Page 5 of Walk Thru The Fire

Chapter Three

Lance ‘Gator’ Borders

sometime later…

Them DeLuca niggas made me fuckin’ sick. They thought they ran shit. I mean, they did, but they didn’t run me. That’s why I bucked on that nigga Kilo. The fuck was he supposed to do to me in prison. I knew I took my chances because everybody knew that nigga Buck didn’t have all his fuckin’ brain cells. He didn’t give a fuck if you were at your granny’s funeral. He’d put you in the same hole as her. Their younger brother Stacks was the least of my worries because all he did was ride the wave ofhis brothers. What pissed me off was when I saw him sniffing around Kasha. I caught the lil’ slick shit about him wanting to fuck her. I didn’t think nothing of the shit because she was almost ten years older than his young ass. The day she met me in the park and that nigga came out of nowhere like he was defending her. Let me know he was indeed fucking my baby mama. He could have her fat ass, and as soon as I get what I want, he could have her ass back.

The morning I called her to meet me with Jace was only for me to snatch her up and collect a ransom for her ass. I recruited my brother so we could come up with the perfect plan so we could get this money and disappear. If she wanted to be with that young ass nigga, she could. He was gone pay me for her, though. I didn’t care if I owed them.

“So, how we gone get this money from them niggas?” I sat and smoked with my brother as we tried to come up with a plan.

“We could take Kasha and Jace to Vault and have them niggas empty the safes,” I suggested, passing him the blunt.

“Nah, that ain’t gone work. We’d be going on a suicide mission.”

“You sound scared.” I frowned because this nigga was pissing me the fuck off. “You either in this shit or you not!” I snapped.

“Nigga, get out ya chest. You’re thinking irrationally and that’s gone get us the fuck killed. Do you really think we can walk inside of Vault and come back out alive? Buck got security all through that muthafucka, so you know he’s put them on game. The same with his bar and Stacks’ club. We step foot in any of that shit, and we won’t be stepping back out. Use ya head, nigga.” He passed the blunt back to me, and I took it. He was right. None of that shit was gone work. I sat and inhaled the potent smoke into my lungs, and it hit me.

“I could get his number from Kash’s phone. I know she has it stored. We can call from there and demand the money. He’ll paythat shit and he can have the bitch and we’ll be good.” I nodded as a smile ticked at my lips.

“You really think that shit will work? Them DeLuca niggas ain’t slow,” Maurice ranted.

“Man, fuck them niggas! You act like you on their side or some shit.” I was seething. This nigga was acting like a bitch.

“I hope you have that same energy when this shit unfolds. I’m not going down with you and you’on even have a solid plan. The fuck you gone do when they show up with the money? You think they just gone hand over the money after you hand over Kasha? You gotta be the dumbest nigga ever if you think that shit. You need to come up with a solid plan that you honesty should’ve had by now.” He got up to leave, and I sat there thinking about what he said. He was right about one thing. I should’ve had a plan by now. I was just playing the shit by ear and hadn’t devised anything solid yet. My phone rung and I saw it was my mama. Shaking my head, I answered.

“Ma, I thought I said not to call me?”

“Lance, whatever you got going on, you need to cut it out. Some men have been here looking for you today. They were asking me questions about you and Kasha. What’s going on, Lance?” It was like my heart stalled at the sound of my mama’s voice. If those niggas been to her house, then they would be closing in on me soon.

“What men, and what did they say?”

“They said if you didn’t come from out of hiding, he would skin me like a catfish. I don’t know what you did, but you need to do something and get me out the middle of it. I called Janice, and she told me Kasha disappeared and took Jace with her. You need to stop this, Lance, because I know if Kasha is with you, it isn’t by choice.” I could hear the fear in her voice and could tell that she was worried, but she had no reason to be. Them niggas wouldn’t do shit to her.

“Ma, relax. I’on who you’re talking about and maybe Kasha didn’t want her mama to know she was leaving. You ain’t got nothing to worry about. Aight?” I was trying to convince myself more than her because I didn’t expect them niggas to bring my mama into this.

“Lance, you need to stop whatever this is…now,” she urged.

“Aight, Ma. I’ll call you later. Don’t open the door for nobody else,” I warned, before hanging up.

“Shit,” I cursed as I got up and paced the room.

“The fuck wrong with you?” my brother asked as he came back into the room.

“Them niggas popped at my mama’s house,” I informed. I saw the blood drain from my brother’s face. She may not have birthed him, but he loved her still the same since his own mama wasn’t shit.

“Sh-she’s okay?”

“Yeah. She’s fine, but we need to get the fuck outta here. No telling what they left in that bitch or if her phone is tapped or not. Fuck!” I stopped pacing.

“I told you to let this shit go, and pay them niggas.”

“Shut the fuck up! I’ain asked you for no fuckin’ ‘I told you so’s’. We need to get them and get the fuck outta here.” I went to the back and through the basement door with a vengeance. Maurice talked shit, but he was right behind me, on whatever I was on.

“Get the fuck up and come on!” I yelled, snatching Kasha up in the process. “Get him,” I instructed my brother while I gripped Kasha’s arm and snatched her toward the door.

“Stop fuckin’ snatching on me! What is wrong with you?” she yelled, trying to break free from my hold. “Stop grabbing him like that!” she yelled at Maurice, who now had Jace in a bear hug. “Lance, what’s going on?”

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