Page 44 of June: When Gangstas Collide

I waited in Naheem’s office for him to show up. My gun was loaded and ready for his ass. I checked my watch, and it had been thirty minutes, and he still hadn’t arrived. My patience was wearing thin at this point. I got up from the chair and left his office to look around.

My eyes searched to notice that the only people walking around were his maids.

“Where the fuck is this nigga?”

I mumbled.

Foot to floor, I began to case the house. I stood still for a moment to take in the fact that he wasn’t here until I heard moans. I shook my head because it would be him blowing someone’s back out when we were supposed to meet. I slowly crept up the steps, trying my best not to make a sound. When I reached the top of the step, my head swung toward his bedroom. Step after step, I crept my way closer. Naheem was a sneaky, devilish nigga, and whoever it was behind these doors, I hope she knew who she was giving her pussy to.

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath before pushing it open because I prayed like hell it wasn’t Best. After Pierre shared that the two had been intimate, I didn’t want to see it. My finger touched the door and pushed it open slowly. They rolled around in the silk sheets as I stood there.

“I hope you got your nut shorty because this shit is over,”

I said as the two rolled around in the bed.

She jumped up, snatched the sheets to cover herself, and left Naheem butt ass naked. My eyes landed on her, “Naheem, cover that shit up,”

I said to him while I stared at her.

“Who are you, lady?” I asked.

This was the same woman who tried to pull me off when I was beating Naheem’s ass. I could see him moving out of the corner of my eye.

“She’s the person who got me the favor you asked for,”

he said while moving around.

I was confused, “You work for the prison?”

She sucked her teeth as she got out of bed, making her way toward the bathroom.

“I’m the warden,”

she said as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Now I knew for sure I couldn’t blow his head off right here. I turned to glance at him.

“You’re selling dick for favors?”

“No, I paid for the favor. The pussy was on the house.”

Naheem was a low-down muhfucka, and I’m trying to figure out what Best and my mother saw in him. He tightened his robe before he stepped into his slippers. He walked past me and down the steps.

“My office.”

When we reached his office, he pulled out a cigar as he kicked his feet up on his desk. It was Naheem's boldness that irritated me. The fact that he walked around like he was some fucking king, yet he was the villain. I tried understanding where Anthony came from. I wanted to see the same things, but I couldn’t look past all that Naheem had caused. He was just as much of a monster as my mother.

He smiled proudly.

“You served him those papers? That was good shit. Yeah, I know about it. See, Clark thinks he’s a step ahead of me. He thinks I don’t know about all the shit he’s done. He thinks he’s destroying the legacy my father fucking built when he’s only destroying his own. Bishop, it’s your turn to take on what your grandfather and I started.”

“Naheem, what makes you think I want to step into your shoes? I may have your blood, but I’m nothing like you. I—”

“But you are. You are a calmer version of me, but you, nigga are a product of me. You chased a woman down until you got her, right? So did I. You reigned over a city and have built the respect of your people. So did I. You stopped at nothing to kill a man that ruined your idea of a perfect relationship, well, so did I.”

I pulled my gun from my waist and sat it on the table.

“You killed the man I knew as my father. You killed your best friend over some pussy!”

I shouted.

Naheem’s feet swung, landing on the floor as he pointed at me. “No!”

he barked.

“I killed my best friend over principal, not pussy. The nigga broke the code! You do not forgive those who do you dirty; you seek revenge until you feel satisfied.”

I nodded.

“Humph. Got it.”

Right then, I wanted to shoot him. I wanted the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. He reached into his drawer and slid me another one of those envelopes.

“Your mother and Grace were the last inducted into the Prestige. They are both gone, now it’s you and I, and I expect you to be there.”

“Why would I go? I said I don’t want that shit.”

He smiled, then laughed.

“Nigga you owe me now.”

“Naheem,”

I heard the lady's voice.

He glanced up, “Shelia. How rude of me. This is my son, the heir to my throne. Bishop Avery.”

I stood from the chair, and I eyed him. I smiled widely.

“I will be seeing you, Naheem.”

I knew exactly when and where I was going to kill him, all I had to do was lead him there.