That was the reason why I’d placed my hands behind my back anyways. I didn’t want him to see when I went for the gun. You could tell that he didn’t expect me to pull my shit out on him because his eyes grew big, as he put his hands up, and you could see the look of fear resting in his eyes.
“Chill. Chill the fuck out. You ain’t gotta kill me over that shit. I swear to God I was just fuckin around. That’s how I fuck off with my brother. Dolo know me. Dolo knows the kind of nigga that I am. He knows that I would never backdoor him and turn him over to the feds. Come on. I been working for Dolo for about two years now. He knows how I’m coming!” he pleaded, backing away from me, and his ass ended up falling back into the tub, down on his ass, still with his hands up, pleading for me not to shoot him.
“I can guarantee you that if Dolo was standing outside this door, and he heard you laughing and joking on the phone with your brother, saying how you were going to turn him over to the feds, that he would have done the same thing that I’m doing. This is the dope game, nigga. Not a fuckin comedy special. In this game, niggas don’t make jokes about turning their leader over to the feds. You made a joke about being disloyal, and I stood outside the door, listening to you chuckle at that shit like it was funny. The second you allowed that rat ass comment to fly out of your mouth, you become a motha fuckin liability. Choose your jokes a little better when you get to wherever the fuck I’m about to send you,” I spat, pointing the gun towards his head because I wanted a straight headshot.
“Please. Please,” he kept begging.
“Pow! Pow!”
All it took was two shots to the head, ending that nigga instantly. The second the bullets sounded off in the apartment, three of the men that were up front that Dolo kept stationed here to work, came running from the front. It’s almost like they knew that the shots came from the bathroom, and since I didn’t lock the door behind me when I walked in, they were able to open the door, and each of them had their guns drawn, not knowing what they were getting ready to walk into.
Once they saw that it was Rakim that was down, stretched out in the tub with blood leaking from his head, and not me, that’s when they lowered their guns.
“What the fuck! Riot, you good?” that was Leon that asked me this.
He was the same age as me, and according to Dolo, Leon had been working for him for about eight months now. Dolo spoke highly of Leon, saying that he liked the work that he put in with the business, and that he was loyal.
“I’m good. Go back out front. I’ll call Dolo to get someone to come clean it up,” I let him know, and he nodded.
“What happened though?” Adrian wanted to know. He was another one of the younger dudes that worked for Dolo.
“I was getting ready to leave, and I walked past the door, and overheard a conversation that he was having on the phone with someone. He made jokes about snitching on Dolo and working with the feds. It was a chance that I couldn’t take within the business,” I shared with them, and when I said it, you could see the look of anger written all over their faces.
“What? What the fuck! Man, I would have killed that nigga for that shit too. That ain’t the kind of shit you joke about. I’m glad you popped him. I ain’t ever care for that nigga anyways!” Leon responded.
Before they left, each of them wanted to know again if I was okay, and I assured them that I was. They left, and I was able to step out of the bathroom, but I kept the door open, so I was able to look right in, and my eyes were on Rakim’s dead body. His eyes hadn’t closed yet, so as I stood here, it was as if he was still staring at me.
Knowing that I’ve seen my fair share of dead bodies, I didn’t let it faze me, as I pulled my phone out, dialed Dolo, and I placed the phone to my ear. I knew that he was busy tonight, with a lotof running around to do, which is why we separated, and he had me doing my own thing tonight.
“What’s up bae? You good?” he answered for me on the last ring.
“I made a mess. You gotta bring the cleaning kit,” I spoke to him in code.
It was lingo that Dolo taught me within the weeks that I’ve been working up under him, learning how to navigate within the business. The life we lived, the shit that we were out here doing, it would be reckless of us to admit to certain things over the phone. I couldn’t admit to Dolo over the phone that I’d just killed Rakim, and that I needed him to get the cleaning crew over here to dispose of his body, and to have this bathroom looking brand new again.
“Riot, what? What kind of mess you talking? Shit that can easily get swept up, or motha fuckas need to put on gloves, and come with garbage bags to toss it out?” he asked, using the lingo back on me, and I knew what he was asking me.
“Gloves, and fuckin garbage bags, Dolo! It’s too big for me to clean it myself!” I yelled at him because I was annoyed. Not annoyed with him, but annoyed that I even had to do this shit tonight.
“Aight. Aight. Ima send somebody over there right now to clean it up. You did the count already?” he asked me, changing the subject.
“Yes,” I let him know.
“Where it’s at?” he inquired.
“Right here with me. I still have it. I didn’t drop it off yet,” I said.
“Leave it there. Get back in the car with Mitch and let him take you home. I’ll come through there, and get the money, and drop it off. When I finish, I’ll pull up on you, so that you can letme know what the fuck happened,” I could hear it in his voice that he was angry and annoyed as well.
“Why do I have to go home for the rest of the night? It was still things that you wanted me to do tonight,” I said to him.
“Riot because I motha fuckin said so! That’s why! It’s dirty where you’re at right now. Did you not just call me about a fuckin mess? I don’t know who in those apartments might have heard your shit go off. Granted, that kind of area is known for its high crime rates, so the residents are used to the sound, but just in case someone is in a snitching mood tonight, I need you to go and be put up at home somewhere. You did your part, let me handle the rest yo!” he snapped on me. Instead of responding back to him, I just hung the phone up in his face.
I placed my phone in my back pocket and closed the bathroom door. The duffle bag that I had sitting in the hallway, I took it in the back room, where I had been counting money, and I placed it inside the closet for Dolo to get it when he arrived.
Once it was locked up, I closed the door, and I went up front where the men were. They were cooking up, and bagging. Literally moving on like nothing ever happened. I let them know that I was out for the night, and that Dolo was sending a crew here to dispose of the body, and that Dolo would be pulling up as well. They let me know that that was fine, and then I left out. I locked the apartment door behind me, jogged down the stairs, and Mitch was still parked in the parking lot.
I tried pulling on the handle, but he had it locked. I tapped on the window, and that’s when the doors unlocked, and even with him sitting in the front seat, he reached back, so that he could open the back door for me.