The look in Patrick's face was something I never saw on that nigga's face. He was furious, I could tell.
I didn't know how I was going to explain to not only Patrick, but to Zoe, Keeis, Mijo, and Chris who were all sitting there probably more confused than I was myself.
Now this nigga Shawn , had the nerve to bring something back up from years ago. As much as I wanted to pound his face in, I had to get all of them out of here, before something worse goes down.
As Shawn went rambling on about something to Patrick and Zoe, I quickly scanned the room. Looking for something to use. I spotted a crowbar not too far from me I spotted in the corner of my eye. I focused on the glock attatched to Shawn's hip. As soon as I looked back up, Shawn spoke.
"So what now fuckboy?" He said. " You gon' try to run from this situation now?"
He chuckled. " I see we gon be here all night. I can handle this shit on my own. Yo Rocko, Kid, Q, go head on home." He spoke to his homies sitting behind him on the couch. Without a word they got up and left. One of then bent down and gave Zoe a kiss on the cheek. "It was nice knowin' you, Baby." She jerked her head away from him in disgust.
Big mistake. One thing I always remembered back then in them high school days, was how Shawn always hung around a pack. He was the cocky type. Every time he got into it with someone, he would say his favorite line : " I can handle dis on my own. "
I started laughing as soon as the basement door closed behind them.
"Fuck you laughing at?" Shawn asked. I had to stall.
"You know that's real childish, mane." I began. "Bringin' up somethin' from years ago? I heard you still doin the same stuff, so why is a rack so hard fro you to make back? You stoopin' this low fa what? Taking my homies girl ta prove what?"
Shawn took a blunt out his pocket and began to light it. I glanced over at Patrick and gave him a look. He gave me the same look back. That same look we give when we both get into a situation. That same look to show that he knows what im finna do.
Before Shawn could look back up from his lit blunt, I grabbed the crowbar from the table and threw a hit towards Shawn.
Damien gave me the Q on what was finna go down. I looked over to Zoe who began to tear up. I hate to see my baby cry. That made me more and more furious at this man that took my girl. Now I still have no idea if Damien had any part in this but it's gon' have to be put aside for this moment. Plus, the fact that he's going to attempt to rescue Zoe, gives me a hint that he was probably set up just how she was.
Damien lunged forward towards Shawn with the crowbar, as it connected to Shawn's face. Shawn hit the ground with a loud thump. Chris ran up, along with Mijo and Keeis. Chris grabbed the glock from Shawn's hip before he could reach for it himself. Mijo and Keeis held him down while Damien yelled over to me; "Now Pat, go!"
I ran over to Zoe and took my pocket knife out. I quickly cut the rope from her hands and removed the tape from her mouth.
"Baby!" she said as tears began streaming from her eyes.
"Baby, let's go. We have to get out quickly." I grabbed her by her hand and headed for the door. " Y'all go, now I can handle this shit." Damien said to Chris, Mijo, and Keeis. They sat up, as Chris handed the gun to Damien. "Well be out in the car. You better be the only one coming out my nigg." Chris said. We headed up the stairs, as I took another look back at Damien before we headed out the door.
Shawn was still laid out on the floor, dazed from the hits to his face. He held his jaw in pain.
"Huh?" He managed to say.
I'm not gon' run from this like I have befo." I pointed the gun towards him.
"You fucked friends. Shit you fucked with family. You had the nerver to do some fuck shit like that over a rack." I chuckled. "Man I aint gon een' shoot you mane. I'll be the bigger man in this situation." I patted my chest as I said it. "But this is comin' with me." I pointed to the gun as I placed it on my hip. "And if you think about comin' at any of my niggas again, you wont be as lucky. I pulled out a stack of my money from my pocket. I threw two racks next to him and headed for the door. I looked back only to see him attempting to get up, but I guess Chris and them messed him up pretty good. Blood came from his nose and mouth. I laughed and headed up the stairs and out the door. I walked outside to see the black Chevy parked not too far from the house, recognizing it was Mijo's car. I hopped in. Zoe and Pat were in the far back along with Chris in the middle , Mijo sat in the driver's seat with a blunt passing it to Keeis in the passenger.
I sighed. "Before y'all speak, I'll explain" I started. "Zoe, you iight love?" I asked. She nodded her head, as she laid it on Patrick's shoulder. Patrick gave her a kiss onher forehead.
"Now I know y'all heard most of it from him, y'all know I wouldn't do this shit to her. When Shawn hit me up, he claimed he just had some shit he wanted to clear up. That's when I found Zoe tied up. I was set up just like they set Zoe up. I feel bad mane, like I should've known he wasn't finna bring some good shit to the table."
"Man, fuck that nigga." Patrick said. "We good my nigga. Just think before you act, you should've known that nigga was up to something."
He gave me dap as I sighed with relief. "Let's get up put this before he wake up and come fa us." I said, and like that Mijo started up the truck and we was out.
I let out another sigh, as I pulled my phone out my pocket , hearing it vibrate. It was a call from a restricted number.
"Wassup?" I spoke into the phone.
"Mr. Randle, this is Dr. Evans. Your wife seems to be in the ER right now." He spoke. "There may be something wrong with the baby."
The last words made me drop my phone to the floor as I froze up.