Jarvis appeared unnerved that he’d just killed his mother, and that his nephew was still physically and mentally shaken. Once outside the car, he stooped down and gave the little dude orders I couldn’t hear. What could he possibly have wanted from a child at a time like this? When Jarvis walked back to the car, without his nephew, I figured I’d get my answer. But where was his nephew going?
“You aight?” He asked.
I nodded yes as I watched his nephew disappear within the darkness of the buildings. Although he asked me a question, I could tell he cared less about my reply. And then I remembered. He was Jarvis. Kill him now and put this all behind you. I thought as I stared at the back of his head while he looked out of the window. My mind went into overdrive until Jarvis turned away from the window and looked me in my eyes.
“You know I fucks wit’ you right?”
“I guess…uh…why you say that?”
“I just do.” Silence. “I can tell from the gate you not a stranger to this shit. Right?” He sat back in the seat and appeared to be reading me. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m serious. Any other bitch woulda been complainin’ or askin’ to go home. You different. Why you different, Kay?”
“I’m no different than any other girl,” I lied.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked flatly. His demeanor went from cold to hot. “The shit you witnessed tonight shoulda had you vexed. Am I gonna have to kill you? Did somebody send you to get to me?” Why would he suddenly ask me who was I? Could he hear my thoughts? Before I could give him a response he chuckled loudly. “I’m just fuckin’ wit’ you,” he boasted. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, though! You probably thinkin’ “ This nigga crazy as shit ”.
I was. But…I gave no response.
“Trust me,” he continued. “I can spot a snake. And if you were out to get me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago.” His statement sounded like a promise. “And there’s no need in me tellin’ you not to disgust what you saw tonight with anyone. You already know the consequences that could carry.”
“It was none of my business.” I told him. He smiled. I didn’t.
His nephew was on his way back when Prangsta pulled up in a white Ford pick-up truck and got inside the May Bach. Before chatting with Prangsta, his nephew got in and handed him a wad of money. He looked sad.
“That’s all he had. He said D9 got the rest.” His nephew muttered.
Jarvis looked frustrated.
“Good job, lil man,” He rubbed his head. “And don’t worry ‘bout that shit back at your crib. You gon’ be good now. I’ma take care of you. Believe that.”
A tear fell from the child’s eye.
While they talked, Prangsta stared. I could tell he was trying to figure me out and I wanted him not to waste his ugly time. The driver suddenly pulled off.
“Everything taken care of,” Prangsta looked at me one last time. He was talking to Jarvis.
“Good. Don’t tell nobody the details of tonight, especially Kyope.”
Prangsta nodded.
“So boss…what’s up wit Lil’ Brian? Why he go into Marcy?”
“To get my money,” he snickered. “They may want my life but they not gonna fuck wit’ a kid.”
I’m not gonna lie, puttin’ the kid into harm’s way rubbed me wrong.
We made a few stops and Jarvis did other shit that amazed me. Apparently he was looking for someone who owed him money. And when he couldn’t find him, he found the person’s mother instead.
“There his mother go,” Prangsta said pointing at a woman wrestlin’ wit’ two grocery bags in her hands. She had just gotten off the public bus. “Maybe she can tell us where he at.”
Jarvis instructed the driver to pull over as he hopped out the car. I remained seated wit’ a perfect view from the inside. The woman was startled at first when she heard someone call out to her, but smiled having seen Jarvis’ face. She must’ve trusted him. But like a
“You aight?” He asked.
I nodded yes as I watched his nephew disappear within the darkness of the buildings. Although he asked me a question, I could tell he cared less about my reply. And then I remembered. He was Jarvis. Kill him now and put this all behind you. I thought as I stared at the back of his head while he looked out of the window. My mind went into overdrive until Jarvis turned away from the window and looked me in my eyes.
“You know I fucks wit’ you right?”
“I guess…uh…why you say that?”
“I just do.” Silence. “I can tell from the gate you not a stranger to this shit. Right?” He sat back in the seat and appeared to be reading me. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m serious. Any other bitch woulda been complainin’ or askin’ to go home. You different. Why you different, Kay?”
“I’m no different than any other girl,” I lied.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked flatly. His demeanor went from cold to hot. “The shit you witnessed tonight shoulda had you vexed. Am I gonna have to kill you? Did somebody send you to get to me?” Why would he suddenly ask me who was I? Could he hear my thoughts? Before I could give him a response he chuckled loudly. “I’m just fuckin’ wit’ you,” he boasted. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, though! You probably thinkin’ “ This nigga crazy as shit ”.
I was. But…I gave no response.
“Trust me,” he continued. “I can spot a snake. And if you were out to get me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago.” His statement sounded like a promise. “And there’s no need in me tellin’ you not to disgust what you saw tonight with anyone. You already know the consequences that could carry.”
“It was none of my business.” I told him. He smiled. I didn’t.
His nephew was on his way back when Prangsta pulled up in a white Ford pick-up truck and got inside the May Bach. Before chatting with Prangsta, his nephew got in and handed him a wad of money. He looked sad.
“That’s all he had. He said D9 got the rest.” His nephew muttered.
Jarvis looked frustrated.
“Good job, lil man,” He rubbed his head. “And don’t worry ‘bout that shit back at your crib. You gon’ be good now. I’ma take care of you. Believe that.”
A tear fell from the child’s eye.
While they talked, Prangsta stared. I could tell he was trying to figure me out and I wanted him not to waste his ugly time. The driver suddenly pulled off.
“Everything taken care of,” Prangsta looked at me one last time. He was talking to Jarvis.
“Good. Don’t tell nobody the details of tonight, especially Kyope.”
Prangsta nodded.
“So boss…what’s up wit Lil’ Brian? Why he go into Marcy?”
“To get my money,” he snickered. “They may want my life but they not gonna fuck wit’ a kid.”
I’m not gonna lie, puttin’ the kid into harm’s way rubbed me wrong.
We made a few stops and Jarvis did other shit that amazed me. Apparently he was looking for someone who owed him money. And when he couldn’t find him, he found the person’s mother instead.
“There his mother go,” Prangsta said pointing at a woman wrestlin’ wit’ two grocery bags in her hands. She had just gotten off the public bus. “Maybe she can tell us where he at.”
Jarvis instructed the driver to pull over as he hopped out the car. I remained seated wit’ a perfect view from the inside. The woman was startled at first when she heard someone call out to her, but smiled having seen Jarvis’ face. She must’ve trusted him. But like a
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