Page 2 of June: When Gangstas Collide

I was hot as fuck as I walked out of the gentlemen’s lounge. If I had a bomb to throw in that muhfucka, I would have. It was the audacity to invite me and the op to share a space. I didn’t know what Clark had up his sleeve, but to use me for whatever sick shit he had planned was the wrong muhfuckin idea.

Dio and I had just gotten in the Caprice and took off.

“You cool, Chev?”

Dio asked.

Cool? Calm? What the fuck was that? A nigga like me didn’t know the meaning of those words. You would think after the surgery, a nigga’s life would have been smooth sailing, but it was the opposite. It reminded me of that black calla lilly. It’s like death was lurking around a corner and waiting to snag me. If the Devil was coming, so was I. I had turned up ten notches since then, and I wasn’t coming down any time soon.

I glanced over at Dio, “I’m straight. You did well in there. I’m proud of you. The making of a—”

Bloaw! Bloaw! Bloaw!

I quickly swerved the Caprice, hitting the first corner I spotted.

“What the fuck was that?”

I gritted as I glanced in the rearview mirror.

Dio stuck his head out of the window.

“Oh shit, it’s that nigga Bishop!”

Bishop had to leave right after we did to catch up with me. Dio fumbled with his gun as he tried to pull it from his waist.

“Tight ass slacks. Chevy whip this bitch, I got this,”

I heard him say.

“Dio! No!”

I shouted.

He had just gone through some traumatic shit, and what I didn’t need was something happening to him. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, and Zeus would never forgive me. Dio stuck his upper body out of the window and fired back.

Bloaw! Bloaw!

“Stop swerving this muhfucka, you making me miss!”

he yelled.

I reached out and snatched his ass back into the car. Dio gritted at me, “Fuck you do that for?”

“Dionysus, no, just hold on.”

I picked up speed, swerving left and right with Bishop on my ass. This nigga was begging to be put to sleep. Maybe it wasn’t my death that was lurking; it’s clear that it had to be Bishop’s, the way he was moving. Every interaction he and I had, someone came in between me smoking his bitch ass. I glanced in the mirror again to see Bishop swerve to get on my side. My head spun to see his car beside me.

“You’re a dead nigga!”

he shouted as he swerved, hitting the side of my Caprice.

I reached under my seat and grabbed my gun. I aimed it out of the window, “Fuck you!”

I shouted back.

Bloaw! Hit the car door. Bloaw! Bullet through the window. Bloaw! Hit the tire.

Bishop veered off, while I sped up. I knew this shit was a dangerous game, but if Bishop, Clark, Naheem, and any of the blues thought they were going to scare me off, they had me fucked up. This was now my home, whether they liked it or not.

It was time to get some shit in order, and I was starting with Clark’s ass.

“You ok?”

Dio asked as I pulled into the driveway.

Was I okay? Fuck no. I found myself in some fucked up elite-style coven with niggas I didn’t even like, and I was now in the driveway of my home, where beyond those walls, Zaria was upset at my actions. However, I was the king, and the king didn’t have time to allow his crown to fall. I merely sucked it all up and kept pushing.

“That was some crazy shit, but I got you, Chev. However, that nigga Keith is going to have to run that fade again. I can’t believe you let that nigga scale your house and get to Mars, but trying to check me for talking to her on my fucking balcony,”

Dio went on as he got out of the car and walked toward his house.

I shook my head because Dio was something else, but much like me at the same time. It’s why I chose him to come with me because he has said a lot of things, but the one thing that stood out was that I could see him leading the team, and the only way to get him in position was to start him now. I must say I wasn’t disappointed.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I glanced at the damage. I knew once Z saw this shit, she was going to flip. Bishop fucked my shit up and made me even more eager to dig off in his ass. As I headed inside the house, I thought about Zaria in the hospital room before I walked off. I’m sure she figured that seeing baby Love would change me in some way. It made me think about our unborn child and Samara. It made me even more willing to do what I needed to; to protect them.

Zaria had been very patient and understanding, doing her best to handle everything from Samara's arrival and the baby she was carrying, to trying to build a relationship with my sisters; whom I honestly didn’t care about. Zaria was wearing the hell out of her crown.

The thing she didn’t understand was my position as her husband was much more than making sure she was set up in a nice house and giving her dick on the daily. I was the protector, and I didn’t give a fuck what that looked like. So if it meant I had to be out here like a fucking lion, for her, I would with no hesitation. I love Zaria with everything in me, and I knew I needed to tell her I was sorry because the thought of her leaving was something I never wanted to think about.

I crept up the stairs, trying my best not to make any noise. I walked to the far end of the hall and lightly tapped on the door. When Samara opened it, I peeked my head inside to see her balcony door open, and I knew she was doing her girly shit with Dio. She looked at me curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

I nodded.

“I’m good, just checking on you.”

She smiled.

“I’m good, talking to Dio. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah.”

She paused.

“Goodnight, Chevy,”

she said before she closed the door.

Samara had become a little piece of light in my life. At first, I wasn’t sure what things would look like for the Calloways when I found out she was coming, but day by day, she grew on me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I stared down the hall at my bedroom door. I had never lied to Zaria, and I didn’t want to start tonight, but me telling her I got in a shootout with Bishop was not an option. There was a thing called pride, and he was beating my ass. When I got to the door, I was hoping that she would be asleep and I could crawl into bed with her, meeting her in our universe once I fell asleep. However, when I cracked the door and saw her sitting Indian-style on the bed, I knew that our meeting spot in our loving place was not happening tonight.