Page 42 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Aight, aight. I’m heading that way now,” I said hanging up on him. My head fell to the back as I sighed deeply. “Aye OG, if you ready to call a nigga home from all this stress just do it.”
Standing, I pulled the shirt I was wearing earlier off the back of the chair and put it back on. I then slid my feet into a pair of slides, snatched up my keys, and headed out the door.
Sage Springs wasn’t where I resided, so it normally took me an average forty-five minutes to get there. Today it would take me twenty. I hopped in my demon and floored that hoe. I couldn’t tell you how many cops I passed on the way down, but I was thankful they weren’t stupid enough to try and chase me. I was only going 180 miles-per-hour, but I had another thirty-one left on that thang to max out. I could promise you they weren’t touching me.
By the time I made it into the city, it was a few minutes after midnight. Twelve had the block shut down and all I could hear was them shouting put the gun down. Whoever the crazy bitch was, damn sho’ was making them muthafuckas work tonight. I pulled up with my whip roaring causing them to divert their attention to me for a split second.
I stepped out and was immediately approached by two officers. “Sir, you need to stay back and clear the area.”
“Man, if you don’t get the fuck out my face. This my shit!” I shouted. I was already annoyed; he needed to not try me.
“You’re Mr. Greek?” the other one questioned in shock.
“Muthafucka didn’t I just say that. Focus on who the fuck damaging my shit. Where the fuck she at and why a hot one ain’t in the bitch yet?” They looked at each other with a look of hesitation. “What nigga? Say what the fuck it is!”
“She claimed to be your wife, Mr. Greek?”
My facial expression was of nothing but pure confusion… until it registered. “You gon’ regret embarrassing me.”I wasn’t expecting her to get her lick back so damn fast, but I had toadmit, a nigga dick was on brick knowing she could get on that type of timing. I ain’t need no pussy footing muthafucka around me, not even the one that stole my name. I smirked as I said, “Take me to her.”
All I could hear was her screaming, “This my nigga shit, I can do whatever the fuck I please to it. You must not know who the fuck I am. My family supply all you stupid muthafuckas with a hefty yearly bonus. Atkins own you, remember that!”
I didn’t want to rain on baby girl’s parade but the same people that looked out for her family was doing the same for mine. This was a new city, so I knew to come in paying double the price. If you wanted to play, you had to pay. My money was sitting in everybody’s pockets out here.
I didn’t want Sage Springs; a nigga was just trying to feed a few folks and play the shadows. The Atkins could have this shit. Bentley was family and now that Clover was as well, I had no intention whatsoever of taking over. However, my shop was going to flourish. I could promise you that.
Pushing through the crowd, I was finally laying eyes on my wife. She was pissed but that didn’t stop her from being so goddamn beautiful. Smirking, I stepped pass the cautioned officers asking, “Is that right?”
Seeing me here seemed to startle her. She jumped back giving me a look of surprise before it turned cold. “What’s yours is mine, ain’t that what you said? So, if I want to shoot this shit up, I will.” She turned around and put a few more holes in the window. The officers ain’t know what to do. I caught one officer creeping up with his trigger finger itching.
I pulled my Glock from my waist and sized him up. “I wish the fuck you would. I’ll paint this sidewalk red with you tonight. You better ease that gun up off my wife,” I warned him.
“Sir, she’s erratic and damaging property. She has to be stopped,” he challenged.
“She’ll stop when she ready. Back the fuck up, and I ain’t repeating myself!” I was on ten behind mine. Was I pissed she was tearing my shit up? You goddamn right I was. However, I was gon’ let her get it off her chest.
The sergeant on scene stepped up with a look of defeat. With his hands on his hips, he said, “Mr. Greek, I’m sergeant Owen. I know this is a bit much, but you have to stop her. This can’t go on. It’ll get to a point where your decisions no longer matter, and the state will take it over. Stop her.”
“Fuck… aight. I got it.”
Turning around, Clover was reloading her pistol with a new clip. If this was any other circumstance, I would’ve taken her ass to the back and relieved both our anger. Truth was, she could do whatever she wanted as long as she came home with a nigga. I’d tame her wild ass without hesitation.
Before she could let off another shot, I grabbed the gun from her. “Give it back!” she shouted.
“Make me. Why the hell you fuckin’ my shit up Ma? You that goddamn pressed for some attention? All you had to do was come home,” I taunted.
“Fuck you and fuck that old ass bitch. Smiling in her face like you ain’t accounted for. Then you humiliate me by making me apologize to the hoe… yeah, I got something for yo’ ass.” She went in her pocket and pulled out a box of matches. I noticed there was a Molotov cocktail at the salon’s front door. If I didn’t stop her for real, I wasn’t gon’ have a business to run.
I quickly snatched the box from her and yoked her lil’ ass up throwing her over my shoulder. Like the dramatic and emotional woman she was, she started kicking and screaming as if I was hurting her. “Put me down you bastard and get the fuck off of me. I’m gon’ have my cousins beat yo’ ass!”
“Mr. Greek, how do you want us to proceed? This is unacceptable behavior,” the sergeant spoke once I had her away from the building.
“I wish you would press charges on me nigga. You said what’s yours is mine so why can’t I tearmyshit up? You a fuckin’ liar!” she yelled. Her crazy ass was still on ten.
“Mr. Greek…” he was patiently waiting for an answer. I had one for him too.
Since she wanted to show her ass then turn around and claim me like shit was sweet, she had one option. Placing Clover on her feet, I kept my arm wrapped around her waist tightly. She looked at me with a glare so cold, I could’ve turned to stone. I liked her mean ass a lil’ too much.
“You using a nigga name just to do damage so tell me this… you coming home with me, right? You ‘bout to fulfill yo’ wifely duties, right? You ‘bout to love on a nigga and love doing it, right?”
