Blood of a Boss 5: Blood in my Eyes by Askari

Author:Askari [Askari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2019-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The city was too hot for Heemy and the homies to be riding around in the same vehicles they had back at the pier, so after driving across the bridge to Camden, New Jersey, where they switched rides at Heemy’s apartment, they drove out to Delaware County to see Smitty.

They were parked up the block from the cul-de-sac, where Smitty’s house was situated at the bottom. Their headlights were turned off and their engines were quietly running. Heemy and Gizzle were tucked behind the 30% tint in Heemy’s F-250, while Snot Box and D-Day were parked right behind them, blowing on a Wood and leaned back in the buttah leather seats in Heemy’s Impala SS. The four men could have easily piled into one ride, but having niggas seated behind him in the back seat was a no-no in Heemy’s eyes. It was a horror story waiting to happen, too easy for a muthafucka to leave him with his brains splashed against the windshield and dash.

“Damn, Scrap, that’s ya moms going in on you like that?” Gizzle stated when Heemy handed over his cell phone. The news segment from CNN was all over Facebook, and everybody Heemy knew was tagging him in the video of Treesha throwing him under the bus. It didn’t surprise him. He knew the way his mom got down. He was just wondering whether or not he was wrong for thinking about killing her. He figured if it was so easy for Treesha to throw her only son’s life away, then why should it be so hard for him to take hers?

Vrrrrrm! Vrrrrrm! Vrrrrrm!

Heemy’s cell phone vibrated in Gizzle’s hand, and Gizzle handed it back to him. Looking at the screen, Heemy saw it was Treesha calling. He started to block her, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he accepted the call.

“What’chu calling me for?”

“Heemy Boo, where you at?” Treesha called him the nickname she gave him as a child. “I need a lil’ sum’n, sum’n. And before you say no,” she rambled off fast, “this ain’t no handout. I got about five hunnid dollars. White Boy Frank just rolled up, and he wanna get the party started. And you know how White Boy Frank do, his ass be done ran back and forth to the ATM about twenty damn times before the morning come. I’m try’na get this money, so gawn and lay sum’n on me. I’ma break you off wit’cha cut.”

Listening to his mother’s voice and knowing she was leading him into a trap, brought tears to Heemy’s eyes. Refusing to let his tears fall, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and then spoke to her calmly.

“What color you want?”

“Huhn? Boy, what’chu talking ‘bout?”

“I said what color?” Heemy growled at her. “Yellow, pink, or blue?”

“Boy, what the fuck is you talking ‘bout?” Treesha raised her voice. “I ain’t said nothing about no goddamned colors.”

“Bitch, I’m talking about the dress I’ma bury you in. What color you want?”

“Oh, hell naw!”

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