Riding For My Ballah

Chapter 27: Love Hate Thing

Hold me tight, let me go
In my heart, in my soul
Let em go, break me down
Hate me small, make me frown
Give me love, take it all away again
Give me love, take it all away again

Love Hate Thing : Wale

GHOST

One twin down, only one twin to go. The past 8 months I have been working with the people around me to take them down. They work for me but their name is bigger than mine, and I can’t let that happen. I think it’s time for me to visit an old friend. I got into my silver BMW and started down the road. I usually have a driver, but this person has seen my face before so there was no need for secrecy. I pulled up to his house and saw that his girl was home. I sat in the car debating whether to reveal myself to her or not. Shit, if I do she might want to tell her friend, then again, I could always just speak to her. I dialed her phone number and waited as it rung throughout my car.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey sweetheart, I told you I was going to keep in touch.”

“Ghost.”

“Angel.”

“What do you want?”

“I think it’s time we put your skills to the test.”

“I have things to deal with right now.”

“Are you trying to put me on stand-by Angel?”

“Depends, what are you asking me for?”

“How much do you hate Mackenzie?”

“Too much, she took my boyfriend from me.”

“Don’t you wish she could be unhappy like you?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well, come to my side, and I promise you, she will feel the pain you have.”

“What you mean?”

“We are going to take Mason from her.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“You said the last time we spoke that he has a weakness for beautiful women?”

“Yes, but I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“You are beautiful, but you’re not who I had in mind.”

“You know she’s pregnant right? So even if they do break up, he is still going to be there for the baby.”

“Excuse me? When did she get pregnant?”

“Um, she’s been pregnant for a while now. She is actually due in the next month or so.”

“I see, well, we have to get him to believe the baby isn’t his.”

“Mm, you are evil.”

“Yea I know, but in order for this to work, you and Mackenzie are going to have to get back on speaking terms.”

“Mhm, I’m listening.”

“If you help me, I will give you whatever you want.”

“I want someone gone.”

“Someone like who?”

“Niya Parks.”

Khalil aka Sinner

“So you’re the famous Sinner?” Keyon asked, as he did both our shares of work as I looked out the one way glass out into the street.

Keyon, an 18 year old kid stuck in here along with me. His so called boys had left him to take the heat when they tried to rob a liquor store. He was tall and built like ball was his life. He had a curly afro on top of his head, with brown eyes, and chiseled features. He stood proud but when he opened his mouth, intelligence came out like he actually paid attention during school. He came in about a week ago and they put him in a cell with me, why they did that I can’t tell you. He’s been talking my ear off since I met him, but I can’t complain because he does my work. If I let him talk and look after his ass, he gets my shit done for me. Most of the time I just listen, but for some reason he has gotten interested in my life. He seems to be so innocent, yet he robbing liquor stores and selling dime bags to junkies. He reminds me of myself honestly.