“What did you think was gonna happen?”
“I thought I was in trouble.” Marvin looked at RJ. “I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“I thought that after I said that I didn’t like your decision, that you went to him.”
RJ laughed. “No, Money, wasn’t nothing like that. He came to see me.” RJ shook his head. “It freaked me out, I open the door and there’s Chuck. Looking like he’d sooner kill me, talkin’ ‘bout your uncle is outside. He’d like a word with you.”
“Shit, then you can imagine what I was going through when you said we’re coming to you.”
“I guess you were sweatin’ bullets the whole time you were waiting,” RJ said and laughed.
“Nigga, please. Sweatin’ bullets is too weak for what I was feeling. Shit, I didn’t know if he was coming to put two in my head or what.”
Once Zaketa picked them up and took them back to Marvin’s car, they set out in search of Psych and Latavius. They went around to all of the spots that he was known to frequent, but he wasn’t in any of those places. That was when they ran into Russell Benton. He told RJ and Marvin where Latavius’s girlfriend, Phenicia lived.
When they arrived at her apartment, she looked through the peephole and saw that it was RJ and Marvin, she went and got her phone to send a text before she opened the door.
“What y’all want?”
“Latavius, he here?” Marvin asked.
“No,” she said and tried to close the door, but Marvin put his hand on the door to stop her.
“You don’t mind if we look around,” he said and pushed his way in.
“Yeah, I do mind,” Phenicia said, but Marvin and RJ didn’t seem to care. Once they were satisfied that Latavius wasn’t there, they left.
“You be sure to tell your boy that we’re looking for him,” Marvin said.
“And we will find him,” RJ said on his way out the door.
They left the building and were on their way back to Marvin’s car when he saw the gun come out the window. He pushed RJ and yelled, “Get down!”
RJ and Marvin hit the ground as the car stopped and two gunmen got out and continued firing. RJ and Marvin lay motionless as bullets rained over their heads, waiting on their chance to fire back. When there finally was a lull in the shooting, RJ opened fire on the shooter, while Marvin made his way toward the car, busting shots as he ran.
RJ kept firing until he saw that Marvin had made it to the car. He got in, started it up and went back for RJ.
When RJ saw Marvin coming, he came up firing. Marvin drove the car between RJ and the shooters and began firing as RJ got in.
“Get us out of here, Money.”
Marvin dropped the car in drive and floored it. He drove down the street to get them out of there. They had driven for a minute or two before RJ announced that the shooters weren’t following.
“You think Phenicia sold us out?” RJ asked.
“I’m sure of it,” Marvin said and made a U-turn.
When they got back to her apartment building, they went up to her unit and knocked on the door again. Marvin and RJ were forced to dive for the ground as Phenicia fired at the door. When they heard the sound of the empty gun clicking, RJ and Marvin got off the floor.
RJ kicked the door in, and Marvin rushed in. Phenicia dropped the gun and began backing up immediately. When RJ rushed toward her, she screamed and tried to run, but she didn’t get far before he grabbed her and dragged her kicking and screaming back into the living room.
“If you scream again, I’ll kill you,” RJ said with his gun to her head.
Marvin went into the kitchen and got a chair. RJ picked her up from the floor and put her in it as Marvin went to find something to tie her up with. RJ busted out laughing when Marvin came back with panty hose.
“Fuck you, RJ,” he said and tied Phenicia to the chair while RJ laughed. Once he was done, Marvin took out his gun and pressed the barrel against her forehead as tears streamed down her cheeks.