Page 81 of For the Love of City
Porsha was driving the way she needed to, but it was making it hard as hell for me to get a clean shot. The wind was hitting me in the face but I was still letting off shots in the direction of the car. I was happily playing with them and just before I was out; I felt Porsha swerve the car as something metal tapped my leg. I reached down while still letting off shots and grabbed the gunthat she was handing to me. With both in hand, I was hitting the front of the hood trying to disable the engine.
Two shots rang out one hit the back window which shattered and sent Porsha cussin’ again. The roads didn’t have many people on them, this time of day between summer camps being let out and folks being at work meant that few people were around. Those that were had obviously gotten the picture that they needed to get off the road. The car following us was so hellbent on hitting us they didn’t realize they were now on our blocks. As soon as Porsha pulled up by the trap house going at least sixty miles an hour, the car behind us was T-boned by one of our men. The car swerved, completely caught off guard, and hit a tree in the front yard of a car across the street. Porsha came to a stop and I was already hopping out of my truck with both guns in hand. The niggas on the block had everyone who wasn’t a part of this inside their houses and they had the doors open to the car, guns drawn ready to light up whoever was inside.
“Aye, whoever they are take their asses alive!” I just knew that nigga T-Lo was somewhere tied up in this shit because it was too coincidental that I just saw him and then we got shot up. And that car that was creeping up next to P in the car looked a lot like the one he got into when we left the shopping plaza.
Trav was two steps ahead of me and hollered back over his shoulder. “You sure? We can—
“Alive! I gotta check on P but I gotta know who the fuck sent them on this dummy mission. This shit ain’t gone take but a minute and a quick death is too good for they asses.”
I was livid because my lady and my baby were in that car. I ain’t give a fuck about somebody coming after me, but they knew P was in the car with me and didn’t give a fuck. They were going to burn for that shit.
He nodded his understanding and when I saw they had that shit in hand and were pulling people out of the car; I went tocheck on my girl. I expected her ass to be hysterical but Porsha was waiting to get out of the car until she saw me.
“Where they at?” She saw me coming and hopped out of the truck, looking like she was ready to put in work. I tucked both of the guns I had been shooting into my waistband and met P in the middle of the street.
“What you doing getting out the car?”
Her head went back like she was ready to buck on me. “Nigga, were you just here? They were trying to shoot us the fuck up. You thought my ass was just gone sit in the car?”
“Porsha—”
“Nope, don’t play with me. I understood the play while we were driving and I knew you had me. I know you always have me, which is why I wasn’t concerned.”
My hand went to her stomach and I used the other to pull her closer to me. I just needed to feel her to make sure that she was good. Her body wasn’t shaking, her back was straight and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me.
I pulled back, watching her face and I was almost frustrated with how calm she was. She had a tiny scratch from the glass on her face but other than that she was fine.
“I’m glad you know I got you. And thank you for whipping that shit like you wanted to be around to push out a few of my kids.”
She pecked my lips and I heard the car that had been t-boned being driven off the street and into the garage behind the house. I needed to hop in our car and get it moved, but first, we needed to handle the niggas they’d drug into the house.
“I’ll be around, but should we stay here?”
I looked around again at the well-oiled machine that was the niggas that ran this block. Within the few minutes we’d been here, everything looked back to normal.
“It’s cool. You want to be here for this?”
Her eyes turned cold and I needed to hit up Man to see what the hell my Pretty had gotten into back home. “I’m not going anywhere. And I promise if I feel anyway, I’ll let you know.”
“Good. Let’s get this shit done.”
“Wait, that ain’t the right house.”
“You think I’m going to kill some niggas where I keep the work? Damn, Porsha, I been doing shit like this for years. I’m smarter than that.”
She gave me a quick nod and squeezed my hand as I led her to the house across the street from where the car was being backed in.
We’d walked in on Travis beating the shit out of the driver and Poke hitting the passenger.
“Damn y’all niggas couldn’t follow directions at all?”
Travis stood up with a grin and looked at his bloody knuckles. “You said that they needed to be alive. You didn’t say healthy.”
He took a step back and the man who’d been driving sat up from the ground and spit the blood from his mouth. Travis watched to make sure that none of it hit him.
“Aye, Poke, let that nigga live. We got questions.”
Poke nodded and I knew he was a good choice to take over for us. He just went into go mode with no questions asked.
