Reaching into the bag I’d brought in with me, one most of their asses probably hadn’t even noticed, I walked over to it, pulled my machete out, and swung it at his fucking neck. As his head disconnected from his body, I watched it roll over to where a couple of the other niggas in the room stood.
Walking over to them as they tried to hold in their vomit, I stuck the tip of the machete into his head and picked it up. Pointing at them around the room with it, I made sure I had everyone’s attention.
“Anybody else ready to go before I say what the fuck I gotta say?”
“Nah, man, say what you gotta say,” one of them said.
“I want to know everything about what that nigga had y’all working on, where the shit is stored, and anything you know about what he’s up to. If you give me something valuable, you get to live long enough to leave my fucking city. If not, your ass can go, too. Get to talking,” I said, motioning for whoever wanted to speak first to start spilling the beans.
Thirty minutes later, I had everything I needed to know about Ethan and why he was back. I had my suspicions about hisass, but they’d pretty much confirmed everything I already knew to be true. Now that I knew what his ass was really up to and how the fuck he was back on the streets so quickly, I could move accordingly.
“What are we going to do about these motherfuckers?” Mitch asked as we stood outside the house.
“Fuck them niggas,” I said, motioning for one of the niggas on my team to blow the fucking house up.
As the house went up in flames, I strolled to my car without a care in the world. I hated to admit how much I loved the shit we’d done today. I was out of the streets because it was what was best for me, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t still love them.
“Make sure nobody makes it out of there in case one of them motherfuckers has a praying mother somewhere,” I said, dapping up Mitch as I hopped in my car. Now that I knew what Ethan was up to, I needed to make a few calls.
As I sat in the park, I watched the kids running around. I couldn’t wait until I had one of my own to hang out with, too. Something in my gut was telling me that Kenedi and I would make some pretty good parents. I didn’t have much of an example to go by, but her parents seemed pretty cool. I knew that they’d done a great job with her, and that was good enough for me to know that we’d be just fine.
“What’s up, cuz?” Reese asked, taking a seat next to me.
He was the only person from my mother’s family that I kept in touch with. We happened to meet by chance a few years ago, and since he had no effect on how the adults handled shit when we were kids, I agreed to meet up with him for drinks, and we’d been locked in ever since.
We always met here because it was in our old neighborhood, and nobody would think to come here looking for either of us. We both had reputations that we needed to uphold, him more than me. And while I leaned on him for help whenever I neededhim, I never wanted to do anything that would fuck up his livelihood.
“Ain’t shit. Were you able to look into Eithan for me?” I asked, grabbing the folder he held out for me.
“Yeah, everything you need is in there. I somehow managed to make all that shit disappear for now, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t still be a problem. You need to get rid of him a lot sooner rather than later.”
“Trust me, I’m already knowing. He won’t be breathing too much longer. Do I have anything to worry about on your end?”
Looking at me over his glasses as though I’d asked him the dumbest question in the world, he replied, “You know damn well I wouldn’t let shit show up on your doorstep if I can help it. You’re good. Just take care of that nigga so he can’t continue to run his mouth anymore. Oh, but I would definitely make it look like an accident. If you don’t, the people he was talking to might go digging for answers.”
“Damn, that limits me, but I get what you’re saying.”
“Yeah, sometimes you just have to eliminate the problem and be done with it. If anything else comes up, I’ll let you know.”
“Alright, as usual, you know I appreciate it,” I said, dapping him up.
“I know. You should bring your girl to the house later this month. I’m doing a little BBQ now that me and the wifey are all moved in.”
“That’s what’s up. My girl Kenedi and I will come through for sure,” I said, standing.
“Kenedi? What happened to Logan?”
“Man, stay out of my business,” I said, laughing.
I didn’t like the fact that he was even associating Logan’s ass with me. She wasn’t my gotdamn woman at any point, but I guessed I had to understand how he and others could’ve come to that conclusion. However, if they had just asked, I would’velet them know the truth. And not the truth, according to Logan’s delusional ass.
“I hear you. I’ll send you the details.”
“Alright.”
Being that the day was pretty much over, I decided against going to the office. It was best for me to just go home and change while I figured out where I wanted to take Kenedi for dinner. She always tried to cook for me, but I liked going out to eat. I wanted all her attention, and she needed the break anyway.
As I hopped in my car, two messages came through. One from Logan and one from Kenedi. Obviously, I went to the one from Kenedi first, with the plan to ignore the one from Logan. Her ass must’ve thought I was playing and truly didn’t give a fuck about her life. Unfortunately, I had a feeling that I was going to have to kill her ass for me and Kenedi to live without her constantly blowing me the fuck up.