years of them, don’t make it anymore.”
I swallowed and asked him calmly, “Would you get out of my car, please?”
Desmon opened the door and got out. I drove off and hadn’t a clue where I was driving to. My intentions were to go kill up as many guards as I could at the prison, but I knew for sure who was responsible. Joe was definitely my man and I didn’t care what Ginger, Desmon, or anybody else said, he would pay for what he’d done.
I drove around for a few hours doing nothing. Dominique called, but I had to put our appointment off for another day. He wasn’t too happy about it and accused me of playing games with him. I assured him it wasn’t no game, because it wasn’t. If it wasn’t for Candi and that slick ass bitch Veronica, maybe all this shit wouldn’t have happened. I was beyond angry and many people were gonna have to pay for Quincy’s death.
Around four o’clock I stopped driving around and headed to Desmon’s game. My eyes were swollen and were a blood shot red. I’d smoked several blunts in the car and had stopped at the liquor store to get something strong to drink.
By the time I got to his game, I was pretty messed up and only stayed around long enough for Desmon to see me. He looked over at me several times as I stood by the gate, watching him play. As I turned to walk away, somebody called my name. I didn’t turn to see who it was because I knew it was Anna. I kept on walking and her voice got further away. When I reached my car, I looked to where she was, and she turned her head in the other direction.
Realistically, I had no time to entertain females. Yes, I dug the hell out of Anna, but I didn’t see her fitting into my circle. More than anything, I didn’t want to put her into this mess I was about to get myself in. I’d been putting my feelings aside, and avoiding them because I was afraid to face the fact that a woman was creeping her way into my heart once again. The last time that happened, I was sent to jail, compliments of her.
A TIME TO KILL
Chapter Six
Going home last night was out of the question. I didn’t want Desmon to see the agony I was in, and I wasn’t up for a bunch of questions from Ginger. I got a room for the night and couldn’t stop thinking about Quincy for nothing in the world. The last time we talked flashed before me throughout the night. I saw his smile, I visualized us slamming our hands together, and I imagined his death. I’d visualized what had taken place in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
For me, there was no need for Pedro to call me back. I wasn’t going to wait another minute to do what had to be done. I knew Joes’s check out time was at six o’clock, so I prepared myself to pay him a visit. I’d found out where he lived months ago. After all the trouble he’d caused me while in prison, I’d made plans for him anyway. Better sooner than never, I thought, and today was not going to be his lucky day.
Not only for him, but it was time to get down to business with Dominique. I called him back and made arrangements to come to his place at ten o’clock tonight.
Either way, I had a busy day ahead of me. I stayed at the hotel until five o’clock and then headed out. By the time I got near Joe’s place on Page Avenue, it was almost 5:30 p.m. I parked my car around the corner and walked to where he lived. He lived in some crappy high-rise apartments, so I took the black metal stairs up to his back door. I knocked a few times to make sure he wasn’t there, and then I picked the lock and made my entry. His tiny apartment was a mess. It didn’t surprise me that the fat
I swallowed and asked him calmly, “Would you get out of my car, please?”
Desmon opened the door and got out. I drove off and hadn’t a clue where I was driving to. My intentions were to go kill up as many guards as I could at the prison, but I knew for sure who was responsible. Joe was definitely my man and I didn’t care what Ginger, Desmon, or anybody else said, he would pay for what he’d done.
I drove around for a few hours doing nothing. Dominique called, but I had to put our appointment off for another day. He wasn’t too happy about it and accused me of playing games with him. I assured him it wasn’t no game, because it wasn’t. If it wasn’t for Candi and that slick ass bitch Veronica, maybe all this shit wouldn’t have happened. I was beyond angry and many people were gonna have to pay for Quincy’s death.
Around four o’clock I stopped driving around and headed to Desmon’s game. My eyes were swollen and were a blood shot red. I’d smoked several blunts in the car and had stopped at the liquor store to get something strong to drink.
By the time I got to his game, I was pretty messed up and only stayed around long enough for Desmon to see me. He looked over at me several times as I stood by the gate, watching him play. As I turned to walk away, somebody called my name. I didn’t turn to see who it was because I knew it was Anna. I kept on walking and her voice got further away. When I reached my car, I looked to where she was, and she turned her head in the other direction.
Realistically, I had no time to entertain females. Yes, I dug the hell out of Anna, but I didn’t see her fitting into my circle. More than anything, I didn’t want to put her into this mess I was about to get myself in. I’d been putting my feelings aside, and avoiding them because I was afraid to face the fact that a woman was creeping her way into my heart once again. The last time that happened, I was sent to jail, compliments of her.
A TIME TO KILL
Chapter Six
Going home last night was out of the question. I didn’t want Desmon to see the agony I was in, and I wasn’t up for a bunch of questions from Ginger. I got a room for the night and couldn’t stop thinking about Quincy for nothing in the world. The last time we talked flashed before me throughout the night. I saw his smile, I visualized us slamming our hands together, and I imagined his death. I’d visualized what had taken place in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
For me, there was no need for Pedro to call me back. I wasn’t going to wait another minute to do what had to be done. I knew Joes’s check out time was at six o’clock, so I prepared myself to pay him a visit. I’d found out where he lived months ago. After all the trouble he’d caused me while in prison, I’d made plans for him anyway. Better sooner than never, I thought, and today was not going to be his lucky day.
Not only for him, but it was time to get down to business with Dominique. I called him back and made arrangements to come to his place at ten o’clock tonight.
Either way, I had a busy day ahead of me. I stayed at the hotel until five o’clock and then headed out. By the time I got near Joe’s place on Page Avenue, it was almost 5:30 p.m. I parked my car around the corner and walked to where he lived. He lived in some crappy high-rise apartments, so I took the black metal stairs up to his back door. I knocked a few times to make sure he wasn’t there, and then I picked the lock and made my entry. His tiny apartment was a mess. It didn’t surprise me that the fat
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