Page 63 of On Me: Crew's Story

“Yeah, I got it! Just stay back there and take your time.”

I jumped up from the couch and answered the door.

Standing in the doorway, almost as tall as me, was Gio punk ass. He had cut his hair down slap bald, trying to look cleaned up like he was a good man and not a snake ass bitch.

“Yo, what up, playa?” he greeted me, sticking his hand out.

“Don't, what's up, me nigga. I heard what type of nigga you really on, and I ain’t fucking with that shit.” My pistol in my back pocket felt like it was burning a hole in my back.

“What are you talking about?”

He tried to play crazy, but I didn’t even respond. I just grabbed the nigga and snatched him into the house, slamming him against the wall.

“Yo! You tripping, Crew. Take your hands off me.”

“Shut the fuck up, nigga.”

I pulled my gun out of my back pocket and shoved the steel straight under his chin.

“Crew?” my Mama called from the hallway. I wasn’t supposed to grab him up in here, and the plan was to lure him out of the house before I collared him up. I just couldn’t help myself. Looking at this nigga face gave me a feeling I couldn’t fuckin stand. A feeling I just had to get off my chest with bloodshed.

“Crew baby, was there anybody at the door?” My mama asked again.

“Yeah, Debbie, it’s me!”

“Nigga, didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” I pressed the barrel under his chin even harder.

“You are tripping, Crew!”

He replied, and my mama finally came around the corner.

“Crew, what the hell is going on?” She asked, panic rising in her voice.

“Mama, this doesn’t have anything to do with you. Me and this nigga about to go for a ride. Just sit down and relax. I’ll take you to get some tea tomorrow.”

“Why, tell me what’s going on in here!”

“He has a gun on me!”

“A gun! Crew, have you lost your mind?” I could tell her face was balled up even though I wasn’t looking in her direction.

“No, this nigga lost his fuckin mind coming over here knowing what he's trying to do behind my back. I’m about to show you how the fuck I get down. I’m not Hov. I won’t stop shooting when I miss.”

“Well, okay then killer. You are a killer, then kill me right here in front of your fuckin Mama and spill blood on her floor like a monster.”

“You think I won’t, nigga? Paying somebody to clean that shit up won’t be nothing to me.”

I cocked the gun, ready to blow this nigga head off right here since he was calling my bluff. That was the worst thing you could do to a nigga like me who hates to lose. I hate to be called out like I’m pussy when I’m the furthest thing from that.

“Mama, go back to your room. Let me handle this nigga.”

Gio started laughing in a grimy, nervous laugh that pissed me off even more.

“Mama, go back to your room!

“Crewshon no! Please don’t do this!”

“Mama, go to your room!” I yelled at her louder than I ever have in my life.

“No, I am not going to my room! You cannot murder him, Crew!”

“And why the fuck can’t I? Because he's been over here macking your ass!”

“No Crew! You can’t do that because he is your father!”

“What?”

“Gio is your dad! This is the man you’ve been wanting around for your entire life! Please don't do this, Crewshon! Please!”

To be Continued.