Knocking on Gino's door and not getting an answer let me know my dude was fucked up about not getting his Paula's. My moms was still locked in her room and if it's one thing I remembered, it's to leave her ass alone.
I got dressed and made my way out the back door. I felt like I owed it to Gino, shit I been gone this whole time. This the least I could do.
Broke with not shit to my name I had to go holla at Tron.
This really the last place I need to be, but the way I see it, if I owe Gino then Tron owe me. I was approaching the old Victorian style home that was left to Tron and his little brother Tay. Over the last 4 years he's added more on to the house, and it looked well maintained.
Tay is my best friend and is who I was with the night we got caught. He was 16 so the judge felt he knew better and gave him a year more than me. This was my first time in any trouble so I got off a little light.
The two niggas sitting in the front yard jumped to they feet when they seen me walking up.
"Nigga who the fuck is you?"
I just looked at this nigga like he was stupid. Dude had me by at least 50 pounds and I know what the bulge on his hip was, but I still wasn't going.
"Where Tron. I need to-
"Nigga I don't give a fuck what you need. I asked you who the fuck you are" he said cutting me off.
The other dude must have been trying to figure out who I was because he kept staring. Finally, it hit him.
"Lil G?" He asked.
"Yeah. Have ya man's pipe down" I said.
He looked over at ol boy and nodded to chill, but he wasn't feeling that.
"Na, Tron left me on watch and I ain't never seen this nigga around here. I don't care who this lil nigga is, ain't shit in or out, you know that shit Stick".
Stick was a few years older than me. He was Tron's second in command and was what you called a real deal hustla. Always fly and always shining, always real playa from the things I knew about him.
"Nigga what you gone do play security all night. This lil nigga just came home he good" Stick replied.
That must have rubbed this nigga wrong. He went to his hip and upped on me. I never stared down a barrel before. I thought I'd be scared of that shit, but I just stood there.
That didn't last long, Tron came out with guns of his own.
"Nigga if you ever point that rusty ass shit at my lil nigga again, you gone meet yo daddy boy."
Tron was disrespectful like that. He didn't care who he offended or pissed off. They either had to whoop em or kill 'em, and you wasn't just gone whoop a nigga like Tron.
"I just wanted to see if the lil nigga had heart blood" dude said, putting his gun back on his hip and moving out the way.
"This nigga got more heart than you. What 14-year-old you know keep his mouth closed and down a whole four-piece bid with no sweat?" Tron said.
Dude didn't like that shit and Tron wasn't done with him.
"Since you like securing shit, go watch the back door. Me and lil G need to handle up."
After letting Tron embarrass him, he hopped off the porch and disappeared on the side of the house. I've been around Tron for years; he's always had 2 watchers.
I always told him I wanted to watch for him, but he would tell me he had bigger things planned for me.
The house on the inside looked the same, besides the huge tv mounted on the wall and all the monitors displayed under it. All the furniture had been the same as when Tron's mom was still alive.
I always said he should never get rid of it because it was how he would remember her.
"Nothing has changed I see, but what's all this shit?" I asked.
"Shid, I'm running two houses now I can't be at them both, so I watch one stay at the other then switch. Don't worry about that nigga, he just tryna prove his self"
Tron said about ol boy.
"Dude wasn't on shit. Plus you hired him to watch he was doing his job"
"Yea, you never really been scared of shit, it's why I needed y'all that night. I'm sorry shit got bad like that, but you held it down and kept it solid. Most niggas would have folded."
"Yea it's why I'm here" I said.
Deep down I know Tron knew I was gone push up on him once I was home. The look he gave me followed by the head nod was all I needed. He went into his cabinet and pulled down a box of cereal.
"I knew you was coming so I made sure I had this for you. So, you can get back to doing what you do" Tron smirked.
"Some lucky charms nigga? what you want me to do wit some damn cereal."
We shared a laugh, and I needed it because it had been years since I felt anything was funny.
I'm thinking he gone toss me some bands. Throw me some work or something, but all I could do was stare, stare at the same gun he handed me 4 years ago, the same gun I had to toss away, but how Tron get it?