’t take a smell with your nice nasty ass.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “Stop shit talking and wake her ass up.” I pointed over to old girl asleep in the chair. Just looking over at her made me cringe. Nobody had touched her or anything, but shorty smelled like straight garbage can juice.

“How are you gonna wake his ass up? You must’ve given that nigga horse tranquilizers.”