Free Loyalty Over Royalty by T'Anne Marie Page B

partner’s eyes to see what or who he was looking at. Once he noticed who he was referring to, his adrenaline began to rush as if he had just hit the lottery.
    “Well, I be damn. I guess today is my muthafuckn birthday!” he replied. He couldn’t believe he was looking at Rob, and it looked like the nigga had come up in a major way. Last time he’d seen him, he had jacked Mann for his bricks and money. “So, that nigga done relocated to the ATL on my expense huh?” Notorious hissed.
    “Well, I hope he lived his life cuz I’m about to end that muthafucka!” Whack said, meaning every word. Rob was so busy socializing; he didn’t look up not once to even notice them plotting.
    “I’ll meet you at the hotel after I handle that!” he told Notorious.
    “Iight nigga but hit me up as soon as you done, nigga!” Valet pulled up with their cars, Notorious rode with one of his other goons back to the hotel. Whack hopped in his black on black Mercedes S550 and pulled up the street to the corner. He parked so that he could see Rob’s every move.
    “Man, I hope this nigga leave solo; I’d hate to have to kill an innocent witness,” he mumbled to himself as he watched and waited. After about 10 minutes, Rob wrapped up his group discussion and headed toward his ride alone, just as Whack was hoping. It must have really been Whack’s lucky day because when Rob got in his car, he made a u-turn and headed in the direction he was facing. When Rob drove by, he gave him a good enough lead before pulling off so he wouldn’t notice that he was being followed. He trailed Rob for about 20 minutes before he pulled up into a long dark trail that looked like the woods. Whack had to hit his lights before pulling in behind him or he would definitely know he was being followed if he didn’t. The trail was about a mile long.
    When Rob proceeded to park, Whack noticed that it wasn’t a trail; it was a driveway to a big ass house. Damn! This nigga out here living good! Too bad he won’t get to enjoy this shit no mo! he laughed and said to himself. Rob jumped out of his car and headed towards his doorstep. Whack knew he had to distract him to keep him from going in, so he hopped out of his car and slammed the door hard enough to make Rob investigate the noise. Whack hid behind one of the trees in the dark driveway, so that only his empty car would be seen.
    Rob walked from his doorstep, down to his driveway to see what the noise was. “Who Dat!” he yelled when he got far enough to see Whack’s car. Once he realized no one was in the car, he grew even more suspicious. Rob pulled his chrome .38 handgun from his waist and began to case around the area. He opened the car door and was about to search it until Whack ran up behind him and knocked him out with a big rock he found behind the tree. He then took Rob’s gun, picked up his small limp body, and threw him in his trunk. He then got in his car and drove until he found a good spot to kill him and dispose his body. When he found the perfect spot, he pulled over and turned off the engine. By this time, Rob had awakened and he could hear him yelling and beating trying to escape. Whack got out and walked around to the trunk, with Rob’s gun in hand. When he opened it, Rob’s face looked as if he was staring at a ghost.
    “Boo nigga! Bet you wasn’t expecting to see me huh pussy!?” Whack laughed. “Get yo punk ass out,” he said through gritted teeth, as he smacked him with his own pistol. Rob did as he was told and climbed out of the trunk.
    “How the fuck yawl find me!?” he asked in an abrasive tone.
    “Don’t worry bout it nigga! Jus know you done got caught yo ass slippin and it’s time to pay the piper bitch nigga!” (smack) Whack smacked him upside the head again.
    Rob began to laugh. “So, Notorious sent his lil servant to kill me? Punk ass nigga couldn’t come do it his self! That nigga just like his weak ass daddy, always makin another muthafucka do they dirty