Page 4 of Rhyot & Nyelle
“Aw shit, what’s good, lil bro. Welcome home!” Chop forced a smile, hands half raised like he was innocent, which pissed Rhy off. Here this goofy ass nigga was trying to have a casual conversation like he hadn’t just slimed him. The shit only made Rhyot want to reach into his hoodie, pull out his burner, and dump all ten rounds into him but Rhy knew better. He was onmutual territory. As much as his trigger finger itched, he wasn’t trying to mix himself up in any bullshit.
“Nigga, ain’t no lil bro nothing.” Rhyot’s tone was cold and laced with venom. “Your ass really got me fucked up. You really sent muthafuckas on a dummy mission and ran off with my bread?” He spoke slowly as he felt his anger building rapidly. He would’ve never thought his homeboy would do him dirty like that but as the good saying goes, trust nobody.
Chop licked his lips, his voice shaky as he responded “Rhy, what the hell are you even talking about, dawg? You really think I would do some foul ass shit like that toyou?” he emphasized as he practically pleaded with Rhyot.
Rhyot wouldn’t have believed it, but how shit had played out didn’t make sense. The two had met in junior high. They played JV basketball at Douglasville Prep and went on their first lick together. However, throughout the years, their dynamic shifted and the two men drifted apart.
Rhyot walked right up on him before he could part his lips to tell another lie. Chop’s body stiffened as the cold barrel was pressed to his chest. The two men who once called each other boys stared at another.
“Take this walk,” Rhy said coolly, and for him it was just that. He had bodied plenty of niggas. However, he had no plans to shoot Chop, not unless he jumped stupid.
“Rhy, let me explain, man?—”
“I said walk!” Rhyot raised his voice, leaving little to be refuted as he poked the gun into Chop’s white tee. Chop eyes pleaded, but there was no use. The look of defeat could be seen as he walked into the building. Rhy followed him up the three flights of steps as silence filled the air. The strong odor of urine and mold violating his nostrils almost caused him to gag. As they reached the third floor, Chop pulled out his keys and opened the door.
Rhyot shoved Chop’s small frame across the threshold before shutting the door and locking it. “Give me everything, nigga. I want it all—cash, jewels, and tools.” Rhyot reached around to the small of his back and tossed a black duffle bag at Chop’s feet. He came prepared but Chop should’ve known how he was coming, especially about his paper.
“Bro, we family, why are you doing this?” Chop sounded like a straight up bitch and it was starting to piss Rhyot off.
“You call what the fuck you did being family?” Rhyot snapped. Chop averted his gaze and looked at the ground “That’s what the fuck I thought!”
Chop hesitated before he picked up the duffle and started toward the back of the apartment. Once he reached what Rhyot knew to be the spare bedroom, Chop went straight for the closet. Inside was a safe. Rhyot watched like a hawk as Chop keyed in the code on the digital safe before it opened and Rhyot’s eyes damn near danced with excitement at all the fat ass stacks of cash. He counted at least fifty racks, three Rolex boxes, and two chrome 40s that shone under the blue EV light.
“You flipped on a nigga for this?”
“Bro, I ain’t have no ch?—”
CRACK!
The butt of the pistol smacked Chop across his face so hard his chain swung off his neck. He stumbled as his blood splattered on the wall.
“You flipped on me for chump change ! That’s all the fuck I’m worth to you?!” Rhyot roared, not giving Chop time to respond.
CRACK!
Another swing dropped him to the floor. Chop grunted in pain, his hands shooting up in defense as blood leaked down his temple.
“Rhyot, please?—”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Rhy landed a few more blows before he watched Chop’s barely conscious body sprawled across the floor, twitching like a fish out of water.
Rhyot stood over him panting, trying to catch his breath before resuming the task at hand. He swept his eyes around the small, barely furnished room as he bent down and snatched Chop’s ring off his finger then snagged the chains he wore around his neck.
“Next time your sucker ass thinks about crossing a nigga like me, think the fuck again,” he finally spat before picking up the duffle bag that sat outside the closet as he quickly looked around to see if he could take anything else. Deciding he didn’t see anything of value, he got up outta the apartment before someone spotted him, being sure to close the door behind him.
He maneuvered to where his car was parked and almost lost his shit when he saw his ex, Leah, seated on the hood with her legs crossed. The black on black Dodge Challenger was Rhyot’s pride and joy. The green racing stripes along with the green hellcat-style vent scoops added to the beauty of the vehicle. He rushed over, snatching her off his vehicle, not even bothering to greet her.
“Damn, so no hello?” she sassed, amused, throwing her hand on her wide hip as she stared at Rhyot while he continued to move toward the driver’s door.
“Nah,” he responded coolly as he opened the door and slid the duffle bag into the passenger seat. He didn’t even bother giving her eye contact. “The fuck you want, Leah? I ain’t got time for the bullshit.” He tried to dismiss her, and before he knew it, she eased her way toward him, entering his personal space.
Rhyot and Leah were together for almost two years before Rhyot got locked up. The separation really ain’t bother Rhy too bad, especially when he realized she was for the streets.
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Why are you playing games, trying to act like you don’t miss me?” The tequila she had been drinking definitely could be smelled on her breath, causing Rhyot to become annoyed. He hated talking to her when she was like that. She’d start acting sloppy and that shit just turned him off. The way her words slurred slightly gave away her partially intoxicated state.
“’Cause I don’t.” Rhy’s tone never wavered as their eyes finally locked. It was true. Rhy had love for Leah but he was no longer fucking with her on that level and she knew that. So he didn’t understand why she went out of her way to be in his face.
