“You bitch-ass motherfuckers!” Vaughn shouted
“A’ight, Vaughn. Now that we’ve established who you are, she’s about to ask you some questions, and if you’re smart, you’ll answer them truthfully,” Vegas said.
Vaughn looked at her furiously. “I ain’t saying shit. Fuck you and that old-ass bitch!”
“Call her a bitch again and I’ll kill you myself!” Vegas backhanded him so hard it echoed in the room. Everyone else in the room, including me and Sasha, flinched. That shit hurt for sure. Probably broke a few teeth, too.
“Fuck.” Vaughn grunted.
Vegas yanked him up from the ground and threw him onto the sofa.
“You motherfuckers sit down with him,” I yelled, pointing my gun at Vaughn’s crew. They wasted no time sitting their asses on the couch where Vaughn was busy bleeding.
“All right, let’s try this again. This time, let’s be a little more respectful,” my mom said.
Believe it or not, this guy actually looked like he wanted to continue being defiant. Things got even crazier when the front door creaked open and a tall, cute, muscular guy about Vegas’s age stepped in, followed by two other men. They didn’t hide the fact that they were all wearing shoulder holsters under their jackets. The four captives on the sofa looked somewhat relieved to see them. In fact, the one who was shot actually jumped up like he was being rescued.
“Man, Big Pat, handle these motherfuckers before I do,” Vaughn yelled, holding his shoulder. “They don’t realize who the fuck they messin’ with.”
“No, motherfucker, you don’t know who you messing with,” Big Pat said to Vaughn as he walked over to where my mother was sitting. He kneeled down and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Mrs. D. I didn’t know you was gonna be here too. You looking lovely as ever.”
“Thank you, Pat. It’s so good to see you.” She smiled, then turned her attention back to the people in front of her. “I was just about to have a little chat with Vaughn, but he doesn’t seem to want to play nice. He was acting up so much I had to let Paris shoot him.”
Vaughn’s eyes widened. “Big Pat, man, I don’t know who the fuck these people are. They just came busting up in here—”
“Shut the fuck up, nigga. You don’t need to know who they are. Just know they’re the ones who put me on, and you betta tell them whatever the fuck they wanna know,” Big Pat snapped.
Vaughn didn’t say anything, but his silence was enough for Pat, who turned to my mother and said, “Go ahead, Mrs. D. They not gonna give you no more problems.”
“Thank you.” Mom smiled at him then turned to Vaughn. “Now, the first thing I’d like to know is why did you attack my son?”
Everyone on the sofa looked confused by her question. Vaughn looked over at Pat, then back at Mom, and said, “Who is your son?”
“His name is Rio.”
Once again, he looked over at Pat, then my mother, but this time he looked truly confused.
“Lady—uh, ma’am—ain’t nobody touched your son. I don’t even know who he is. I swear.”
“You were at the club the other night and had a fight with him in the bathroom,” I snapped at him, itching to pull the trigger again.
“I had a fight, but it wasn’t with nobody called Rio. Dude we was fighting name is Roman, and he had it coming,” he tried to explain.
“Why? Why the fuck did he have it coming?” Mom growled angrily. She looked like she was about to shoot him in the other shoulder.
“Because he was fucking my girl, that’s why!” Vaughn spat back. “And he’s been fucking her for weeks.”
“What? You said you ain’t fuckin’ with her no more!” the girl snapped, swinging wildly at him until Vegas pulled her off.
“Well, my son is gay.” My mother took out her cell phone and showed them a picture of Rio. They all fell back silently in their seats. “So, him being with your girl or any other girl is out of the question.”
One of the guys said, “That do look like the guy in the bathroom, Vaughn. Remember we was laughing about Roman dying his hair purple?”
“Shut up, Theo. It was you that said it was him in the first place. I ain’t never met that nigga Roman,” Vaughn mumbled.
Mom stared at them for a minute while she put the pieces together. “You mean to tell me that my son was laid up in a hospital for two days because of a mistaken identity? Over some girl?” She had her gun in her hand, swinging it around wildly as she spoke.
“Yeah, kinda. It was on accident,” Theo replied humbly.
“I’m going to put this away before I use it.” She sighed, biting her lip as she stared at the gun, then slid it back in her bag. I could see the anger and frustration on her face. If that had been my son, Jordan, I would have shot them all the minute I walked in the house. I had to give it to her; my mom really had it together.
“Pat!” she yelled.
“Yes, ma’am.” Pat stepped closer as my mother rose from her seat.
“Me and my family are going home. I have to make dinner before my husband comes home.” She gave him a hug, then looked him in the eyes. “I trust you and your friends can handle these gentlemen to my satisfaction.”
Damn! I had never realized it, but my momma was a real gangster.
Pat glared at the them, slamming his fist into his palm like he couldn’t wait to start delivering the pain. The four people on the sofa jumped.
“Oh, yeah. We’ll handle them all right.”
“Thank you, but please don’t kill them. A short hospital visit will be fine,” she said—and on that note, my mother walked out with
