Page 4 of Just Listen
“Maybe. They say that nothing worth having is ever that simple.”
Poking out my bottom lip, I nodded. “You might be right about that.”
“I am,Malice,” she teasingly uttered my name.
“Don’t be saying my name like that. Fuck around and start something—”
BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!
Shots rang out, sounding far too close for comfort.
“Ahhhh!” Big Baby screamed, as she dropped down onto the floor of the truck.
Dipping my head low, I maintained my composure, glanced around, before putting my truck in drive, and flooring it. Peeping that muthafuckas were shooting from different directions, I realized that we were in the middle of a shootout, which meant that no corner in that lot was safe. So, I skirted out the lot, on two wheels.
“Oh, God,” Big Baby gasped, as she maneuvered back into the passenger’s seat.
I was navigating the Rover to a stop light, when a black Buick pulled up beside me…and opened fire on the Cadillac in the lane next to them.
“Shit!” I muttered, while mashing the gas, running the red light.
“Let’s get far the fuck away from here!” Big Baby screamed, while looking back at the scene we’d escaped.
Already on that timing, I zipped through the streets, before hopping on the freeway. Wanting to put as much space between us and that war zone as humanly possible.
“What the fuck?” Big Baby frantically commented. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. Looked like a hit. On a whole gang of niggas.”
“Right, but—” She briefly paused. “Oh, shit! My people—”
Before she could fully panic, her cell was ringing.
She answered the facetime.
“Where you at? You alright?” The questions started immediately, indicating that it was one of the girls that she’d been standing with.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “He jumped on the freeway. Where did y’all go?”
“At first, we just hopped in the car. Then another round of shots started, not too far from us. So, I burnt rubber, getting out of that lot. And then we saw some niggas hop out of a van, in the middle of the street, and walk a car down. Lit it up! I aint never seen nothing like it. They had to be waiting for those niggas to come out of the club.”
I glanced over, and realized that she was talking to the high yellow broad.
“Somebody must’ve posted that location on IG or some shit,” I guessed.
“Probably so,” Big Baby agreed.
“True,” ole girl co-signed. “But I’m just glad that we all made it out. All I was thinking about was you, hoping that you hadn’t gotten caught in the cross. Then that nigga burnt off with youin the truck. I thought that I was gonna have to make that call. Then muthafuckas would be sitting outside of his mama’s house.”
I smirked. “Say, she funnier than a muthafucka.”
“Aint nobody laughing,” ole girl responded, seriously.
Knowing how I was coming, I noted the fact that she was serious, but wasn’t pressed, because I doubted that she was prepared to dance with the devil. “I hear you talking.”
“Cousin, that nigga must not know—”
“He doesn’t,” Big Baby immediately cut her off. “And that’s how I like it. For now.” She locked eyes with me.
