Trust in No Man 2 by Cash

Author:Cash [Cash]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2017-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

Months after Toi was buried, I still had no clear answer as to who was responsible for murdering her. Like me, Murder Mike suspected Rich Kid, but we’d seen no sign of him back in Atlanta. All we could find out was that he checked out of the hospital in Maryland, which meant he could’ve been responsible for my sister’s murder.

All doubts were removed and my suspicions confirmed when I got a page one day. I stopped at a payphone and called the number showing on the screen.

“Hello? Who paged Youngblood?” I asked when the phone was answered.

“Bitch nigga, you missed! But I didn’t!”

All I heard next was the dial tone.

Rich Kid! I knew that voice without a doubt.

I dialed the number again, hoping he’d answer. I was going to invite his punk ass to some real cowboy shit. Me and him, face to face, guns blazin’! But his punk ass never answered. Eventually, a chick answered the phone and told me it was a payphone near Georgia Baptist Hospital.

Crazy Nine gave me two weeks to settle the score with Rich Kid. Then he expected me to put business over personal matters. I understood that the show still had to go on but my heart wasn’t in it.

I did what my role on the team required, but with even less passion for the game than I’d had before Toi was killed.

Females were even no distraction from what I was feeling. I wasn’t in the mood for their stupid asses. Inez tried her best to help stem my anger but it was too great.

Late one Saturday evening, I headed out the door of Inez’ crib.

“I’m going to my sister’s grave.”

“Let us go with you,” said Inez, holding Tamia on her hip. Bianca had gone to visit her father in prison with Fat Stan’s mother.

“Nah, shawdy, I’m good,” I told Inez. She could sense my head wasn’t right.

“Please, baby,” she pleaded, looking at the bottle of Henny in my hand and the burner on my waistband. I guess she was concerned about my state of mind.

“I wanna go alone,” I replied, giving her and Tamia a goodbye kiss.

“Promise us you’ll be back,” she whispered, tears dripping down her face.

“Girl, you’re trippin’.”

“Look at your daughter and promise her you’ll be back.”

Without saying a word, I kissed them both before heading out the front door.

Toi had been laid to rest at the cemetery on Martin Luther King Drive. When I reached her plot, I kneeled on the grass and laid my head against her headstone. I had the bottle of Henny clutched in my hand. I had drunk half of it on the drive over to the cemetery while listening to Faith Evan’s Missing You.

With teary eyes I said, “Sis, I miss you like crazy. You was always my favorite girl. No matter what, in my eyes you could do no wrong. I would give anything for you to still be here with me. With you gone, life just ain’t worth living.” I took a gulp of Henny straight to the head.

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