Game Recognize Game

19. Rock Em' To Sleep: Part 1

He thrashed wildly trying to get free and absorb any kind of air, but I didn't let up. "Number one rule to the game Buster, don't fuck with a river that goes dry. If you gonna be down, be down for the right team," I spoke calmly as his movement stopped. I sighed and waited another minute just to make sure he wasn't faking his death, and release his now limp body. I crossed my heart, and said a quick 'Forgive Me Father' prayer before taking out my gun and shooting him in the back of the head. "Damn Nikko, he was already dead," Poochie said shocked. "I don't need any dead niggas rising up and coming back from the grave," I lectured, looking at the hole that now exposed the red toilet water and brains floating around. "Come on before we miss our flight," I said walking out. I took off the gloves I'd put on, on my way up and stuffed them in my pocket. "Make sure you wipe anything off that you touched," I warned Poochie.

"I'm not dumb, primo," he mumbled. I ignored him and took the steps two at a time, making sure to slip my shades back on, and keep my hands in my pocket. There was no way my finger prints were going to be on shit.

When I got outside there were some chicken heads just starring at my car. I unlocked my car doors, making them jump and look busted. I ignored them as I walked to my driver side and got in, waiting for Poochie to finish up. Meanwhile I was texting Jyrell, to see if it'd be better to leave the kids body as a message or to have a cleanup crew get rid of the evidence. When I thought about his mother walking in on that, I called my clean up crew. She didn't deserve to see that shit, and besides him going missing was still sending a message, maybe it wasn't as powerful, but at least I could save the family some disdain. A tap on my window drew me from my phone, but I'd seen the girl walking to my car from the moment she took a step off that curve. She was no doubt the prettiest out of the group, with her blonde curly Beyonce hair, and Nicki Minaj face and body, she was a bad chick.

I looked at her through the tinted window, as she signaled with her finger to roll my window down. I did so but only half way, and stayed quiet as she looked at me with hazel eyes and a big grin. "Hey, I've never seen you around here before are you new to the neighborhood," she asked extending her hand for me to shake? "Nah," I shook my head and dapped her off, which caught her off guard. "You need something," I ask looking out for Poochie. Cute girl or not I had enough on my plate. I just couldn't get Ebony and this pregnancy thing off my mind.

"Yeah, daddy. I need a nigga like you by my side," she said as serious as the sun was hot. I whipped my head towards her to see her seductively licking her full pouty lips. I wondered for a second if they were as soft as Ebony's?

"Tell you what mami, they have a few niggas on the porch out there that seem like they putting in some serious work. Why don't you go holla at one of them? I'm not from around here and can assure you I won't be back this way especially not for a broad alright. No offense," I added the last part before putting my window up. One thing about girls like her was, she was content with being a niggas play thing, as long as it fed her bank account. I wasn't trying to be the nigga to get next up in some shit that's already been torn down. I wanted something fresh to leave my mark on just like every other nigga. Poochie came out and flirted with the girls on his way to the car but didn't stop his stride until he got in. "You see them chicken heads, primo," he chuckled as I pulled off. "Looks, like your type," I joked.

After handling that, we hit the airport. The private jet was waiting in its usual fixed base operator zone, where private jets are placed. It was the prettiest plane in the landing zone. Clean black paint with tinted windows, of course not too dark, with a silver hawk insignia on the tail. Crazy that this was my 21st birthday present. I wonder, what kind of present I'd get for my kid every year? Damn, the baby wasn't even born yet and I just kept thinking about it. "Hey, primo guess what I found out. I forgot to tell you about this a while back," Poochie said taking a seat next to me. I looked around at all the empty seats, and then chuckled before pulling out my iPad.