Page 84 of Stay Dangerous

But Pooh was my pops. And the first rule he taught me, my brother, and my cousin, was trust no bitch.

The front doors open, and there the nigga Trippy is, my bitch holding onto him for dear life.

“Aw shit,” Ty-Ty muttered beside me.

I snatched the ski mask from my lap and pulled it on my head, over my braids. I ain’t have to make sure they were doing the same.

I checked the glock, and there were still some bullets left. Ty-Ty kept the car idling.

“Go slow. Then after the first shot, peel off.”

“Aight, man.”

I knew he wanted to ask who exactly was I aiming at, but he wouldn’t. Because whether it was Trippy, Snow, or both of them, he still was gonna ride for me.

I rolled the window down as Ty-Ty began to creep up the block. She said something to him, and that nigga smiled.

And I let it rip.

One shot, in his chest. If I was right, he wouldn’t die. Not right away. His lung would be clipped, and it would be up to whatever surgery team the First Nations got on standby to save they nigga.

Ty-Ty pressed his foot on the gas, and I shot up the clinic, fucking up all they windows, before we tore off back toward Fredo’s whip.

My mind was on autopilot. Dump the car. Dump the gun. I knew what I had to do.

Except, that’s not what I needed to do. No. I needed to finish this shit.

“I’ll catch up with y’all.”

Fredo peered at me as I got out, but neither of them said shit.

“Call me when y’all back at the Birch.”

“Fasho,” Ty-Ty answered, before driving off.

Raleigh Park was a fifteen minute walk from where we parked Fredo’s car.

I took in a part of the city I shouldn’t be walking in, trying to unlock the muscles in my shoulders.

I had no idea when Snow would be home, and I didn’t give a fuck. All I knew was she would come home, and I would be there when she did.

I cut through her backyard and went in through the window after an uneventful walk. I thought niggas would catch wind, and try to knock Luney, but just as I thought, when it really counted, niggas were scary. I made eye contact with multiple niggas, and they went the other way.

I prolly should have went the long way, but I wasn’t thinking. My mind was still on autopilot. I had to lay eyes on Snow. But before that, I needed to know who the fuck got to her when she was supposed to be mine.

After climbing through her window, I went straight to the shoebox under her bed, and got the piece I kept there. Tucking it in the back of my jeans, I sat at her desk and proceeded to go through her emails and her instant messages.

Nothing out the ordinary.

Nothing on her MyRoom.

Not even in her messages with Set.

But all that meant was she was smarter than me. Dumb as fuck, since nothing she could ever do would stay secret, but smart enough not to have shit just laying around.

I heard the front door open, and exited out of everything. I turned toward the door just as it opened, showing me who I thought was my bitch.

She was dirty, covered in dried blood, though the spot between her legs was prolly hers.