Sitting down across from him, I flicked the lighter and sparked my blunt. My eyes narrowed as I took a long deep pull. Holding the weed smoke in my lungs, I passed the blunt to Pierre who looked like he needed it badly. His hands were clasped together, and his left leg was bouncing anxiously. He accepted the blunt and hit it feverishly.
“It’s all good. We gon’ see that pussy. Diamond Cove isn’t but so big, and we gon’ get that ass,” I promised.
The next day,I lifted my Timberland clad foot and kicked Mazi’s door as hard as I could. The flimsy wood cracked, but the door didn’t open. One more kick, and the door swung back, granting me entry to the house. Mazi was sitting his wide ass on the couch with a look of horror on his face. The dummy had a gun in his lap and was still shaking like a leaf.
“What the fuck, man?” his voice quivered as he spoke. “That wasn’t even necessary, Wilde. I’ll have your money tomorrow.”
“And you still playing with me?” I barked as I shot him in the knee. My nostrils expanded with anger as he howled in pain. “Shut the fuck up!”
Walking over to the couch, I kept my gun trained on Mazi. Snatching the gun off his lap, I gripped it in my free hand as I did a quick check to make sure there was no one else in the house. I wasn’t worried about Mazi. He couldn’t walk fast on a good day. He damn sure wasn’t getting away from me with a bullet in his knee. Once I was satisfied that the house was clear, I ambled back into the living room and sat down beside Mazi, who was whimpering like a hoe. A quick glance at the coffee table made me aware of the two bottles of cough syrup, a glass jar filled with weed, some money, and some kind of pills in a Ziplock bag thathe had laid out. With a snarl, I cut my eye at Mazi. “You really thought I was a joke, huh?”
“N-n-no, Wilde. It’s not even like that. I had to p?”
I stood up because I didn’t want blood on my clothes or my face. Squeezing the trigger, I sent a bullet flying into Mazi’s chest. His eyes widened, body jerked, and mouth hung open. He was dead. Eyes still wide open. Someone stepped over the threshold of the house, and I swung my gun in their direction. Finger caressing the trigger, I damn near pulled it, and the person that had just entered the house screamed.
“Shut the fuck up!” I warned. It was her. Drew’s ex, Wonder. A grin eased across my face. “Fuck you doing here?”
The terror in shorty’s eyes spoke volumes. Holding her hands up in surrender, her chest heaved up and down. “I was just coming to get some syrup. M-Mazi told me the door would be open and to just come in. I swear to God, I won’t say anything. I promise,” she damn near whispered.
“I know you won’t,” I was still grinning. “Come here.” I jerked my head in the direction that I wanted her to walk, and her brows furrowed. Shorty’s panicked expression turned to one of confusion. “I don’t like repeating myself, G. Come here,” I commanded. My tone was low, but I knew she heard the seriousness lacing my tone.
Wonder walked in my direction at a snail’s pace. I gritted my molars together as she took her time getting to me. Fortunately for her, the room wasn’t that big, and she made it to me before I snapped. Patience wasn’t my strong suit. When Wonder was close enough, I used my gloved hand to extend the gun toward her. “Hold this.”
Her eyes darted downward, and she eyed the gun in my hand before looking back at my face.
I inhaled deeply through my nose. “Fuck did I just tell you, G?”
Wonder took the gun with trembling hands.
“Hold it tight,” I ordered. “Aim it at Mazi.”
Wonder’s throat bounced as she swallowed hard. The clean scent wafting off her body infiltrated my nose. Shorty smelled like baby powder and flowers or some shit. After she did what I told her to do, Wonder glanced over at me. I reached for the gun.
“Your prints are on it. Mine aren’t. You won’t say shit and you’ll do whatever it is that I tell you to do because if you don’t, this gun just might find its way to the police station.”
Something flickered in Wonder’s eyes that looked a lot like anger. She was more than likely wishing she’d used the gun to off my ass. I placed Mazi’s gun on the arm of the couch and pulled my cell phone from my pocket. “Call my phone.”
“My phone is in the car.” Wonder’s tone was flat. “I was just coming in here to get one thing and leave.”
“Yeah, the syrup. Go ahead and grab a bottle. You wrap cars, right? I know where to find you. Don’t do anything stupid, G,” I warned.
Wonder glared at me for a few moments before she took a bottle of cough syrup off the table and got the hell out of dodge. Which was exactly what I planned to do. I left Mazi’s gun, grabbed the money, weed, and remaining bottle of cough syrup off the table and left out through the back door. My car was parked one street over. On the way to my car, I couldn’t help but grin again. I had some plans for Wonder’s ass.
Iwas sitting Indian style in the center of my bed with my face in my hands. The room was silent, but KoKo was there, and I was sure she was staring at me. It had been hours since I left Mazi’s house, and I still hadn’t drunk any lean. The entire drive from Mazi’s house to mine, I fought the urge to throw up. My stomach was doing backflips. Not only had I seen a dead body that wasn’t in a coffin for the first time in my life, but I was being framed for murder. Wilde was a freakin’ psycho. KoKo finally spoke, making me pull my hands away from my face.
“I wonder what he wants you to do? What if you go to the police?”
I tossed KoKo an evil look, rolled my eyes, and fell back onto the bed. “Yeah. All I have is my word against his while he has a gun with my fingerprints on it. I’m not taking that chance because even if I don’t get found guilty, if he gets off, too, then he’s going to kill my ass. If my dumb ass hadn’t been going to buy cough syrup, it would have never happened. I knew I should’ve been left that shit alone.”
The silence in the room was loud. Sitting up, I hiked a brow at KoKo.
“Yeah,” she replied slowly. “I’ve only seen you drinking it a handful of times, but you just had some when we were on the strip, and you were getting more today. Are you addicted to it? ‘Cus if so, that’s not good. That codeine isn’t good for your liver.”
“Neither is ‘yak or tequila, but you drink that three to four times a week. Don’t judge.”
“I’m not judging you. You know I don’t even get down like that, but I love you. The withdrawals from codeine are ugly. I just don’t want you getting hooked on it, sis.”
Too muhfuckin’ late.
