Page 23 of June: When Gangstas Collide
Pierre and Bleek were already at Seven to Da Cove when I pulled up. A part of me felt bad for leaving Indigo because she was finally accepting me back, but with the news Pierre shared, I knew that I had a bigger issue on my hands. I hopped out of the car and walked inside the building. The contractors had replaced the doors and windows on the outside, but still needed to do the inside. Every time I stepped into this muhfucka looking like this, it pissed me off.
I dapped both Bleek and Pierre up. I studied Bleek’s face to see if Pierre might have mentioned Ishmael to him, but how lost he looked, I could tell he didn’t know.
“What’s up, man? You said it was urgent, so I’m here.”
Bleek looked like he hadn’t slept in days. I figured Tania’s crazy ass finally let him get Hope, and she hadn’t let him get any sleep.
“You straight? You look like shit.”
“Nah nigga I’m not actually. Whatever this shit is, it had better be important. Synai left again because I know she is sick of Tania’s shit, and I don’t blame her. I had her location, but she turned the shit off, so I don’t know where the fuck she is.”
Bleek was cursed. Since he parted with Tania, his life has been in shambles. If misery loves company, Bleek and Tania would be highlighted.
“I will see if I can find her. You and Tania need to work some shit out or take her ass to court.”
He nodded.
“You’re right, ‘cause Shorty is making my life a living hell. I agreed to throw Hope a party, and hell, I’m scared that shit is going to blow up in my face. Anyways, what’s the move?”
I glanced over at Pierre, and he nodded. I turned to Bleek, “I think Naheem killed Pops.”
Bleek’s head flew back, “Nah, hell nah. Why would he kill him? He didn’t even know him.”
Pierre came around.
“Look, the Cove has some fucked up history beyond Angela and Grace, their shit was surface level, but Naheem’s history is much deeper. Yo Pops,”
he pointed to Bleek.
“And Naheem were best friends. The nigga left your mom for Angela.”
Bleek stepped back like he saw a ghost.
“So Naheem’s bitch ass put my father down because of Angela?”
All of it sounded fucked up, and I knew the shit hurt. We were both young when Ishmael was killed. Ishmael always gave us the attention we needed. He never slacked on his role as a father. He was the picture-perfect role model, and maybe those memories are the ones I held on to, making me believe he was my dad. Bleek looked at me, “Bishop, that nigga got to go.”
I shook my head.
“I know bro, I know.”
I regretted not putting a bullet in Naheem earlier. However, with him, you had to play your cards right. Naheem was an evil nigga, but he was smart. So if he wanted to play, then we could play.
Pierre turned to Bleek, “I’m sorry, but there was no way I knew this shit and didn’t tell y’all. Shit, my auntie was sleeping with your grandpa, and then came Quinton.”
The thought of Quinton being my uncle fucked my head up because of all people, a nigga I didn’t like was related to me. I was happy Pierre put his ass down.
“Yo mom knows a lot of shit. I wonder if she knows about that shit we went to the other night. Can you find out?”
“I’ll ask. What’s the move?”
“Naheem’s talking a lot about money moves. I want to know more. He’s going to get put down, but not until I figure out what the fuck he got me into.”
Bleek glanced at me.
“The nigga’s clock is ticking, Bop, so figure the shit out or I’m killing his ass myself,”
he said before walking out of the lounge.
“P, I need more info on what your mom knows. Tell Best to do me a solid.”
“I got you.”
Things were happening around me, and I was beginning to feel like I did the day I found out Indigo was a King. My life felt like it was crashing so fucking fast.