Ridin With the Realest 2

K.C. Mills

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 25 août 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541667
• Langue: English

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Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

Contents



Where we left off…

Charlie Jones

Delvin “Fray” Simmons

Yazmine “Yaz” Carter

Rio “Tek” Anderson

Charlie

Calvin “Hawk” Cason

Fray

Charlie

Fray

Tek

Yaz

Lucas “Luke” Ford

Charlie

Fray

Reginald “Reg” Sanderson

Charlie

Tek

Charlie

Fray

Agent Shylynn Rogers

Asia Albertsons

Hawk

Fray

Luke

Tek


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Where we left off…

T he sound of a gun chambering caused me to turn and face the entry to the room that I was in. I went to reach for my hammer, but it wasn’t there.
It wasn’t until then that I remembered I left it in the car so that I wouldn’t have it on me in the hospital while I was with Charlie a few hours earlier.
“So, I need to get out of my feelings? I’ll see what I can do about that, but looks like you won’t be living long enough to see that shit happening.”
Hawk had a smug grin on his face as he aimed his gun at me.
How the fuck did I get caught slipping?
Charlie Jones

I was jarred from my sleep by the sound of my phone vibrating next to me on my night stand. My head pounded as I looked around my room and noticed that I was alone. My first thought was Fray.
I lifted my phone and noticed that Yaz was calling. Not in the mood to deal with her, I silenced my phone and placed it back on my night stand.
My body hurt all over, and I didn’t feel like I had the energy to move, but I did anyway because I wanted to make sure that Fray hadn’t left me.
I knew that he was pissed about Red hitting me with her car. As crazy as the bitch was, I didn’t want her to die, and even though Fray made it clear that he didn’t kill women, I didn’t know if he would task ending her life to someone else.
Believe me, I planned to catch her with these hands as soon as I recovered, but I didn’t have it in me to know that a life was taken behind me. There were some lines that I just wasn’t willing to cross, and that was one of them.
I slipped out of bed, and every muscle in my body felt like it was on fire. I swear, I didn’t see how I was going to make it through the next few days. I wasn’t big on smoking weed, but I was going to have to do something because I wasn’t one for taking drugs.
The pain meds that the doctors gave me had me feeling like I was high, but the pills did very little for the intense pain that I was my body was experiencing.
Moving at a snail’s pace, I made my way to the stairs and grabbed the wall in an attempt to steady myself. I was sure that it was the only way for me to survive the climb down the stairs, but before my foot landed on the first step, I heard voices.
I had to be mistaken, or either my mind was playing tricks on me because the voice that I heard belonged to Hawk.
Freezing in my current position, I focused and listened.
“So, I need to get out of my feelings? I’ll see what I can do about that, but looks like you won’t be living long enough to see that happening?”
My hand covered my mouth, and I surveyed my surroundings like it would somehow magically give me an answer as to what I needed to do. Even if I didn’t have the answers, I knew for certain that I was not about to allow Hawk to kill Fray.
“Charlie, think,” I said lowly before I let my body rest against the wall.
I was exhausted and in pain. However, none of that mattered right now. Fray needed me, and I had to step up.
Inhaling slowly, I pushed off the wall, grinding my teeth because of the excruciating pain, but this time, I mustered up the strength to move more swiftly. As soon as I was in my bedroom, I made my way to my dresser and forced open the drawer that held my gun.
In that moment, I was grateful for Fray. After the night I held that same gun on him, he fussed and complained about the fact that I kept it in the kitchen instead of in my room.
His thought we that if I had an intruder, it would likely be at night, and it made more sense to have my gun near me. Fray also made sure I knew how to load and shoot it, two things that Hawk never cared enough to worry about.
Wrapping my hand around the handle, I then lifted the clip that was lying next to it and pushed it securely in the bottom. I unlatched the safety and gripped the handle firmly in my hands. Fray had positioned it for me with his guidance multiple times so that I would feel comfortable with it, and even though I didn’t know if I could actually pull the trigger, I felt like I would at least try.
When I made my way to the hallway, I could hear the two of them still going back and forth. Hawk’s tone was angry and frantic while Fray seemed calm and unbothered. Any other time I would have smiled, but right now damn sure wasn’t the time.
“Damn, nigga, you’re really that mad? You want to take my life over some bullshit?”
“Muthafucker, you ain’t loyal. That’s why I’m going to take your life. If you want to call that bullshit, then yeah, I guess so.”
Fray laughed before he continued. “How the fuck am I not loyal? You really got me fucked up. How do you think you have what you have? I’m the one who made shit happen when your ass was too fucking caught up fucking bitches all across Atlanta. I didn’t ask for shit. Not even credit for making your ass look good.”
“That’s the problem. I built this shit, not you. The fuck I need to give you credit for?”
“You built it?” Fray paused. “Nigga, that shit was handed to you, and only because you were blood. You ain’t work for a got damn thing, and now you’re running around in your feelings because unlike you, I did build my own. Get the fuck outta here with that shit. You’re a weak ass muthafucker. Always have been. The only reason your people didn’t leave the business to me was because y’all shared blood. He didn’t even have faith in your ability to do anything with it. He just didn’t give a fuck. He had his money, and was ready to get out. The day he put your name on it, he told me to be patient and it would be mine soon because you would fuck it up. I just didn’t want it like that. Unlike you, I don’t do handouts.”
The entire time, I listened as I carefully and quietly made it down the stairs. When I made it to the bottom, I could see Hawk, but not Fray. Hawk’s gun was in his hand and he held it with his arm extended in what I assumed was Fray’s direction.
I could feel my hands begin to sweat, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let this happen.
“You talk a lot of shit for a man facing his final moments.”
“Nigga, you ain’t gonna shoot me. The same way you’re too much of a pussy to run your own business, you’re too much of a pussy to pull that trigger.”
My heart was pounding in my chest because I had no idea if Fray was right, but I had a feeling that him calling Hawk on it wasn’t the best way to prove that.
“I guess we’ll just have to see about that, now won’t we?”
“If you pull that trigger, I’ll pull mine.”
I was so damn nervous when I spoke up, that I wasn’t even sure if the words actually left my lips until Hawk turned to face me.
His body was tense, his eyes narrowed, and his face was tight. Hostile eyes darted back and forth between me and Fray, and I could tell just how pissed Hawk was before he even opened his mouth to speak.
“So, this nigga got you pulling guns on me? That’s fucked up, Charlie.”
“Can you just go, please? I really don’t want things to be this complicated, so just leave,” I said.
Hawk smirked and then looked me up and down. “I’m amused, but I’m not worried. You don’t know shit about guns. I’m actually surprised that you’re even holding it the right way. But watch me for a minute, and you might pick up some pointers.”
His eyes were on Fray again, and I fired a shot that flew past Hawk’s head. It startled him enough to make him turn his gun on me.
“I don’t need your fucking pointers. Fray already gave me some. Get the fuck out of my house before this gets any worse,” I said, this time with a little more aggression.
I had no idea where the courage came from but it was now there.
My hand firmly gripped the handle of the gun, and I stared Hawk right in his eyes
“That’s the choice you’re making?”
I could tell from the look he offered that he wasn’t pleased with my decision, but I really didn’t care.
“He’s the choice I’m making.”
My confession caused Hawk’s teeth to grind. For what felt like forever, he kept his eyes on me. Eventually, he lowered his gun, walked to the door, and left.
When Fray rounded the corner and snatched the gun from my hand, I snapped out of the daze that I was in. He placed it on the table that I was standing next to and glared at me the entire time.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? And why are you yelling at me?”
“Charlie, you can’t do shit like that. Even though that nigga wasn’t gonna shoot me or you, the next man might. Even if he was, I wouldn’t have fucking cared about taking that hit but you damn sure don’t have any business putting yourself in a situation like that.”