Page 48 of Love me Like XO

It took me about thirty minutes to get to the spot seeing as though I lived a little further away than Zero. Shit, when he was pulling up so was I. It didn’t take a rocket scientist for me to know what went down before we walked into the spot. By there being two trucks parked out front with raised backs, I knew what was up before Gram said a word. Now all I needed to know was who I was sending the shots at.

“The trucks got hit in-route. I already had product replaced and taken where it was supposed to, but the drivers were left alive and sent back to us.”

I nodded.

“So, what they say?” Zero asked.

“Said it was the Mexicans up north. Chewy or some shit.”

I chuckled knowing exactly who they worked for. “Chewy G.”

“Let’s go pay that visit then because, I ain’t taking a L from no motherfucker that bleed like me.” Zero was already shaking his head and I couldn’t agree more. If a nigga bled like I did then he had to know I was coming for my lick back. Not a soul would ever take something from me, and I let them, that was bitchtendencies. That was some shit I didn’t have an ounce of time for.

In-route to the Northside joint where I knew Chewy’s people hung, my brother and I made minimal conversation because we both had other things on our minds. With this expansion came moments like this, moments when motherfuckers thought they could take like we were doing.

“Baby mama?” I asked out of nowhere feeling him look over at me as I kept my eyes on the road. I had to ask because that had echoed in my head since he said it.

He was quiet for a moment, before I saw him nod his head in my peripheral. “Yeah, she’s pregnant. We found out a co?—”

“You trapping females now, Ro?”

“Nah, on some real stuff it just happened. Niggas been reckless and neither of us acknowledged that until it was too late. Looked up and she was in the isle.”

I nodded. “How do you feel about it?”

“Like it is what it is. We made a baby that we both gotta grow the fuck up and raise.” He shrugged.

“That’s some grown shit right there. Most motherfuckers can’t get it together long enough to co-parent a kid.”

“The last thing I wanna do is be bringing a kid into this fucking world and be anything like my mama and daddy. A drunk and a fucking deadbeat.”

We pulled up to the hangout a few seconds later. I parked right out front of the used tire shop, before hopping out. I wasn’t with all that strategic planning shit. Niggas had to see me off first instinct fuck the logistics.

Four niggas deep my brother and I walked into Chewy’s spot. For a nigga who stole from others for a living he damn sure didn’t have adequate security. By the time dude by the door realized what was up, Gram had already clocked him upside theback of the head. Then the bitch behind the counter had a gun aimed at her before she could even hum.

“Call him up here, bitch,” I uttered leaning back against the counter with my gun in my hand.

“Call who?” she tried to play dumb, but that shit didn’t become her.

“Shorty don’t play stupid. Call that motherfucker up here before the glass behind you be painted with your brain matter.” Zero’s tone was icy enough to have her gasp just before she dragged her hands down her face and did as he asked.

“Chewy, you got somebody up here who wants some work.”

“Alright, here I come,” he called out just seconds before we heard what sounded like a set of wheels roll from somewhere.

Zero stood close enough to the door, so that when he or whomever stepped through the threshold they’d be thoroughly surprised, and surprised he was. As soon as he walked through the doorway Zero’s big angry ass decked the nigga straight in the middle of his face with the butt of his gun.Hostile ass.

“You got your people stealing from us, Chewy?” I asked stepping forward and towering over him.

He looked so surprised to see me, but I didn’t understand why. You steal and we come and kill.

“Look, shit happens and motherfuckers take losses all the time. My source didn’t tell me that it was your shipment,” he tried to explain.

Zero laughed. “You in here talking about a source. Obviously ain’t a good one, because he just got yo’ ass murked.”

“Sure in the fuck did. Who the fuck is yo’ source?” I had to ask at this point.

He looked up at me, then over at Zero before he shook his head. “I can’t te?—”

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