Wifey: Part 1

I shook my head and tried to remain focused. “If y’all even feel like shit ain’t right, just start blazing.”

When we got downstairs to the lower level we heard a few hushed voices. Finally, Bebo called out, “Yo, Nico, that’s you?”

“All day,” I replied as I bent the corner. Look at this dumb muthafucka, I thought. With his mouth and hands duct-taped behind his back, battered and bruised sat Brandon. He was real fucked up. And surrounding him was Bebo, Corey, and Earl. When Brandon fucked up the hit on Skeen by allowing Shabazz to get away, I told him that he had to lay low until the dust settled. He sure had enough paper from the hit to get outta Dodge. As soon as our eyes met, I knew what time it was. He’d given me up.

“What’s good?” I asked Bebo as if he didn’t have a prisoner just inches from my face.

“I didn’t know we was having a house party,” Bebo remarked dryly. “Why don’t we film this shit and put it up on YouTube?”

I smirked. “What are you talkin’ ’bout?”

“You actin’ brand new, Nico. I called you out. No disrespect, but why you bring your bodyguards.”

“These are our soldiers, man. They’d take a bullet for you!” I stated, trying to feel out the situation. “You coulda been hemmed up in here for all I know, and if that were true, you woulda been happy to see these muthafuckas.”

I wanted to mention that he had Corey and Earl flanked at his side, but that wasn’t really the point.

Ignoring my last remark, Bebo walked over to Brandon and ripped his duct-tape from off his mouth.

“Listen to what this muthafucka is saying ’bout why he killed Skeen.”

There wasn’t anything that Brandon could say that I didn’t already know. I took out my Glock and emptied three joints into his chest cavity. No need in prolonging the inevitable. There wasn’t any way that he was walking out of there alive and on the strength of his sister—an ex girlfriend of mine—I put him out of his misery.

“Damn, Nico, why the fuck you do that?!” Bebo barked. His pressure had risen because he didn’t get the show he wanted. He wanted to see the look on my face when Brandon said that I’d paid him to murder Skeen.

“It don’t matter why he murdered Skeen. Y’all niggas shoulda handled this already. I don’t know why you sittin’ here babysitting this muthafucka!”

BJ wasn’t a dummy. He chimed in to help bolster my action. “Y’all know Nico is quick to let his thang go! If you wanted someone more diplomatic, then you called the wrong dude.”

I nodded my head in agreement as Bebo glared at me. I continued to grip the handle of my Glock, never tucking it back in my waist. If Corey or Earl even flinched, I’d body them both.

After a few tense seconds, I stated. “Yo, we out. I got outta my bed for this?”

“Oh, no doubt,” Bebo replied. He switched up his mood and body language quickly. “But, yo, what about the work? We still gonna fuck with the niggas from the party? I need you to come through tomorrow for a meeting with them.”

“Just let me know the time and place and I’ll be there,” I said. “How much work we talkin’?”

“Between seventy and eighty keys a month of that pure Columbian uncut shit. Straight off the boat.”

I nodded.

“A’ight, tomorrow. Hit me up.”

As we walked toward my car BJ asked in a rushed whisper, “We not fucking with that snitch are we?”

“Hell nah! And I ain’t going to no meeting that the feds will be listening in on. Fuck that! Bebo has got to go, but we gotta do it right. He has to disappear and never be found.” I leaned on my car. “BJ, I’m putting you on that. Get rid of that muthafucka!”

CHAPTER 12

Mia

Ever since I suspected that Jasmine might have something going on with Nico, it was almost like I had become obsessed with knowing who Nico was with and what he was doing every second of the day.

I had never spoken up and confronted him about Jasmine because I was afraid of what his reaction might be. Plus, other than the fact that they were calling and texting each other, it wasn’t like I had any other hardcore proof that they were actually fucking.

One thing I did was, I started keeping tabs on every number that showed up on Nico’s phone bill just to see if I saw any kind of patterns. Whenever I saw a number on his bill that I didn’t recognize, I would block my phone number and call that number to see who picked up. And I would also Google the phone number just to see what would come up.

Nico was staying in contact with a chick in Maryland on a regular basis. I had a good idea who she was, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. And there was also another chick with a Virginia phone number he was calling on a regular basis, but I had no idea who she was.