Page 3 of Rhyot & Nyelle (D-Ville Projects #6)

Chapter

Three

Three Years Later

Rhyot had been pissed off from the moment the cops slapped the handcuffs on him.

He was definitely in his head about everything leading up to the arrest. The only thing adding up in his mind was that he had been set up and all fingers pointed to Chop, especially after seeing the plea agreement.

The fact that the BBs still rocked with Chop afterward put a sour taste in Rhyot’s mouth and he made the decision to denounce his association with the Bedford Boys.

Chop had definitely pulled some snake ass shit that could never be forgiven and Rhy wanted nothing more than to put hands and feet on Chop sooner rather than later.

That nigga told Rhy the drop would be a quick “snatch and grab”, meanwhile the whole time the jakes were waiting in the cut like they had already known Rhyot and Nyelle were going to be there that night.

Rhyot was hip to the shit now. Not only had Chop ratted on him to save his own ass and get Rhy out the way, but he kept all of the profit from the licks they had run that week.

Rhyot heard through the grapevine about how Chop had been flashing money, his money , all up and through the hood.

He bought bogus ass jewels and had copped a new whip while moving around the city like he wasn’t walking with a target on his back.

That shit was like spitting in Rhyot’s face. The nigga was moving like he was invincible, like Rhyot wasn’t gon’ touch back down and ask about his funds. Well now he had fucked up. ’Cause now that Rhyot was free, not only did he want his money… he wanted revenge.

Rhy had tucked away a nice amount of change before he got arrested.

Once he was released, he used those funds to get himself together.

He set himself up in a nice little condo in the cut, a stark contrast to the bricks Rhyot grew up in.

Rhyot drove through the city with his windows down, letting the night air brush against his face as his mind spun with all types of murderous thoughts.

He had gotten the drop from his cousin Weez about the whereabouts of Chop’s bitch ass.

He was posted up in the shitty, run down apartments on Barlow Street.

As Rhyot drove into the projects, he noticed it was still live, like they had been every night before he got incarcerated.

Dice games were in rotation, niggas smoking and chopping it up, hoes in every other nigga’s face trying to be seen meanwhile their bad ass kids ran around like it wasn’t late as fuck.

Rhy was on a mission and didn’t have time to stop and talk to muthafuckas.

He did, however, acknowledge a few of the BB’s with a nod.

His eyes scanned the vicinity until they zeroed in on his target, causing an evil grin to spread across his face.

Look at this bitch ass nigga. He thinks shits sweet , Rhyot thought to himself as he eyed Chop who stood on the stoop with two raggedy hood rats, cheesing and laughing without a care in the world.

I got something for his dumb ass . Rhyot clutched the 9mm in his black hoodie as he made his way closer.

“So when you gon’ come by the house?” one of the chicks asked boldly as she brushed her hands down Chop’s chest, gently pushing him flirtatiously.

“Whenever the fuck you stop playing games, ma. I already told you that,” he growled lowly as he towered over her.

Meanwhile, she stared up at him as he pulled her into his arms. The girl was dressed in a crop top that showcased her entire stomach and a pair of jean shorts so tight I could’ve sworn the button was about to pop.

Her friend stood off to the side nursing a blunt in her hand.

Deciding to finally make his presence known, Rhyot spoke.

“Chop!” Rhyot called out, causing Chop and the chicks he was with to turn in his direction.

The one nursing the blunt wore a scowl on her face but she knew better than to say shit.

Rhyot was no longer apart of the gang but he was still that nigga in Diamond Falls whose name rang bells, even while incarcerated.

The girl who was once cozied up with Chop slid out of his arms and stepped back a little as she watched the energy shift.

Rhyot ice grilled Chop and he noticed the chill laid back demeanor Chop once had disappeared.

Chop tried to quickly pull it together and flash a smile at Rhyot, like he was happy to see him, but Rhy had already read him.

Chop quickly said something to the hood booger he was with and she sucked her teeth before grabbing her friend’s hand. They walked off together in the direction of where the BBs were hanging out.

Once they were alone, Rhy clasped his hands one over the other and waited for Chop to plead his case like the bitch ass punk Rhyot knew he was.

“Aw shit, what’s good, lil bro. Welcome home!

” Chop forced a smile, hands half raised like he was innocent, which pissed Rhy off.

Here this goofy ass nigga was trying to have a casual conversation like he hadn’t just slimed him.

The shit only made Rhyot want to reach into his hoodie, pull out his burner, and dump all ten rounds into him but Rhy knew better.

He was on mutual territory. As much as his trigger finger itched, he wasn’t trying to mix himself up in any bullshit.

“Nigga, ain’t no lil bro nothing.” Rhyot’s tone was cold and laced with venom.

“Your ass really got me fucked up. You really sent muthafuckas on a dummy mission and ran off with my bread?” He spoke slowly as he felt his anger building rapidly.

He would’ve never thought his homeboy would do him dirty like that but as the good saying goes, trust nobody.

Chop licked his lips, his voice shaky as he responded “Rhy, what the hell are you even talking about, dawg? You really think I would do some foul ass shit like that to you ?” he emphasized as he practically pleaded with Rhyot.

Rhyot wouldn’t have believed it, but how shit had played out didn’t make sense. The two had met in junior high. They played JV basketball at Douglasville Prep and went on their first lick together. However, throughout the years, their dynamic shifted and the two men drifted apart.

Rhyot walked right up on him before he could part his lips to tell another lie. Chop’s body stiffened as the cold barrel was pressed to his chest. The two men who once called each other boys stared at another.

“Take this walk,” Rhy said coolly, and for him it was just that. He had bodied plenty of niggas. However, he had no plans to shoot Chop, not unless he jumped stupid.

“Rhy, let me explain, man?—”

“I said walk!” Rhyot raised his voice, leaving little to be refuted as he poked the gun into Chop’s white tee.

Chop eyes pleaded, but there was no use.

The look of defeat could be seen as he walked into the building.

Rhy followed him up the three flights of steps as silence filled the air.

The strong odor of urine and mold violating his nostrils almost caused him to gag.

As they reached the third floor, Chop pulled out his keys and opened the door.

Rhyot shoved Chop’s small frame across the threshold before shutting the door and locking it.

“Give me everything, nigga. I want it all—cash, jewels, and tools.” Rhyot reached around to the small of his back and tossed a black duffle bag at Chop’s feet.

He came prepared but Chop should’ve known how he was coming, especially about his paper.

“Bro, we family, why are you doing this?” Chop sounded like a straight up bitch and it was starting to piss Rhyot off.

“You call what the fuck you did being family?” Rhyot snapped. Chop averted his gaze and looked at the ground “That’s what the fuck I thought!”

Chop hesitated before he picked up the duffle and started toward the back of the apartment.

Once he reached what Rhyot knew to be the spare bedroom, Chop went straight for the closet.

Inside was a safe. Rhyot watched like a hawk as Chop keyed in the code on the digital safe before it opened and Rhyot’s eyes damn near danced with excitement at all the fat ass stacks of cash.

He counted at least fifty racks, three Rolex boxes, and two chrome 40s that shone under the blue EV light.

“You flipped on a nigga for this?”

“Bro, I ain’t have no ch?—”

CRACK!

The butt of the pistol smacked Chop across his face so hard his chain swung off his neck. He stumbled as his blood splattered on the wall.

“You flipped on me for chump change ! That’s all the fuck I’m worth to you?!” Rhyot roared, not giving Chop time to respond.

CRACK!

Another swing dropped him to the floor. Chop grunted in pain, his hands shooting up in defense as blood leaked down his temple.

“Rhyot, please?—”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Rhy landed a few more blows before he watched Chop’s barely conscious body sprawled across the floor, twitching like a fish out of water.

Rhyot stood over him panting, trying to catch his breath before resuming the task at hand. He swept his eyes around the small, barely furnished room as he bent down and snatched Chop’s ring off his finger then snagged the chains he wore around his neck.

“Next time your sucker ass thinks about crossing a nigga like me, think the fuck again,” he finally spat before picking up the duffle bag that sat outside the closet as he quickly looked around to see if he could take anything else.

Deciding he didn’t see anything of value, he got up outta the apartment before someone spotted him, being sure to close the door behind him.