Page 30 of June: When Gangstas Collide

Chevy showing up to my house was expected, but for the nigga to snuff me, no.

I could have easily hit his ass back, but what was the point when the damage that was done cut the nigga way deeper.

After seeing what I saw tonight, I knew he would become more of a problem, but that little nigga Dionysus was a menace.

He was the one I needed to keep my eye on because, without Chevy around, he would be out here moving recklessly.

Which meant I needed to keep my eye on Keith.

The nigga had it in him, but not like Dionysus.

When Keith stepped inside, I could see his wheels turning.

“I. Don’t. Like. That. Nigga!”

he shouted.

“Bop, you said it’s about Samara, but this shit is no longer about her. It’s about his ass showing up everywhere. His ass is trying to boss up on me, and what I’m not about to do is let a nigga like him,”

he pointed outside the door.

“Boss up on a nigga like me.”

I knew this shit with Chevy had gone too far because now it was affecting the young niggas.

It was as if the cycle was repeating itself all over again.

I needed time to think because the right thing to do would be to figure out how to prevent Keith from going down this same rabbit hole, but what my pride was telling me to do was to stand on business.

I turned to Keith, “Let me figure this shit out.

You stay out of the way.

I need you to trust me.

I’m not saying you’re soft, but you cannot handle a nigga like Dionysus, you can’t, and that’s me saying it with love.”

I grabbed my keys, picked up Lulu, and left the house.

I needed a mental fucking break.

I needed Indigo.

I needed my baby because she knew how to keep me in the right headspace.

As I drove through the city, I was able to take it in truly.

Parkside Cove was dying.

The life had been sucked out of it.

There were more abandoned houses and businesses, fewer people, and it was becoming a no-man’s-land.

What Dionysus said began to play on me.

I had been so focused on everything else, but it was my city that was dying.

My niggas were out here hungry, starving to survive, and I hadn’t carried one single soul on my back but Indigo.

Here it was, I was determined to stand on the Prince name, but wasn’t doing anything to serve as a prince, and that shit was starting to fuck with me.

I was holding onto the Prince name, but moving as an Avery.

The last name Avery was a curse, it was a stigma over my head, and the shit was leading me nowhere.

The more I thought about it, the more Naheem popped up, and I wanted his ass gone because he was the curse.

I needed him to do me one solid before his ass was put to sleep forever.

I had turned the corner to make my way toward his house when I spotted Indigo.

The fuck is she doing? I slowed down as I watched her walk up the block.

If Indigo walked into a trap house, I was going to lose my shit.

Had she relapsed? My stomach dropped as I watched how she clung to her sweater and her head swiveled left and right like she didn’t want anyone to see her.

Indigo looked bad and a part of me hated that she had pushed me away.

When she stopped in front of a building, she paused before walking in.

Indigo had to be going through something much deeper than her and I.