Page 36 of A Boy is a Gun: Part I
Now it’s my turn to chuckle. I’ve been a part of the game way too long to know how this will be played. First, intimidation, then sudden pop-ups and visits, and finally, someone gets murdered. Ayesha resulted from his awful decision.
Taylor’s family has been the target of Jacqueline’s anger, which was very personal. With Pharoah here, I don’t doubt Jacqueline was a massive influence in his life. Why wouldn’t she be? I would be lying if I said she didn’t influence me.
The difference between Young Mumble Rapper and me is that I took what I needed from Jacqueline and bounced. Pharaoh is still a lapdog following a dead bitch’s orders.
“Ayesha was someone’s daughter, wife, and mother. She’d been with me since I was fresh out of college. Whatever she wanted, I gave it to her. I paid for her vacations, her housing, and her daughter’s college education. She was loyal. Never said a word to the cops. Never whispered a thing to the feds. She saw nothing and heard nothing. That’s a loyalty you can’t get nowadays. Now people want to sell you out to the biggest bidder. She never had a reason to.” I let out a heavy sigh. “Now she’s gone because you had beef with me. You killed an innocent woman, injured my mother, and luckily for you, you didn’t touch my daughter. But you did enough damage to last a lifetime.
“So, you think I’m stupid enough to think everything will stop because of the coffee shop?” I smile at him. I own many businesses, and I’ll be damned if this idiot is getting one of them. “What would be next? The mall? The movie theatre? The restaurant?”
“All of it,” Pharoah glares down at me. My eyes dart around, and I see his shooters are ready to empty their clips with a signal from him. “You don’t run shit, white boy.”
“You ain’t no shooter, my friend,” I warn him. “You say you’re crazy, but playing with me, we’re going to see howcrazythis white boy can get.” Pharoah doesn’t look fazed, but I smell fear before a word can be spoken. “If you think people who look like me are crazy enough to be mass shooters in the open, can you imagine how crazyI’llbe in private?”
“I’m not playing any games, white boy,” Pharoah shakes his head and steps closer to me. “I know what kind of product you’re pushing and what you’re doing. I want everyone to know I run this.” I feel the gun barrel underneath my chin and look over to see Que in the same position.
“Please understand I can kill you without firing a single weapon,” I warn him.
Pharoah cocks his gun. “Is that a promise?”
“Damn right it is,” I reply. Someone else pats me down and finds two baggies on me.
“Yo, Pharoah,” the man tosses the bags to him, inspecting them.
“Well, well, well…what do we have here?” Pharoah opens up one bag and dips his pinky in it. He takes a lick and shakes his head. “Nice.” He holds the other bag in front of his face and sees the multicolored pills.
“Yo, that’s candy for my daughter,” I lie to him.
Pharoah sniffs it to ensure it’s not drugs and tosses it to the other guys who share. They’re smirking and eating the candy in front of me. “Is that good candy?” I ask them.
“Like taking candy from a baby,” Pharoah smirks.
“I’m glad,” I relax now that I know what’s going to happen within an hour. “Are we done here?”
“Yeah, we’re done, for now, white boy.” Pharoah steps back, and his shooters relax. “We’ll be in contact, white boy. You have much stuff I’m interested in, and we can negotiate a good price.”
“I’m sure we will,” I grin at him, “see you soon, Pharoah.”
“Bye, white boy.” Pharoah snatches the chain off my neck. “I’ll keep this for safekeeping.” He smiles his mouth full of grills at me and leaves with his crew.
Que lets out a deep breath. “How long until the drugs kick in?”
“With that asshole, instantly since he’s the one that took the burundanga. With his posse there, within an hour they’ll all be dead.” I shrug. The candy-colored drug they took was fentanyl. When I told my suppliers that the EAC were interrupting their money and flow, they were more than happy to eliminate the competition. “I told that motherfucker I would kill him without firing a shot. And I plan to keep my word.”
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Taylor
Being a single mother fucking sucks.
I don’t think I appreciated enough the system Cameron had at his home. Food was always prepared. Childcare was always available. I had access to all the designer and luxury I could handle.
If I wanted a spa day, Cameron hired a masseuse to visit or sent Hayley and me to one. If I wanted a shopping spree, Cameron gave me his black card and told me to run it up.
I didn’t have to worry about my car breaking down; Cameron made sure everything was up to date on the Beemer. I didn’t have to worry about saving up for something; everything I wanted was handed to me.
The only caveat was that everything would be great if I shut up and looked the other way.
My heart sighs as my body follows. Mia is playing on the bed, and I’m just staring at my daughter, wondering if she can sense how much of a royal screw-up her Mommy is. Her drug lord Daddy is no better.
