Page 14 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

T onight was the night. Reesie and I were dressed to work and were headed to the lower side.

Our final mission was the nigga ‘Kidd’. Tonight was the night I was about to put down on that nigga to.

All it took was for me to give a very reliable source a few hundred dollars and they told me everything I needed to know, where he lived and where he kept everything.

The money and the product; how dumb could he be to keep all of that shit in his house?

I thought to myself. The coke must’ve really been getting to his head.

We pulled up to a decent neighborhood that was filled with mostly white folks.

“You want me to go?” Reesie asked.

I looked at her and smiled at how thorough she was and always down to have my back. “You always ask me that and I tell you the same thing all the time.”

“I told you, I’ll die for you Meek. That’s how much I love you.” She said sincerely.

“I know Reesie and that’s why I love you.

That’s real.” I told her. I knew she probably felt a little distance coming from me over the past couple of weeks.

Truth was, I couldn’t get Kisha off of my mind.

I grabbed everything that I needed. The grey Benz that he normally drove wasn’t there; however, the white one was.

“Stay close to your phone Reesie, and if anything looks crazy shoot first and ask questions later.”

“I know Meek.” She giggled.

I was cautious when I jogged across the street to the house.

Everything was dark except for the one light coming from the side.

I took my time and bent down until I reached that window to see if anyone was in there.

When I leaned up aiming my gun just in case I had to shoot, I was in for a disturbing surprise.

The pretty light skin was leaned back with her head resting on the couch, and a pile of coke sat at the table in front of her.

I knew motherfucking well I wasn’t looking at who I thought I was looking at. My heart broke in a million pieces.

“Kisha!” I used the butt of my gun and shattered the glass.

If they did have an alarm system, that shit didn’t ring off.

That’s what I meant; stupid niggas thought they couldn’t be touched.

“Kisha! Kish! Get up baby!” I yelled as I climbed through the window and ran to her side.

I was fucked up, what was she doing in this nigga’s house anyway?

Her eyes were partly open, and visible snot ran down her nose.

I couldn’t believe this shit. “Fuck!” I was still holding my gun in my hand as I gently picked her up into my arms. She was so out of it, she didn’t even realize that somebody was in the house.

I was gonna kill that nigga Kidd, I knew this was all him.

“Meek!” Reesie yelled standing at the window pointing her gun. “I heard a glass shatter.”

“Meet me at the front door.” I told her grabbing the blanket from the couch and throwing it over her body.

She only wore a tiny housedress, and her feet weren’t covered by anything at all.

I felt my heart burning as I walked to the door opening it.

Reesie was right there. I looked down and noticed the pair of Chanel slides sitting by the door. “Grab them.” I told her.

She picked them up and followed me without asking questions. That was the shit about Reesie, she did what was told and asked questions later. We ran out to the car, and I laid Kisha on the back seat getting back there with her. “Drive for me baby.” I said to Reesie.

She hopped in and drove us out of there as quick as we came. All I could do was look in Kisha’s face and rub her pretty hair. I couldn’t wait to get back to the house; this was really fucking with me. “Kish.” I whispered.

She opened her eyes slightly and closed them back. I removed the mask so she could look in my face. “Kish.” I said. “Why Kish?” I asked her.

She popped her eyes open again and smiled. “Meek?” She asked in a hoarse voice. She then looked sad and closed her eyes back. “I’m tired Meek.”

“You can’t give up baby. You came too far.” I told her using my shirt to wipe her face.

Reesie pulled the visor down and looked through the mirror. “Is she okay?”

“She’s tough Reesie, she’ll be okay.” I looked out of the window and noticed how quick we made it back to the Eastside.

The rubber from the tires burned when we pulled into the driveway and in the garage.

I opened the door and hopped out holding Kisha in my arms. She was still knocked out and I wouldn’t try to force her up out of it.

She needed to sleep this off. I walked her inside of the house from the side door and laid her on the bed in our guest-room then pulled the covers over her and went to talk to Reesie since I knew she was waiting and had questions.

She stood leaned up against the wall with her arms folded across her chest in deep thought.

When she heard me coming, she looked up at me.

“So that’s the famous Kisha, huh? I’ve seen her picture every day hanging right there on that wall, but in person, she’s even prettier.

What happened back there Meek? What was she doing at Kidd’s house? ”

I sat on the couch and put my face in the palm of my hands. Just a few weeks ago Kisha was okay, I wondered what the fuck could’ve possibly happened that shit just turned into this. “I don’t know Reesie, shit I have to wait until she can talk.”

“Give her some black coffee or something.” She suggested.

I shook my head. “Nah, no coffee. She gotta come up out this shit on her own.”

“So, is she living here now or what?” She asked.

I finally looked up at her, this wasn’t like her to ever be concerned enough to ask all of these questions.

“I don’t know Reesie, like why you trippin’?

I know you ain’t trippin’…right? Cause if don’t nobody else know, you know Kish is my friend and always will be no matter what. She had me and I got her.”

“I’m not trippin’ Meek.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just saying, I live here too so this would be something I need to know.”

“Come here.” I told her.

She sat her gun on the coffee table and then sat on my lap. “I’m here.”

“I know that, and you know I thank you for everything baby.” I let her know, she was appreciated more than she knew. “I need one more favor.”

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Stay here with Kisha for me. I gotta go handle something.” I said lifting her from my lap.

She gave me that look. “You’re going to kill Kidd, aren’t you?”

What was understood didn’t need to be explained. “I’ll be back.” I tucked the gun in the small of my waist and walked out.

The drive back to the bottom was even longer then the first time.

Visions of Kisha lying on the couch clouded my mind making me go into more of frenzy as my trigger finger itched.

Kidd’s bitch ass was about to get it, that nigga was heading for self-destruct any fucking way.

I turned the corner and was back on his dark street, but instead of making a move, I waited.

The nigga was home, and I knew this because the car was back, and he stood outside of his broken window with a flashlight bouncing off of it.

I assumed he was checking the damage out.

I watched with anticipation; I was gonna have to do this right.

Three hours later and the repair guy that he called to fix the window had finally left.

An hour later, Kidd was speeding out of the driveway and back up the hill.

I knew he was pissed and probably looking for his coke head princess and since I knew he wouldn’t find her, I waited because the nigga had to come back sooner or later.

I didn’t know how long I was out that bitch waiting, but when the sun came up, it shined down bright on my face waking a nigga up with the roosters and baking me like some morning biscuits.

I yawned and sat up in the seat squinting my eyes. This nigga still wasn’t back yet.

It didn’t matter though, I had to piss, and I was hungry, but I wasn’t leaving. I contemplated walking over to a bush to relieve my bladder when all of a sudden, his car sped past me and into the driveway. Bingo!

I put on my black gloves and popped the glove compartment open to grab my other gun, making sure that I tucked them both on me.

With my hands in my pockets, I casually walked up the block and straight to the front door.

I didn’t have time to play with this nigga, wasn’t gonna be no breaking and entering or none of that bullshit.

I reached the top step on the porch and knocked on the door three times waiting a few seconds. No answer.

I tried my luck and rang the doorbell another three times.

No answer. What the fuck was this nigga doing?

I thought. I grabbed the doorknob and was shocked when that shit actually opened.

This nigga was high; he had to be, he was way too careless.

I remembered it visually when I walked in.

I looked at the couch that I found Kisha on, the fucking coke was still on the table and this shit was getting me hot.

I took my time pointing my gun carefully just in case this nigga was trying to pull a fast one.

I was gonna bust his ass to the white meat.

It looked like he walked in and took his clothes right off because the trail led directly to the master suite and just like I thought, the nigga was knocked out on the bed, on his back, butt ass naked with his dick standing straight up in the air.

I adjusted my gloves and walked closer to his sorry ass as he snored with coke on the tip of his nose.

I took one aim at his dick and let loose firing one single shot. Pow! His eyes flew open, and he grabbed it with both hands as blood gushed. The nigga was so high on coke that he probably didn’t realize how painful the shit was. His eyes were wide open when he looked at me.

“Nigga! You shot me! You fucking shot me!” He yelled in disbelief hopping up off the bed. I put one in his kneecap. Pow!

“Sit your flaw ass down!” I yelled.

“Ahhh, shit man!” He now grabbed his kneecap falling back on the bed holding it. “Okay! Okay! What the fuck you want man? Everything is in the attic, take it and get the fuck out my crib yo!” He said with wide eyes and tears. Blood was everywhere.

I was so mad I think I was foaming out the mouth. I walked closer looking in his eyes. “I’m gonna take that shit anyway; that still won’t make you keep your life.” I balled my lips up and stood over him.

“I don’t even know you, nigga!” He barked.

I chuckled. “Oh, you awake now, huh?” I shook my head. “Nigga, you just sad.”

He used his free hand to wipe his nose as he sniffed in between cried. “I just told you everything you want to know man, get the fuck out my crib! Call an ambulance, do something! Just don’t let me die!” He begged.

“You was right when you said you don’t know me.” I said. “But I know somebody who you may definitely know and she’s real important to me, my nigga. Just because you want to be a coke head don’t mean you had to turn Kisha into one.”

He stopped squirming when I said her name. “Kisha? Where the fuck is she? Where’s my little young girl? I own that bitch! She set me up? I’mma kill her ass.” He was crying again.

“Nah nigga, she’s not your bitch or anybody else’s. You’ll never get the chance to treat her like one again.” I put the gun to his head. “I’m Meek, remember me nigga. I’ll see you on the other side.”

Pow!

That was my final shot. I watched this clown take his last breath and went straight to his attic to clear that shit out.

Another one off the checklist and this was now more personal than business.

I made my way out the door and back to my truck in this quiet ass neighborhood deserted away from everybody.

He thought this spot would be a good hideout; he was wrong, and he fucked with the wrong person.