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Chapter 6: It aint that easy’……
Last Night was all I could think about. From The Party, to Jacob, the hospital, the secret Jacobs not telling me, to Trevor, to my parents,to the kiss and now to the wondering eyes at this school, it felt like a bunch of missing puzzle pieces. As I entered the door, the kids of the families who were at my parents party all whispered to themselves keeping there eyes on me. I knew they were talking about how the “new kid”, or “the thug” is now Miss Rich girl’s boy toy. Or the other way around. I also heard comments how Jacobs going to rape me, beat me, make me sell drugs with him, and all that other bull crap. I couldn’t take it, but I had to push myself. Jacob didn’t even ride with me to school this morning, he thought he was going to be pushing the help of my parents if he caught a ride in a “limo”. Which is kind of true…My dad doesn’t like him. I’m actually starting to believe my mom is hopping on his train as well. I bet if I changed the way Jacob dressed they would take him more seriously…but Jacob would slap me before he do that. I chuckled to myself. I don’t know…but I kind of like the way Jacob was. I love his anger issues versus a boy who was uppity and happy all the time. I think I like Bad boys…haha. But on the other side of my happiness…I still don’t know what happen to Jacob to have him beat up pretty badly that night…he wont tell me. I hope jacob is okay… I entered my classroom.
I told Y/N i was going to walk to school. Shit, I dont fucks with her parents…AT ALL. I hate niggas like that, as soon as you ask to spend a night they think you want the whole world too. So I walked…but I really needed to meet up with Fat Tray and Marcus. We had to figure how we was going to get 10 pounds and 500 grand in the next 48 hours. After today…we would have 24 hours left. Shit. I looked up, and saw I was on the avenue I grew up on. Feels good to be back…but just thinking about Y/N…it made me want to change. I shook my head, and entered an alley way. I knocked on the door 3 times and I was pulled inside. The room was dim, and smelled nothing of weed.
"Bout time nigga!„,We over here stressin’. " Fat tray said taking a puff of his blunt. I sat down at the pool table.
"Bro…Jay…what we going to do bro..James aint’ no where to be found. Ray and Roc no where to be found." Marcus said pacing back and forth. I sat back and laid my feet on the table. Didn’t I tell you I was the smartest nigga…these niggas needed me. Especially when we had a dirty ass ransom. Dont get me wrong…I was scared, but I aint no punk.
"I know what we fuckin’ need to do! I SAY WE GO FIND THEM BITCHES , AND PUT ONE IN THEY ASS!" Fat tray said raising his gun up. I guess when he said bitches…he was referring to james, ray, and roc.
"Sit down." I said blunt.
"BRO JAY! YOU ACTING ALL CALM AND SHIT! WE ABOUT TO GET KILLED OVER YO DADDY JAMES STUPID ASS!" Fat tray said yelling.
"HE NOT MY DADDY! Nigga, just took me in on some foster home shit. And plus I understand how you feel….both of you…but maybe if you calm down I can tell yall stupid fucks what to do next." I said blunt. Fat tray obliged and sat down.
"Now look…. James dipped on us…Ray and Roc, took the merchandise. Dont yall see it….its a setup!"
Marcus eyes widened.
"How would that be a setup fool?" Fat tray said.
"Didnt yall notice how James went to be on his phone that whole time while we was in the car waiting on them niggas. Its a setup that went wrong. James got a little too greedy. Probably forgot about some old debts he owed jose…we just got stuck in the middle. James used us as pawns. A damn diversion to get away." I explained.
"What about Ray and Roc…" Marcus asked.
I laughed. “Them fools just got scary, greedy and ran like bitches.” I leaned over to get Fat Trays gun…”That’s where this come in.” I said raising up the gun.
"Now ya talkin’!" Fat tray said clasping his hands together.
"So what we do about the 10 pounds and 500 grand…?" Marcus asked.
I knew that question was going to show up. Dont get me wrong…I could get 10 pounds. but 500 grand. Shit. That’s a lot of money. Then…I thought about Y/N.
"Let me handle the money….now for the 10 pounds…we get James, ray, and roc." I said sliding the gun to Tray. Marcus and Tray knew what that meant. That both got up to get the box of guns. We was going bounty hunting.
Damn…That money was about to stir up a whole bunch of problems.
Two class periods went by, and Jacob still wasn’t at school. I knew it. He was hiding something from me. I should know whats going on right? I mean were together right? Well we only kissed once but still! I looked around…still no Jacob.
"If you’re looking for the problem child he’s not here." Trevor said sitting down. "You’re safe with me."
"I wasn’t looking for no one."
"Good." Trevor said sliding his desk over by me a little.
"If you’re here to tease me about last night…please save it okay."
"Nah…im not..just here to warn you about boys like Jacob who take liking in you. They only want two things Y/N"
I Rolled my eyes. “What?”
"Sex. and Money." Trevor said. His voice became different. He wasn’t the overly flirtatious Trevor…he was the serious one.
"Jacob doesnt like me for that…he just want someone to help him…teach him how to love,…—"
"You can’t teach someone whose been living in dirt for 17 years how to be clean." Trevor spat back.
"I advice you to Shut up. You sound very retarded"
"And Y/N you’re acting Very stupid! What are you trying to do? Date a hobo and marry him too. You think he wants you for your brains? If you think that…you can just wake up from that dream." Trevor said whispering loudly.
I stayed quiet.
"I like you a lot Y/N… And also care about you enough to stop you from making the worst decision of your life…" Trevor finished.
I stayed calm as we pulled up to a small Trap House. This was where Roc and Ray lived. They really lived with a foster family too, but they were hardheaded rebels that felt like they could do good on there own so they broke into this old house. Usually smart niggas on the run would find a different hide out but they was stupid amateurs. I peeked out the car window and saw smoke coming out the broken down chimney. They was in there. I quickly slid my black gloves on, and slipped my hoodie on . It was time to pay, and receive.
"Jay, you sure you dont want us to back you up?" Marcus asked.
"Nah, I got this…yall stay in the car, pull around the back." I said as marcus turned the car towards the back. Fat tray passed me the duffle bag. I threw it around my shoulder.
"Make sure you put one in both of they heads for me." Fat tray said. I couldnt even laugh. I didnt like killing people, but I did it anyway. They deserved it.
"iight." I said as I got out. I Ran towards the back of the house. As I did this, all I could think about was Y/N. Images of me kissing her soft lips made me shiver. Damn…that annoying ass girl had a effect on me no other bitch had. I shook it off. If she saw what I was about to do, she wouldnt forgive me. Thats why I couldnt tell her…I couldnt tell her that I was out on a ransom…I couldnt tell her what happen that night… I couldnt even promise my own self…. promise myself that after I get the money, and drugs to jose I was done with this business. I couldnt even promise that.
I slowly pulled on the back door…it was locked. The house was old anyway, so I broke the knob with my gun. It opened. I slowly slipped inside…The house was full of smoke, and the smell of drugs in construction. I looked in the kitchen…just as I suspected… drugs was being cooked. Well…I can check 10 pounds on the list…but I had to deal with roc and ray. I sat the duffle bag down, easing my way to the living room…there roc was…sleeping. I slid my gun back into my belt. I was gone wake this nigga up first. I didnt want to use the gun, then ray would here me. I went back to the duffle bag, removing the strap. Then I walked over to roc.
"Time to wake up brother…!" I said quickly pulling the strap under rocs neck, wrapping then tugging. Roc jumped up, gasping for air.
"W…what..the ..f-fuck." Roc gasped, as he pulled on the straps. We both fell to the floor. Roc starting to squirm.
"Hey bro…remember me!" I screamed.
"I-im….s-sorry…" Roc said. This bitch was turning red. I tightened my grip. He tried to kick and fight back, but he was running out of air.
"Remember the number one rule… Brothers Come first!!" I pulled harder, snapping his neck. His body movements soon became still. I was breathing hard…then I wiped my sweat. I stared at him…It didnt have to be like this, but its a cold world out here. I’ll do anything to save my ass. I took my strap back then reattached it to the bag. Rays turn. I grabbed my gun, and slowly walked up the stairs. The shower was running. Once I was on the second floor of the house, I tip toed to the bathroom door… I put my head against it. Ray was in the shower. This could happen two ways…
Ray could not hear me and I could easily get him.
Or ray could hear me, and fight back.
I took that risk.
I slowly opened the door…it creaked.
"Ay Roc bro, that pound still cooking?" Ray asked.
I didnt say nothing…I just walked closer to the yellow shower curtains.
"Roc?" Ray said peeking from the shower curtain.
"NO! JAY!" I shot at Ray. Still holding on to the shower curtains, Ray slipped and fell in tub. He screamed. I did the pleasure of turning the shower off. as he screamed in pain. I bent down.
"iight…bro…you got two options. One…You can tell me where the pounds at?…You can tell me where james at? and I wont kill you as long and painful as roc. Two…You dont want to know." I said pulling rays hair so he can face.
"Fuck you!" He said spitting in my face. I grew furious. I quickly pointed my gun, banging at his head. Shooting him like 5 times. I calmed down.
"Should of just went with the first option bitch." I quickly got up, running back down stairs. I grabbed the duffle bag, grabbing the 12 pounds I seen on the kitchen table. I zipped up the bag, going back to the kitchen i turned the oven up high. leaving it open and ran out . A tear left my eye….but it had to be done. I jumped in the car, and we burned off.
"You got it." Tray said as he opened the bag.
I stayed quiet. I killed two of my brothers I grew up with. Gambled with. Sold drugs with. Did bad things with. Foster brothers that went through the same shit I went through. I stayed quiet. They were my brothers who left me hanging….but…shit happens. Marcus looked at me…but didn’t say nothing. He knew how I felt. Cant never say a nigga like me aint’ got no feelings.
"iight WE GET THAT BITCH JAMES NEXT?!" Fat tray said.
"Nah…lets go back to the spot. Cant be driving around with this shit in the car." I said softly. It was true, but I didnt feel like going around proving the "white" man right anymore. Marcus looked at tray and nodded. I sat back in my seat, and looked out the window. That money was on my mind…I Was going to have do something that might jeopardize my new friendship and relationship with Y/N.
I was at home. I was getting late, and jacob still didnt come home. I looked at my phone. Still no jacob. Was he going back home? Just then I heard the door open.
"Miss Y/N…Mr. Jacob." One of the maids said leading him inside the living room.
”Jacob!” I said as i ran, hugging him tight. He hugged me back, but even tighter. I looked at him, before he could even say anything, I kissed him. He depended the kiss. I stopped…he looked worried.
"Why didnt you come to school today!"
"I needed to handle some." He said sitting down on the couch.
"Can you stop it with that , and tell me where you actually went!"
"I just ran an errand." He said quick.
"Oh…So when you showed up to my house all bloody and hurt,…im guessing that was an errand too."
"Bro. Why cant you just let that go…" Jacob said.
"Let it go?! Let it go?! All I know is, that someone beat the shit out of you. Do you know how that feels to finally talk to someone…they know so much about you, but you dont know shit about them! If you’re still running "drug" errands, you can tell me!"
"Y/N…You just dont understand. You won’t understand—" Jacob said softly. That made me shiver with worry. He didnt have that angry thug tone he usually had…it was more so a tone of a boy that didnt know where to go.
"Who wont understand?" My mother said as she walked in the living room, with my father.
"Oh…no one mother. Just some school gossip." I lied.
"Oh okay. How about you two get ready for dinner…and Jacob we would like to talk about helping you…" My mother said. I grew happy.
"That’s fine I can leave—" He started.
"Jacob." I said quickly. He looked at me. I wonder where he was earlier? Im not letting this one go. Maybe at dinner I can tell my parents that jacob and I are together now. I wonder how that would go.
We went to go freshen up for dinner.
As Y/N family went to the dining room for dinner, I paced back and forth in the main hallway. I needed to get that 500 grand quick. The real Jacob wouldve been got that money from Y/N parents safe, but I have feelings for Y/N. She’s the only one who have opened a door for me to change. I would feel even more guilty if I took money, without them knowing. Think about how hurt Y/N would be…. I had too. Just this once. Its better than me not getting the money. Jose would kill me, and Y/N would be even more depressed. I had too. She won’t find out. I walked quickly down the hallway to her fathers office. Closing the door behind me. Cases of books everywhere…a big desk full of papers. A Nice couch. Walls with pictures of celebrities, and business partners. Damn. This nigga had it made in the shade. But…What does he do exactly? Fuck it…I need to find the money. I ran around the room…looking in the desk drawers…nothing. I looked in the couch…nothing. I looked behind the cases of book…nothing. I scanned over the desk…there it was. A check.
A check for 600,000 dollars.
Made out to
"Well Mr. Latimore…. I see You’ve founded it."
I quickly turned around. Y/N’s father shut the door quietly behind him. I froze. How the fuck he knew my last name?
"Oh excuse my manners…Have a seat…please." He smirked.
What was happening?
Vannah - Hope you enjoy chapter 6. Sorry it took me long to update. BUT HEY, Its a little longer than the last chapter right. Got to keep you on the edge of your seat now. Lol You want more? Like this, Reblog this! Inbox me! Did you like it so far?