Page 45 of B.D.E
“You’re just like him,” Gideon snapped. “A coldblooded killer without conscience.”
I took a step closer. “I ain’t shit like that muthafucka! I was loyal to you, nigga. I would’ve died for you, and you fed me to the wolves without blinking.”
Just then, the door behind me opened.
“Dad? You texted—” Marcus froze in the doorway, seeing my gun, the tension thick in the air. “What the fuck is going on?”
I kept my aim steady, didn’t flinch. “That wasn’t your dad texting you. It was me.”
“Yo, what the fuck?!” Marcus looked from me to Gideon, eyes narrowing. “Why?”
I aimed the gun square at his head.
“Close the door,” I said.
He followed my instructions, then turned to look at me. “Ghost, what the hell is going on?”
“Ask your father.”
Marcus looked between us. “Dad?”
“He didn’t know, Ghost,” Gideon said suddenly, his voice thinner now. “He had nothing to do with it.”
I didn’t lower the gun.
“I didn’t!” Marcus added quickly. “I didn’t know none of this shit until yesterday when he told me about your father killing my mother. Is that what this is about?”
I gave him a menacing chuckle. “Nah, it’s more to it than that playboy Yo bitch ass daddy tried to have me killed.”
“I swear on everything. I ain’t know about no setup. You think I’d cosign some shit like that?”
Gideon groaned, shifting in his chair. His body was catching up to the poison now.
“I told you,” he muttered, “he wasn’t part of it.”
Marcus stared at him, wide-eyed. “You tried to have Ghost killed?”
Gideon didn’t answer, his coward ass had guilt written all over his face and we both stared, waiting for him to tell us the answer we both already knew.
Marcus shook his head. “For what? Cause’ of some shit his daddy did? Ghost was a kid when she was killed just like me. Not to mention, you raised him. Dad!”
Gideon choked out a bitter laugh. “And look where that got me.”
“Aye, Marcus, I’m letting you know now, I’m killing ya pops. Matter of fact, he dying as we fucking speak, so you got two options. You can stay and die with him, or you can walk the fuck out and plan his funeral. Choice is yours,” I shrugged.
We stared at each other for a long moment. I could see the conflict on his face. That’s his blood, but even he couldn’t stomach what Gideon had done. He looked at his father one last time, then turned and walked out. It was just me and Gideon now. He coughed hard as blood painted the corner of his lips. His body jerked against the chair, weak and fading.
“You know that little nerdy bitch of yours? She won’t stay… not once she sees what you really are, a fucking monster. She’ll run just like everyone else,” he laughed.
I clenched my jaw.
“You done?” I asked.
He nodded faintly.
“Good.”
I stepped closer, crouched beside the chair so he could see my eyes. “After everything I’ve done for you, just know you made it end like this,” I spat.
