appraisal of her.
âYeah, thatâs cool,â he replied, sliding his long legs from under the picnic table.
Just as Derrick pulled himself to a standing position, the distinct sound of automatic gunfire erupted.
âTat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat!
Instinctively, Derrick dove across the table and slammed Naria to the ground, while simultaneously snatching two hysterically screaming children. As the scene became more chaotic, Derrick eased up with his gun raised and ready to fire. He peered over the table in the direction the gunfire had come from. His eyes darted around frantically.
Had anyone paid any attention to him, it would have been evident that he was either a trained killer or a police.
Moving about the scene cautiously, Derrick yelled, âEverybody aâight!â
Gradually, people began to come to their feet. Derrick noticed that both RJ and Lilâ Roy stood unharmed. However, Lilâ Roy looked as if heâd seen a ghost.
Suddenly, there was a loud cry. âIâm hit! Oh my God! Robert, Iâm hit!â
Derrick and the others rushed to the screaming voice, only to see Trina, RJâs girlfriend clutching her side. Derrick knew that BTB would be going on a rampage to mete out revenge on whoever was brazen enough to harm RJâs girlfriend.
* * * * *
There was complete pandemonium in the halls of the university hospitalâs shock trauma unit. People moving about aimlessly as the police attempted to question those who were at the scene of the shooting.
RJ sat alone in a corner of the waiting room. His eyes displayed the rage that was boiling inside of him.
The entire time that theyâd been at the hospital, Naria had stayed latched on to Derrick. Her arm was intertwined into his everywhere he went. When the doctors allowed her and RJ to go in and see Trina, she insisted that Derrick come along.
Eyeing the murderous rage in RJâs eyes, Derrick broke free from Naria and walked over to him. âYou gonna be aâight?â
âSome niggas just shot my girl, yo.â
âI know, man, but sheâs gonna be aâight, son. It was juââ
âThem niggas shot my girl, yo! And I ainât gonna sleep until all of them niggas is dead!â RJ hissed.
âHow are you gonna find out who did it?â
âIâve got my ways. Now you rolling or what?â RJ stood. Without waiting for a reply, RJ exited the waiting room.
As Derrick followed him out of the door, Naria grabbed his arm. âTree, please look out for my brother.â
Giving her an understanding nod, Derrick quickly caught up with RJ, but he found it odd that Naria was asking him to look out for her brother, when RJ was more than capable of looking out for himself. Derrickâs fear was that someone else would have to look out for RJâs wrath.
*****
Behind the wheel of RJâs SL55, Derrick noticed the hunger in the eyes of the men standing on each corner they passed. Drugs had definitely taken their toll on New Yorkâs inner city. He and RJ had been cruising the streets for nearly two hours, in silence. Every time Derrick asked him where it was that he wanted to go, he would curtly reply, âJust keep driving.â
Both of their cellular phones had been chiming incessantly since theyâd exited the hospital, yet both men chose to ignore them.
However, once RJâs phone rang once, paused, and then rang again, he quickly answered it.
Derrick immediately picked up on the strange act, and listened to the context of the conversation closely.
âAll right, yo! Give me five minutes and Iâll be there,â RJ stated, and then tossed the phone onto the console. Turning toward Derrick, he said, âGo through Grand Avenue. I got to meet my niggas.â
Derrick followed RJâs order. As he navigated the Benz through Brooklyn, he was under the impression that the men they were headed to meet were the men that he already knew. However,