Page 76 of Another Night With Me

“You mutha fuckin’ right,” Ya’ playfully spat opening his door. “We let you niggas come we ah be in a damn shoot out.”

“If we get the answers we looking for do the minor shit matter? Nakeem asked with a goofy grin.

“Facts,” Titon co-signed.

“And that’s why you Wild West ass niggas staying in the car.” I said shaking my head at them crazy ass niggas.

Ya’ and I headed towards the house. I went up to the metal screen door. I raised my hand to knock only for the door to be snatched open.

“Oh fuck!” A female voice said as she tried to slam the door closed.

I laughed the door I snatched it open and the bitch went flying back from the force, snatching my nine from my waist, I looked back to see Ya’ on the same time as me. Cautiously we entered the house closing the screen door behind us.

“Gretchen?” I asked with my gun pointed at her on the ground. “The fuck you doing here?”

“Please don’t kill me. I told Pricilla I was leaving after Riker’s funeral for good.” Gretchen begged scooting backwards deeper into the house.

“Riker’s funeral? When that nigga die?” Ya’ said, stepping forward.

“Huh? Yyyou didn’t know Riker got killed?” Gretchen asked perplexed as she look between Ya’ and me. “ I I I thought you guys killed Riker.”

“Why the fuck would we want to kill that nigga?” I asked frowning.

“Pricilla said you knew?” Gretchen fearfully answered. “You were going to be out for our blood.” She rambled on not making any sense.

“We knew what?” Ya’ asked.

“About me and Riker. My sons not being Sonni’s.”

“Stand up,” I demanded, mugging Gretchen. I didn’t like us standing over her. She was makin’ a nigga feel like he was a monster or some shit.

Doing as I said Gretchen stood to her feet and her small round stomach was noticeable.

“You was fucking with Riker?” I asked her skeptically.

Gretchen fucking with Riker never crossed my mind. The two of them barely spoke to each other.

“Yeah. I was always with Riker. The thing with Sonni was a front.” Gretchen nervously replied.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way,” I snarled. Wasn’t nobody finna fake a relationship as long as Gretchen and Sonni. She had been his faithful side chick for years. I can’t lie I always wondered why Gretchen stayed fucking with Sonni when his head had been stuck so far up Solana’s ass.

Gretchen squinted her eyes at us, turning her lips up as she asked, “Y’all really don’t know about any of this?”

“We don’t but you gon’ tell us,” Ya’ said cocking his gun and pointing it in Gretchen’s directions.

“Bbbut you’re gonna kill me if I tell you the truth,” Gretchen cried with big crocodile tears coming down her cheeks.

“Maybe not, depends on what you tell us. Def, gone kill you if you don’t tell us what the fuck is going on,” I coolly replied.

“Uh, um, um, Pricilla paid all of u-”

“Who the fuck is all of us?” Ya’ barked, making Gretchen jump back slightly.

“Mmme, Riker, Sonni and Maddison,” She stuttered over her words fearfully.

“Maddie? My Maddison?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“Yyyeah. Her and Sonni were dating back in college. Sonni talked her into helping us. He knew she was more your type than I would have been.”