Run

Deadly...

Jac

Almost 3 hours in, after hopping on I-20 to Rayville, Louisiana. I sat in the passenger's seat of Black's ride as The Chronic album faintly sounded throughout the speakers. My blood boiled badly, till the point that a drank nor kush could ease my mind. I couldn't wrap my mind around what happened to my nigga. Rome was cool, no doubt but I wasn't really rocking with him like that but all in all he was a cool nigga from the little I did know. All that was on my mind was deading Sina sooner than later, by all means. I was heated. This nigga took out my cousin, one of my best friends and a nigga I was cool with. There's no letting any of this shit get a pass and that's on my mama, I won't stop until this nigga somewhere stanking, I'm on one.

Before jumping on this highway, we had to get my niggas, Boadie and Terrence, Trev's brother. Trev's people were taking the news hard especially his mama. Terrence had to calm her down. She was having a nervous breakdown in front of his younger siblings and he had to keep her at ease until his auntie made it to his house before he could actually leave out with us. That, I understood...

I sighed before running my hands down my face. I turned around in my seat to look at my nigga Terrence who sat behind me in the backseat. "You good nigga?", I queried.

He didn't say a word, only gave me a simple head nod before gazing out the window at the ongoing traffic. I sat correctly in my seat. I clenched my jaws as I tried to put my mind elsewhere as the ride continued. As Black kept his eyes on the busy road ahead of him, he took his right hand and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a hard pack of Newports, he pulled out a square and put it to his mouth. Letting the pack rest on his lap, he took a b.i.c lighter and lit it.

With the thick tension lingering throughout the car due to multiple personalities dealing with stress, anybody with the no clue of what the fuck was going could feel this shit at an instant. No one bothered to say a word for the hours spent. After a while we hopped off the highway and drove into the night of Rayville. Night had officially fell and the streets weren't heavy with traffic. As we rode down the narrow dark road, I couldn't help but feel the tires rotate against the beaten street, which carried more potholes than cracks. The shit was terrible but driving slowly, Black managed to get by without flattening his tires.

After a couple of minutes or so, Black pulled into a parking lot of an apartment complex...

Rayville West
122 Coenen Dr
Rayville, LA - 71269...

Black turned the car off and turned in a way which made him able to see all of us. "Aight look, be easy up in there man. These niggas with the shits. Guns lying around, shit, even the bitches get down with them hammers. It's all business in there and shit, we will get searched so leave the pistols in here. Real shit, they know me and I still get searched but y'all random niggas in my nigga's Des eyes, so the shit all mandatory when walking into this nigga's crib.", Black explained.

Terrence and I both understood and answered with a simple "aight". I mean the whole lil situation was understandable. Buddy ass don't know us. I'd be on the same shit if new niggas were coming to my spot to do business. Shit, you never know anyone's true intentions...

"So if these niggas try to dead us then what the fuck we do, just stand around and let it happen since we not strapped?", Boadie queried."Stand around smilin in a house full of niggas we never met and shit", Boadie continued.

Black put his attention on Boadie. "Nigga don't do or say no dumb shit that'll get ya ass handed to you, that's what you gone do man. Take heed to what the fuck I'm sayin and shit, our reason for comin out here is to get some new shit anyway, we'll be leavin with some clean gats. Put that attitude in ya back pocket and come on so we can be in and outta there", Black said in an exasperated tone.