Roy Glenn - No More Tears In The End

Jabba the Hut came out with his gun. I already had mine out. Rain was a little slow with hers, so were Jabba’s crew. They were still trippin’ off Rain bitch-slappin’ Jabba.

Since I wasn’t tryin’ to kill him, I hit Jabba in the arm with my first shot, but that didn’t stop him from shooting at Rain. The people in the place all scattered at the sound of the shots.

Rain turned over a table and took cover. Then she sprang up quickly and fired a few rounds at Jabba. He was a big muthafucka, so there was no way she could miss his big ass. She caught him with one to the gut and one to the head. Jabba went down hard.

While the crowd forced their way out the front door, I grabbed Rain by the hand and headed out the back. We made it back to my car in time to hear the police sirens in the distance.

Rain was hyped as we drove away from there. “That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout! Did you see the way I slapped the fuck out that nigga, the way I put two in his bitch ass?”

“Yeah, Rain, I saw it.” Maybe it was her first time, I don’t know, but she definitely was more excited about it than I was.

“When we do catch up with the niggas that robbed you, I’ma do the same shit.”

“What you mean? That wasn’t them?”

“Na. I asked him ’bout that before we got into it ’bout our shit.”

I was mad as hell, but I tried not to show it. “You believe him?”

“No reason for him to lie ’bout it.”

“I heard him say that you beat him outta ten grand.”

“The muthafucka say the package I sold him had so much cut on it that he couldn’t do nothing wit’ it.”

“Was it?”

“Why you wanna know all that?”

“Why you think?”

“Damn. Sorry I got you up in that shit.” Rain laughed. “He was right, the shit was stepped on. But that’s not how I usually roll. He just caught me at a bad time.”

“So instead of making it right, you killed him for it.” This was exactly the kind of shit her father was just complaining about. If JR knew his daughter was out here, not only dealin’, which he is dead set against, but doing shit like this. .

“Hey, I tried to make it right. When he came at me ’bout it I offered to make it right on the next package. But he said he wanted his ten Gs back. I said give me back the dope. Nigga says he cooked it up and sold it. Now what am I supposed to do?” Rain asked and I didn’t bother answering her. She wouldn’t have liked my answer anyway. There was silence until we pulled up in front of her father’s spot. “What we doin’ here?”

“What you think we doin’ here? I’m droppin’ you off.”

“Why?”

“You got anymore ideas?”

Rain folded her arms across her chest and her lower lip eased out a little. She had just shot somebody and now she was pouting like a spoiled child.

“I didn’t think so.”

“Well, where you goin’?”

“I got shit to do.”

“Let me ride wit’ you?”

“For what?”

“’Cause I may know somebody who might be able to put us on to them.” Rain reached for the door handle and opened the door. “But if you’re too busy to handle your business. I’m gone.”

“Shut the door, Rain.”

She closed the door and I drove off.

Who the fuck does this little girl think she tryin’ to play? Since I was the only other person in the car, I guess she thought she was playin’ me. Only question was, whether or not I was gonna let her think she was gettin’ away wit’ it. Truth was I needed her right now. I wanted to put this thing behind me and move on. “But this better turn out to be something.”

“I can’t promise shit at this point. I just dropped the muthafucka I thought it was. Only thing I can tell you is that this nigga Nacho, he be hearin’ shit. Maybe he heard something ’bout your thing.”

“Nacho Marquez?”

Rain’s expression changed. “Yeah. You know him?”

“No, just the name.” I’d heard Freeze mention him a few times. He told me that Nacho was a bookmaker and a gambler who made a reputation for himself for having information for sale. At least I knew that Rain hadn’t beat him on weak product. But there was something about the way her expression changed when she thought I might know Nacho that bothered me.

For the time being, I put that aside, but at the same time I understood fully that Rain had her own agenda working here, and I was a part of it. That meant I should be ready for whatever. “Where we find him?”

“You in a hurry?”

“Yeah. I told you, I got shit to do. I don’t have all night for this shit.” I stuck my finger in her face to be sure she got the point. “So if your boy Nacho can’t tell me shit. I’m done with you. If the muthafuckas that robbed my joint belong to you, and you wanna put your house in order, that’s cool. You call me when you put a bullet in their brains.”

“Look, nigga, I’ma say this one more time. Only muthafuckin’ thing I can tell you is that this nigga, Nacho, be hearin’ shit. Now if that ain’t good enough for you then pull this bitch over and let me out. I’m tryin’ to help your muthafuckin’ ass and you givin’ me this shit ’bout it.”

I stopped at the next red light. “You can get out now. I’ll find Nacho without you,” I told her calmly. Rain didn’t reach for the handle this time.

When the light changed I drove on. “So where we goin’? And yes, I’m in a hurry.”

“Co-op City. Section four.”

“Anything I need to know about you and Nacho?”

Rain shook her head.

We drove to Co-op City, which is located in the Baychester section of the Bronx, close to I-95 and the Hutchinson River Parkway. It’s the largest cooperative housing development in the world. If it were a municipality instead of part of Bronx, it would be the 10 thlargest city in New York State.

We got to Nacho’s building and went in behind one of the residents. We took the steps to Nacho’s floor and knocked on his door. It took awhile before a male voice came back from the other side of the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Rain. Open the door, nigga!”

“Go away!”

“Oh-so it’s like that, huh?”

Rain started bangin’ and kickin’ the door until he opened it. When he did, Rain stuck her gun under his chin. “Go away, my fat ass,” she said and took his gun from his waist. “Now, where’s Nacho?”

The man pointed.

“Well move then.”

He started walking backwards slowly, and Rain kept the gun pressed to his chin. I followed her in. For a young girl, Rain could definitely handle herself. As we got closer I could see that there were three men seated in the living room.

“Who’s at the door?” one of them yelled.

Once we were in the room one of the men started to reach for his gun, but the other one stopped him. I assumed that he was Nacho. “What do you want, Rain?”

“What’s up, Nacho?” Rain said and pushed the doorman to the floor. He looked at me and started to get up. I shook my head and showed him my gun. He decided to keep his spot.

“Get off the floor, you look ridiculous,” Nacho said. He looked at me one more time to make sure it was all right before he got up. “Now, what do you want, Rain?”

Rain went and sat across from Nacho with her gun on her lap. “I don’t want nothin’. I maybe just came to holla at you, Nacho. You know, since we cool and shit.”

“Yeah, Rain, we cooler than a fan. Now what the fuck do you want?”

“See how you treat a sistah? That shit ain’t even necessary.” She looked at me. “Why can’t muthafuckas just get along?”

I don’t know what she was lookin’ at me for. I agreed with Nacho. I wanted her to get to the point too.