Page 42 of What You Do To Me
The driver of the bike lifted the visor of his helmet and said, “Nos vemos en el inferno!” Once the last word came out of his mouth, he lifted his gun and opened fire.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Jawan
Fuckin’ RJ. How the fuck I let his clown ass catch me slipping? Naw the better question is why wasn’t I notified that he had even left Mexico? I had my people down there and they were supposed to have eyes on him at all times.
It felt like I got hit by a semi-truck. At this moment I was grateful that I put on my vest this morning. Normally when I come to the shop, I’m naked because niggas ain’t crazy enough to fuck with me, but I had a weird feeling when I was getting dressed. Although the vest saved me, my arm is burning like a muhfucka, so I know I got hit.
Right now, I’m laying here trying to get myself together with Tio screaming in my face for me to get up and laying on top of me. At first, I was playing the part because I heard the sirens in the background, but she’s literally about to have a panic attack.
“Baby I can smell all them onions you ate today, got damn,” I said to her and turned my nose up as I sat up.
“Jawan! What the fuck baby? You scared the shit out of me!”
She hugged my neck tight as shit. Feeling her tears soak my shirt made my chest tight and suddenly my arm didn’t hurt as bad. This muhfucka really tried me while I had my family withme. Not only is my wife hysterical but my girls are going crazy, too. Pulling back a little, I looked my wife in her eyes and my heart broke. She was legit terrified.
“I thought I lost you,” she said in my ear, barely above a whisper.
From the day that I met her I promised myself and her that she would never be in harm's way and I failed her. “I was so fuckin’ scared,” she continued to cry. By now the EMS had pulled up and made their way towards us. The medic grabbed her arm attempting to make her release me.
“Aye, my nigga get the fuck off her, aight? I got her,” I snapped with an attitude. “Baby go check on the girls, I’m good. Stop all this crying, I ain’t going nowhere. You know that.”
I wiped her tears. I know she was scared, and part of me felt like it wasn’t fair to ask her not to cry, but I needed her to maintain her strong front in front of these muhfuckas because truthfully, I didn’t know who to trust right now.
“Sir we need to get you to the hospital,” the medic stated.I shook my head from side to side.
“Naw, I ain’t going to no hospital.”
I let my eyes roam the crowd 'til they fell on Shad. He gave me a subtle nod letting me know that he had already hit the doctor that we had on payroll. The last thing I needed to be doing was answering questions to some fuckin’ cops, and that’s exactly what I had to look forward to at the hospital. Tiomi must’ve overheard me refusing the medical care because she made her way back over to me with Jalae in her arms.
“Why aren’t you going to the hospital, Grim?” her annoyance was evident on her face as she lifted my daughter a little in her arms.
“Because I said I’m not. Get the girls and let go straight home. Rex and Dirk will follow you. I’ll be there as soon as I’mdone handling something,” I replied, and her eyes immediately narrowed.
“Handling something? You were just shot. In front of me and our fuckin’ kids. Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Tiomi I need you to do what I’m asking you to do baby, don’t fight me on this.”
“You know what, fuck it. Go ahead and handle whatever business is more important than your family, Jawan Jones. You’d better just hope we’re still there when you get there.”
With that she turned and walked away. I watched her strap the girls in the car and drive off. I couldn’t deal with whether she would be there or not when I got home. There aren’t many places that she can actually be other than home.
Once the paramedic concluded that I wasn't going with them, he backed off. Shad and Darren made their way over and helped me into Shad’s car where we rode in silence to Doc’s house. The wound wasn’t as bad as I originally thought and I’m grateful that the bullet went all the way through. After a few stitches and prescription, we were out just as fast as we came.
Again, we were riding in silence because I needed to see how I was gone handle this nigga. Regardless of my ill feelings, he’s part of the cartel and those are issues that I don't want or need. Shad had sparked a blunt and passed to me, and a nigga needed it.
“Bruh I know you pissed right now because I am. In all the years that we’ve done this, we ain’t never been caught lacking. As bad as I know you wanna go after that nigga right now I can’t let you. You gotta go home and make sure your wife is good. She sounded so fucked up when she called me G. She had me thinking you were dead, too, with the way she was carrying on. I can’t let my sis go out like that. I’m 'bout to take you home.”
“I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I agree with Shad, Jawan. You need to go and make sure your family is good. You didn’t hear how she sounded when she made that call to Star.”
I knew they were right. I needed to make sure my girls were good, but the anger in me had me putting that on the back burner.
“Rashad if you take me home, I’ma get in my own whip to handle my shit. These incompetent muhfuckas let this nigga sneak me. It coulda been worse. My fuckin’ wife coulda been hurt. Or one of my fuckin’ kids. Naw I’m not letting that shit slide. Somebody gone die. A bullet for every tear they cried tonight.”
“Nigga nobody is asking you to let that shit go. I’m asking you to be smart and not lose your family. You saw the look in Tiomi’s eyes when she left nigga, she not playing with you bro’.”
