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MIND GONE

I was going through it mentally, trying to come up with Mula’s bread.

I wanted to give up badly, just put a bullet in my head.

The devil on my shoulder had been coaching me to rob and kill niggas until I got to a million.

I had money, I just didn’t want to be broke after I paid him.

Mula wasn’t the only nigga I owed money.

He was the only one bold enough to step to me.

“That’s right, nigga. ‘Bout time you did what you were supposed to!” I heard Coast say, and then he laughed demonically in my ear.

“Shut the fuck up, nigga!” I gritted through clenched teeth as I tried to count over a million in cash by hand, but I kept losing my count. The nigga was in my ear every second of the day, especially since Mula took Yummi away from me. Coast was preying on my downfall, and he wasn’t even alive.

“You don’t got My Heart no more, my right-hand man disowned you, and you ain’t did what I told you to do. You might as well kill yourself before Mula does.”

“Fuck, Mula,” I mumbled angrily.

I was frustrated, so I found my money counter to let it do it for me. I was halfway through the stacks of money I had when my phone vibrated on the table.

Tory: I’m outside.

Me: ‘Bout to come out.

I grabbed the ten grand I had for him because he told me he had info on who robbed me, and he was only telling me if I paid him. The way niggas were in my pocket, and bouncing back was further and further away.

When I stepped outside my house, Tory got out of the car with his pistol to his side. He was a shooter, so he stayed with his piece in his hand.

“What’s up, my nigga? Tell me that info you got for me,” I told him, anxiously because my high was coming down.

“I will, as long as you got that money for me.” He glared at me.

“Yeah, I got it. Is your info official?”

“My info is official, but I need my money before I show this video.”

I chuckled. “You don’t trust me no mo’ either?”

“Nah, I don’t, and I’m only here because my nigga Mula ain’t want the info. He said to let you handle your hoe.”

Hearing him say that it was a female had me curious. Moving past him saying that he didn’t fuck with me anymore, I handed him the money, and he showed me the video. I was going to handle his young ass in the streets at a later date. I focused on the video and saw Sparkle in a room full of girls.

“I been knew that nigga was going to start moving wacky with me, so I gave his spot up to some Southwave opps, and I got my cut from it. Hurricane is a bitch and needs to be worried about Mula and not me. The blind can see that they don’t like each other over that bitch, Yummi.”

Sparkle was on video in a drunken slur. My nostrils flared as I watched it again.

“This bitch been under me, and she an opp. I’m about to murk this bitch, so I’ma need you to ride with me to this bitch house.”

“Can’t do that, my nigga. I don’t work for you; I fucks with Mula,” he stated boldly.

“Word?” I turned up my nose.

“Word, and he said you got five days left.” I watched him put his finger near the trigger.

I chuckled. “Tell that nigga I don’t need five days.

He should know that because I was the one who taught him how to get fast money.

He always gives Coast all the credit, but I was the one to mold him.

That nigga was a runner, going to The Shadows on a fuckin’ jet ski with a bitch as his partner.

He was in your position before I took him under my wings.

After I handle this bitch, you can come get his money and take it to him. ”

“I don’t care ‘bout none of that but hit my line. I’ll take him the money.” He hopped in his Hell Cat and drove off full speed.

It was eleven at night, and all I wanted to do was put my Balenciagas on Sparkle’s throat. The bitch was at work, so I was going to wait until she was in her comfort zone. I went back inside to finish counting Mula’s money.

I sat back at the glass table, snorted the line of crushed Percocet I had waiting for me, and then killed half a bottle of Jack Daniels. The effects hit me quick, and my nemesis was back in my head.

“You’ve lost everything, so kill yourself. Pick that Glock up and do everybody a favor. That way, you can come see me. Don’t you miss your bro?” Coast taunted.

“No,” I mumbled as I tried to toss money into my counter, but my ears started ringing. It sounded like a freight train going through my brain. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

Coast laughed, causing me to open my eyes. I saw his reflection in the flesh, in the mirror on the wall in front of me. He was still laughing while dressed in the white Versace suit that we sent him off in, while smoking a cigar.

“Get out my head! I’ma do what you said, nigga!” I jumped from my seat and punched the mirror so hard it shattered.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I watched blood leak from my knuckles.

I wrapped my shit in a towel and finally was able to finish counting.

I owed him a million from the loan and forty bands from drug money.

I stuffed it in a duffle bag and set it to the side.

I needed to handle Sparkle first. The drugs I was on eased the pain in my hand, but it wouldn’t stop the bleeding.

I found a first aid kit and used liquid stitches, then wrapped it in gauze.

By the time I got myself together, it was past one in the morning.

I knew Sparkle would be home alone. I was going to put her back on my team since I didn’t have Yummi anymore, but now that was out the window.

I should’ve known she was going to turn on me, just like she felt the same about me.

She did more than turn on me. She set me up.

I left the house and hopped in my blacked-out AMG AL 63 Roadster BMW. It was a sleek two-seater that I used as my low-key car. I hopped in, set my gun bag on the passenger seat, and then lit my blunt.

When I started my car, Raekwon’s North Star started playing. It was the perfect song for my mood. I drove out the Silver Coast Heights and headed toward Southwave, where she lived. It took me ten minutes to get there, and my adrenaline was high.

I parked around the corner from her apartment complex, grabbed my gun bag, and walked.

I had the keys to get into the building and inside her house, so she was going to be surprised to see me.

I put my balaclava mask on before I got to the entrance of the building so I wouldn’t be seen on the camera.

I pulled out my key card and let myself in.

Thankfully, the lobby was empty, so I made my way on the elevator and to the third floor.

I made it to her door and opened it. When I did, I heard music coming from her bedroom, and the scent of cherry house spray and weed was in the air.

As I got closer, I heard the shower running and her singing love songs.

I took my gun out of my bag and made my way to her room.

She had a master bathroom in her room, so I took off my clothes and walked in naked, holding my shotgun.

She was so occupied with her shower that she had no idea I was in there.

I snatched her Black Love shower curtain back, and she damn near fell in the tub when she saw me.

“Nigga, what the fuck you doin’? Why the fuck you creeping up on me like that!” she shouted, but I saw the frightened look on her face.

I grabbed her by the hair with my free hand, almost bringing her to her knees.

“Bitch, you thought that opp shit you did wasn’t going to get back to me?” I gritted through clenched teeth as I stepped into the shower with her.

“What are you talking about?” she stuttered and then looked down at my big ass gun I’d brought in the shower with me.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, you slut-ass, grimy-ass bitch! It was you who got me robbed! You got me hit for fifty grand. That’s all our relationship was worth? I thought you loved me?” I glared into her eyes, and I was sure she saw fire because I was in rare form.

“I did love you, but you did me dirty, Hurricane! You never loved me and only used me!”

“Get on your fuckin’ knees the way I like, stupid bitch.” I forced her to the floor.

“Hurricane, please! I’m sorry!” she screeched.

“Confess what you did to me, Sparkle.” I lifted her chin aggressively.

“I’m sorry, Hurricane. I had to set you up. I needed the money because you weren’t giving me any! You gave everything to that bitch, Yummi, and she left you for your friend!”

“Don’t ever say Yummi’s name. I don’t give a fuck what she did, you will never have a place in my life like she had!” I punched her in the mouth so hard, she was spitting blood and teeth. She cried in agony.

“Put your head up, bitch, and open your mouth. This why I never stuck my dick in you. You ain’t shit but a fuckin’ toilet, hoe.

You’re useless, and ain’t no nigga gon’ treat you good because you ain’t shit.

” Before she knew it, I urinated all over her face.

“Open your mouth, bitch!” I held up her chin again, and she opened her mouth.

I pissed on the bitch so much she almost drowned.

“That’s right, you were always a good nasty lil’ bitch for me. I was gon’ bring you back, too, but you fucked up with me, hoe. Now you gotta die.”

I let my dick go and then held my gun to her head.

The look on her face was priceless when I pulled the trigger.

Her body flew back into the shower wall, and her head exploded like a watermelon.

Blood splattered all over me, and thankfully, I was already in the shower.

I suddenly felt overwhelmed, and Coast was back.

“Now, kill yourself and lay with that bitch! Or Confess!”

“I am going to confess, pussy!”

I washed all the blood off me like Sparkle wasn’t sitting behind me with her head blown off.

I got out, put my clothes back on, and headed out with my bag.

I was tired of Coast bothering me, so I drove to the graveyard to visit him and do what he wanted.

I wasn’t confronting Mula anymore, but I was going to give him free rein to find me after what I was going to tell him.

I pulled in the dark cemetery and got out with my liquor, a pen, and a piece of paper.

I found Coast’s grave easily and sat in front of the fresh flowers someone had laid on his tombstone.

I glanced at it and fixated my eyes on the engraved picture of him with his kids on his tomb.

I sighed as I sat in front of his grave and wrote Mula a letter confessing my sins…