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I didn’t call Perc because I wanted to handle this shit on my own.

Being the oldest it was time for me to get rid of the problem.

Perc had his own issues going on and I didn’t want to add to it making him leave Merci to come with me.

My pops routine had gone back to normal somewhat so I knew I could find him on the block gambling.

I was going to wait until he snorted up his powder and drunk all his liquor.

It was the same shit that got him in so much debt in the streets that I ended up having to pay for the shit just so the nigga could see the next day.

I knew him taking out those insurance policies and shit had everything to do with another debt he needed to pay off.

The streets knew not to fuck with me about my pops and his issues.

I was already aware of how he dogged me and Perc's name out in the hood. Nigga hated our guts, but I was the reason he was still breathing, and the loan sharks hadn’t cut his body in pieces and fed them to their dogs.

It was because of me the nigga was able to still make a lil’ money gambling and show his face.

My goddamn name held all the weight, and I had long since left the streets.

From my car, I watched him snort a few lines off his hand and swallow down his E&J.

It was his favorite liquor. He used down a fifth and come home raising hell like we wanted to hear that shit.

Once Perc and I started getting a little size on us, he wouldn’t fuck with us.

He knew not to fuck with our mama either so I guess that’s when he would go be super dad with Blessyn and Merci.

I looked just like him that he made my blood boil.

Thankfully, my sons will never get to know his ass.

The sun had gone completely down as the niggas started losing their money, the crowd started dwindling.

Whenever my pops started losing, he would start talking fast and doing slick shit.

His money was gone but he wanted to smooth talk his way into another game.

He wasn’t drunk but he was tipsy and high.

I was going to give him another hour before he climbed into his car and attempted to drive himself home.

All he needed to win was forty dollars of his money back and he would be good.

I always called him a forty-dollar nigga. He was worse than the hoes.

Two hours later, he staggered to his car.

I couldn’t kill his ass here. I mean I could have and none of these muthafuckas would care but I also knew that a nigga would take an award from the police just to get me off the streets.

I pulled off behind him. He was so high he probably never noticed that I was behind him.

He ran a few red lights so I stayed behind so I wouldn’t be obvious.

If he was going home, I knew he was living in a rundown house not too far from here.

I had someone hack into his bank account and empty out all the money he had left.

He wasn’t about to continue to live a lavish life off the money that my kids and nieces and nephews could live off. He had me all the way fucked.

It didn’t take me long to catch up to him pulling over for gas.

I went ahead and headed to his house since it was only a block up the road.

I backed into a neighbor’s yard so I could look at his house.

A few minutes later, he was parking his car and staggering up to his front door but the cold steel in the back of his head stopped him dead in his tracks.

I sat up in my seat and couldn’t believe what the fuck my eyes were seeing.

I had to hurry up and get out the car just in case something went wrong.

“Bless, baby. Let me handle this,” I slowly walked up behind her.

“No! You know I thought about this shit after you spazzed on me. You’re right, I’ve suffered a lot from the hands of this nigga. I can name them, but I don’t have the time.”

“When did you grow more balls than your nigga. The nigga been watching me all day and ain’t did shit. I thought after he put that bullet in his mama that he had grown a set but he still ain’t bout shit.”

“My mama?”

“Yeah, the bitch that runs the flower shop. I fucked her ass and got her pregnant. Yo mama couldn’t have kids so I told the bitch if she gave you to me, I would tell my wife I found you.

Then I fucked her good pussy ass again and Perc came.

Yo mama found out that I wasn’t just finding fuckin’ babies.

See, you always kill the wrong people. Just like you killed her son. You never kill the right muthafucka.”

“Move, Bless.”

“No, I deserve to pull the trigger,” Blessyn said.

I placed my gun up to his head with my wife. “We both deserve it.”

I looked over at the woman that I wanted to share the rest of my life with and nodded my head. We pulled the trigger at the same time. His head exploded all over the door and us.