Smacking her lips, she replied, “I don’t have to tell him my every move.”
Meco twisted his lips, causing her to laugh. “I don’t know why you cappin’. You know that nigga tracks your every move. Stop playing.”
“Okay, okay, yes, he knows I’m here so don’t report my every move to him.”
He smirked. “I got you.”
Bria resumed her seat at the bar where Cali took flicks of herself. “Okay, I’m back.”
“You had to take a shit?”
“No, it was a line, so I had to wait.”
Looking around, Bria took in the crowd. Her gaze centered near the door and when she narrowed her eyes, she spotted a familiar face.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, slipping off the stool.
Dough entered with black shades concealing his eyes. He was dressed in all black with two men standing right beside him.
What the hell is he doing here…
With her sight still fixated on Dough, she tapped Cali.
“What?” she sassed before her line of sight followed Bria’s. “Ooh, girl. What the hell is he doing here?”
“I don’t know.” Bria watched him closely as he pointed. She turned to see what had his attention and gasped right away when she noticed it was Meco.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, shaking her head.
Dough nodded to his homeboy who then proceeded to walk through the crowd. Bria saw the plot before it came to fruition. It was like watching a scene in a movie and knowing what the outcome would be before it happened.
“Oh, shit, he’s got a gun,” Cali warned, gripping Bria’s arm.
Dough had gotten it wrong. He had boldly stepped inside the club, pointing out the wrong person. Meco wasn’t Lo but he didn’t know that. All he saw were the same features of the culprit who had mutilated his body. The memories had to be horrendous for him. Being beat to scraps had to affect his manhood. Revenge was evident but he had the wrong person, and Bria would never be able to live with herself if she sat idle and didn’t attempt to intervene.
The guy raised his gun, promoting screams to blare and chaos to ensue. His finger was on the trigger, preparing to fire shots into Meco whose back was turned. Bria knew she had one shot to interrupt what would be a tragedy. Her heart pumped wildly, causing her chest to tighten. Her arms were outstretched as the chaos played in the distance. She lunged forward, pushing the guy with all her might. A shot rang out, piercing her ear drum like loud music at a rock concert. He fell to the side with her falling forward.
“Oh my God. Sis, come on!” Cali yelled.
Bria hit the floor hard. Her bones ached immediately. People ran toward the exit. Some stepping over her and then some trampling her back.
“Oooowww!” she screamed when a sharp pain radiated through her wrist.
She looked up and saw the guy who had been aiming at Meco trying to locate his gun. He scrambled on the floor until a gun was pressed to the back of his head. One shot was let off, prompting his body to go limp within a split second.
“Oh, my God,” Bria whispered as his eyes landed on her. He was struggling with the reality of his life coming to an end. There was panic inside his orbs. A silent plea to help him hold on to whatever life that was vanishing from his body. Bria didn’t have time to decipher if she wanted to help because she wassnatched from the floor. When she realized it was Meco grabbing her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Wait up for me!” Cali yelled, following closely behind.
Meco was on a mission to get Bria far away from the scene as possible. They made it outside with Bria holding her arm to soothe the aching sensation from her wrist. Patrons ran for dear life toward their cars while sirens rang out in the distance. Meco turned to her, wearing the same expression Lo possessed when murder was on his mind.
“Aye, get the fuck outta here while I handle this. I’ll call Lo and tell him what happened.”
Bria knew not to question him, so she nodded.
Cali quickly held her uninjured arm and helped her to the car. Bria whimpered as she sat on the passenger side. The pain had transcended up her forearm as Cali helped her inside.
“You okay, Bria?”
