Page 12 of Suleem and Yahzi (D-Ville Projects #1)

Suleem

When I finished my consultations at the shop I hit Kassir’s line and asked him what he was into today.

When he said he was chilling because Rebel was doing some wedding shit with her aunt, I asked him to come take a ride with me.

That nigga needed a distraction because she had his ass hemmed the fuck up.

Rebel was standing ten toes down with her refusal to let him back in but he wasn’t stressed.

He pretty much was on the same time I was with Yahzi. The shit was happening, end of story. In fact, that was why I needed to handle things with the East Street muthafucker she called herself kicking it with.

I wasn’t na?ve enough to think she wouldn’t try to move on with her life and I meant try because wasn’t no way she was gonna be with anyone but me. However, it gut punched that she’d given her time to someone who was about the same shit she had run from in my life.

The worst part was East Street was known for tagging weak ass muthafuckers into their gang. Niggas who couldn’t make the cut with the real bangers like DP or Lords. From what I recently learned about the muthafucker she got tied up with, he proved the point.

Dexter was a fraud ass nigga and that didn’t have shit to do with his nine to five.

He was just a pussy. They were recently into some shit with the Lords and instead of being a man about it, he and three of his boys ambushed two of their members at a baby shower.

KT, of the Lords, filled me in on how the night his boy Pop had a baby shower for his girl, three East Street niggas pulled up and busted shots in the parking lot.

They dropped one of them, but Dexter and the other dipped.

I decided that muthafucker’s time was up.

Shit was flawed as hell. Women and children were off limits, period. The shit triggered me when I found out that he was on that type of time while he had access to Yahzi. When I hit up KT to give a heads up that I was handling Dexter, he made it clear that it was whatever I wanted to do.

City wouldn’t get the same courtesy.

This was the shit I knew I couldn’t fall back into, the same thing that had Yahzi running three years ago, but Dexter had to fucking go. I meant what I told her about ignoring problems and he was a fucking problem.

If that muthafucker grew some balls and tried to pull up and Yahzi got caught in the middle of his stupid fucking decisions I would never forgive myself. I was already carrying enough sin and remorse for the emotional scars she had to endure. That nigga wouldn’t be added to the list.

“You talked to KT?” Kassir asked while typing on his phone.

“Yeah, he sent me the address before I hit your line.”

Kassir turned in my direction. “You trust him?”

I smirked. “Do you?”

“Hell nah.”

“Then you know I don’t, but the Lords don’t have beef with us. They do have issues with East Street, so for now, we’re on the same side.”

“I fucks with it,” Kassir said, frowning hard as hell at his phone.

“Rebel is really taxing your ass. Got your face all twisted and shit.” I chuckled, pulling up to the address KT gave me.

It was an apartment building walking distance from Crescent Manor.

It had been years since I’d been this way but shit had changed.

They renovated everything, the same as they tried to do with D-ville, but the faces hadn’t changed.

“Nah, this is Linnea. She’s really been trying my fucking patience since she found out Rebel was back home.”

“Don’t you mean visiting? ’Cause last I checked you hadn’t handled that yet.”

He chuckled and shrugged. “She’s home, nigga. Even if she believes otherwise, Miami is a distant memory.”

“That’s what’s up. Now let me go in here and drop ol’ boy so I can get back to fucking my girl and making her pretty ass smile.”

“Fam…” he chuckled, shaking his head.

When we got out, I sent KT a text letting him know we were there. He told me to come to the back of the building and his guys would be waiting. I touched my back where my gun was positioned when Kassir and I fell in step. “Cradle to the casket.”

He tossed his chin in response and touched the spot where his gun was sitting. “Cradle to the casket.”

The confirmation was basically a reminder that we’d be dropping bodies until we were the last two standing. He had me and I had him, no matter what.

“You Bank?” The little youngin’s brows pinched when we stepped up. I nodded and he looked at Kassir.

“Who dis?”

“Serious,” I said, referring to Kassir’s street name before I added, “Call KT if you need to.”

He shook his head and stuck his chest out. “Nah, I don’t need to. They’re down there. Come on.”

I glanced at Kassir before he moved through the metal door into the building. We took the steps to the basement level and were met with two more Lords. One was a familiar face who smirked when he noticed us. Dough had been a Lord since Kassir and I started DP.

“Bank and Serious. I thought y’all were done getting your hands dirty. Word is y’all niggas in retirement homes and shit.”

I chuckled and met my fist with his. Kassir followed the same movement.

“Retirement looks like different things for different people. For us, it looks like money and delegating. Work smarter not harder, my G. When you’re tired of following orders let me know and I’ll run that shit down for you,” I said.

“We run shit, you’re running like shit,” Kassir added, making Dough frown before he grinned and brushed a hand over his head.

“You got that but I also know when bullets start flying they’re coming for the top. Cut off the head. I’m not interested in dodging bullets. I’m trying to get pussy and get paid.”

“Do what you do.”

He nodded and tapped on the door. It opened a few minutes later and we entered a storage room that was empty besides three bodies. One of which looked right at me. His face was still fucked up from the night I scooped up Yahzi.

I stopped in front of him and he glared at me then smiled smugly.

“You that mad that I fucked your bi…”

Before he could finish his sentence, my fist crashed into his face. He stumbled back but I punched his ass again and he fell back, landing hard on the concrete floor.

I removed my gun and had it in his mouth before he could react.

“The fuck I need to be mad about that for? A bitch made nigga like you with my girl don’t intimidate me.

What I don’t like is that she had to call me to deal with you.

I’m grateful because that meant she was tired of rubbing pussies with you, but if she hit my line to come get her, that meant that she felt threatened. That is what the fuck I’m mad about.”

His eyes narrowed and his damn lips quivered around the barrel of my gun but at least he wasn’t crying or begging.

“She…” I shoved my gun deeper into his mouth and he gagged.

“She what, nigga? ’ Cause your time’s up, but if you say some disrespectful shit, your exit is going to be long and painful. Choice is yours?”

He blinked then narrowed his eyes more. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

I removed my gun from his mouth and stepped back. “Now I’m a fair nigga so I’mma give you a chance. Stand yo’ bitch ass up.”

“Hold up, are we not gonna address the fact that Bank just said old boy was rubbing pussies with his girl? He literally just labeled this nigga a bitch. Can we just sit there for a minute?” one of KT’s guys said after he laughed. KT and Kassir laughed too then looked at Dexter.

“What you gon’ do, Bank? You done already fucked his face up. We know he don’t have no hands.” KT chuckled from where he was sitting on the metal folding table blazing some strong shit.

“Nah, my hands against his damn sure ain’t fair. Somebody give that nigga a gun.”

“Bruh…” Kassir chuckled, shaking his head. He had seen me do this before plenty of times. I was gonna let him try to shoot me. He wouldn’t. My aim was deadly, precise as hell, and my trigger work was quick.

“You serious?”

Kassir grinned and nodded. “Yeah, he’s serious.”

KT motioned to one of his guys to hand over his gun. I held my arms out to my sides and waited as he dropped the clip then pushed it back in. He approached Dexter and extended it to him. He frowned and looked around but didn’t move.

“Take that shit. I’m not gon’ shoot you until you have a chance to fire one at me.” He frowned harder then I saw it. The split second where he thought he had a chance. My ego kicked in and I smiled.

Wasn’t a chance in hell he would shoot me before I dropped him. If I slipped, Kassir would have one in his dome. This was my shit. I loved the rush, reckless as fuck but I wasn’t worried. I also knew this would be my last time chancing my life like this.

He reached for the gun and extended his arms out to his sides mirroring my stance. Out of the corner of my eye I saw KT tilt his head and expel a cloud of smoke from his lit blunt.

“How the hell is this supposed to work? You need a countdown or some shit?” His tone was light and I almost fucking laughed.

“Nah, this nigga sees everything. The minute that muthafucker so much as breathes too hard, Bank is gonna drop him,” Kassir said, amused as hell before he looked right at Dexter. “Try your luck when you’re ready to die, muthafucker.”

Dexter’s jaw locked and his finger twitched seconds before his shoulders tensed.

Before he could completely lift his arm, I had mine extended, my hand turning to the side and a bullet leaving the barrel of my gun.

He dropped but the gun he was holding fired a wild shot when he squeezed the trigger, which had one of KT’s guys ducking.

“The fuck…” he yelled and KT grinned, shaking his head.

“Yo’, you’re wild for that.”

“He’s a fucking lunatic for that shit.” Kassir smirked.

“I know you’re not talking. Didn’t I hear you made a muthafucker clean your gun, assemble that shit, then load the clip just so you could shoot him. Both of y’all are missing some very important pieces up here.” KT tapped his temple and Kassir shrugged.