“What about you?”
“I’m good.”
“Nigga if they did this to me what you think they gon’ do to you.”
“You gotta be a fool to think I’m ‘round this bitch slipping. Remember nigga, I carry big guns with me, you don’t. You better let that shit go that happened with Kj and pick them guns back up. Make these muthafucka respect you again.”
My brother had a point. They had gotten so comfortable that they came after me and Blessyn. It was time for me to put my businessman hat down for a minute and go back to crazy ass Lucky that the streets knew me as.
Ihad a feeling that someone was in the room. Before I opened my eyes, I grabbed the gun that Perc had left with me a few days ago. I counted to three before I opened my eyes and pointed the gun at the big shadow that was in my room.
“You gangsta now?” Lucky said.
His voice sent chills down my spine. I knew he wasn’t dead but all I could think about was his body lying in the truck that night. Lucky had a hoodie on that covered his face as he sat in a chair at the foot of my bed. I threw the cover off as fast as I could and jumped out of the bed to touch him. I hated him but I loved him at the same time.
“Stop that soft ass crying. Let me guess, Perc gave you that gun?”
“Yeah, he told me to use it if I feel like a muthafucka coming in here on some slick shit,” I whispered.
“That’s my nigga. I don’t want you to talk much so save your voice. All I need you to do is listen to me.” His phone buzzed causing his attention to shift. “I don’t have a lot of time. When they release you, Boogie is going to come and get you. Me and Kani will be waiting for you at a new location that I’m not going to disclose right now. Don’t ask any muthafuckin’ questions just get your ass in the car and keep your head on the swivel. Pull the trigger on that gun if you have to. When you aim, you aim to kill. You got me?”
I nodded so he would know I heard everything he said. He wiped the tears from my eyes and softly grabbed my jaws to bring me in for a kiss on the lips.
“I love you Bless and I’m going to do everything in my power to make all this shit go away but I need you to trust me and never question the shit I’mma about to do.”
“I got you.”
“After all this shit over with, I want my goddamn family back. I’m raising my kids in the same fucking home. All the other bullshit we went through is over.”
“Okay.” He kissed me again before sending a text to Boogie.
He walked in with a wheelchair which confused me. Boogie grabbed him and helped him into the chair.
“What the fuck? You can’t walk?”
“Temporarily. Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’m good.”
I stood there in disbelief as they walked right out of the door. I had two days before they let out. My voice still wasn’t back to normal but it was better than it was. The doctor told me the more rest I got, the better my voice would get. Lately, I would just play with Kani without doing any talking. It was just good to be alive to take care of my son. Now that I knew Lucky was good, it was time for me to get myself better so we could be together.
The next morning, I had to walk upstairs to get a sonogram of the baby. They did this once a week to make sure that the baby was still growing and there were no damages done. As I walked with the police officer and nurse to the elevator the hairs on my neck stood up as I passed a nigga with a nursing uniform on. We locked eyes for a minute before he looked away. There was no badge and in his hand was a rolling cart that made him appear as he worked in the lab. I took note of his appearance before the elevator doors shut.
Something told me he was coming to see me but his plan got altered when we walked by each other. I was ready to get back to my room so I could call Perc and let him know what I saw. The damn hospital was busy they don’t even notice when a muthafucka that don’t work for them is walking around. I wasn’t sure how word got out that I wasn’t dead but he was coming to finish the job. As I got my sonogram taken, the officer stood outside of the door. I couldn’t focus on my baby on the screen because I was too afraid that the nigga would bust through the door at any moment. I soon as I got back in my room, I made sure the gun was loaded and picked up my room phone to call Perc.
“Yo? What’s up, sis?”
“I think someone was coming to finish me off this morning.”
“Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“I went to get the baby checked on and as I was walking to the elevators a nigga walked by me with a cart like he was taking blood. He didn’t have a badge or anything on. We made eye contact and all. I just know he was coming into my room. My gut is telling me he has something to do with this.”
“How he look?”
“He was tall. Maybe a little over six feet. His skin was dark and his hair was low on the sides with dreads. There was a tattoo on his forearm.”
“What was it?”
“It was a spider web with some initials that I couldn’t make out.”
