"I thought you hated it, being apart of that life, living like that.." he spoke lowly.
"I did, but like I said, I need him. If we got any chance of getting' outta this shit at least.." I explained.
He stayed silent causing me to speak up again.
"Wassup ?" Asked, softly punching his shoulder, "you look like you got sum to say.."
"It's nothing," he waved off, grabbing the notebook that I'd brought along with the map.
I rolled my eyes at his sorry ass lying skills before speaking again.
"nigga say it." I chuckled.
"it's just.." he paused and sighed, "I don't understand why he'd make you do something like that.." he mumbled.
"Cant he just help us, without all the extra stuff?" He added
"you don't know my uncle, nigga ain't doing shit for free, not even for family. I know for a fact that if I don't make this drop—he ain't helpin us with shit else." I explained.
Elijah shook his head before talking again, "so what is it, what does he want you to do?"
"transport, he want me to lead the niggas that's moving his product across the city. If I do it I get some of the cut."
Again he looked as if he wanted to say something, but instead let it go." This time I let him.
"Adio I don't want anything to happen to you...." he spoke up randomly.
"I'm sorry if that's too "soft" for you, or if it makes you uncomfortable, but I'm just being honest" he continued.
I was caught off guard to be honest, like I really didn't know what to say, but I ain't want him to worry about that shit.
"and nothin' will, plus I ain't even decide if imma do it yet..." I shrugged.
"But you're contemplating it, and I feel like I know you well enough to know that if something makes you contemplate, then there's a good chance you'll do it." He spoke.
I creased my eyebrows as I thought, "you've known me for like a month, you think that's enough ?"
He looked down at the ground before speaking, "yea you're right." Was all he said.
A part of me felt bad, I don't know why, I was right. But I did
"ay look," I sighed, "just trust me aight."