Page 158 of Save Room for Us

“How he doing?”I asked Low and Free walking on either side of me to the dungeon room.

“Been a while since he had any water or food, and that funky ass leg look like it’s turning into some shit.” Free frowned in disgust.

“I was gon’ chop the shit off, but Free said not to,” Low added.

We made it to the door, so I entered, a putrid scent hitting me in the nose, which was crazy considering it was a big ass room. The fact that Grady had the shit smelling like this meant that wound he was sporting was in bad fucking shape.

“Grady, what’s good, nigga?” I asked when I walked in to where he was, tied up.

“S-Sif, man, I’m so happy to see you,” he said groggily.

“Untie him,” I instructed. “Right now.” I eyed Low when he hesitated.

Nodding, Low went over to remove the restraints, causing Grady to fall onto the floor.

“You happy to see me? A nigga you been dodging?” I cocked my head.

“Nah, man. Only reason I was do-dodging you was because you was trying to kill me.” He coughed. “Let me get a bottle of water or something.” He licked his lips.

“Yeah, you ran at first ’cause you was scared but also ’cause you thought you could do better, take my place eventually. But you could never be me, nigga. I make this shit look easy, I know, but it ain’t for muthafuckas like you. Hence why you got ten years on me but working for me, running from me, and begging for my mercy, nigga.”

“Nah, man?—”

“I tried to help yo’ ass too. Gave you passes on shit I should’ve smoked you for. But you was so fucking worried ’bout what the next nigga was doing instead of stepping yo’ fucking game up.”

“I know, man.” He started crying. “I know, and I’m sorry. You was right this whole time, I was just… feeling disrespected because these niggas is way younger than me.” He hacked a bit then said, “But look, since all I did was attempt to rob one trap, we can make amends, man. Whatever you need me to do, I can handle it. Show you I’m loyal.”

I nodded, pacing for a second, then asked, “Who took them photos of me and my girl?” Grady attempted to speak but couldn’t form the words out of shock. Chuckling, I said, “Oh you thought I wouldn’t figure that shit out, huh? Damn, bruh. You ain’t even know her well enough to be this fucking thirsty.”

“Look, that reminds me, man, I didn’t take them pictures but?—”

“Cut his leg, Low,” I directed, and he promptly grabbed a head covering. “Since you still can’t be honest.”

“Nah, man, okay. Alright, listen!” he hollered over the chainsaw Low grabbed up as Free, masked up as well, went to pin Grady’s arms.

I stepped back as Grady hollered out, flailing as much as he could while Low cut the damaged part of his leg. It was so dead he couldn’t even make it move, so it laid there perfectly, ready to be sliced while his other moved about.

Grady’s screams engulfed the whole room as I nodded at Low to go ahead and finish him off. Low followed directions, sending the chainsaw right into the middle of Grady’s body as I watched, emotionless, waiting for his screams which turned to gurgling, then to silence.

Once I watched him take his last breath and quit shaking, I turned to leave the room, Free and Low already knowing what the fuck to do. I didn’t even need to show up, but I wanted his bitch ass to see my face before he perished. I wasn’t interested in shit he had to say.

I knew he was about to tell me some shit in regard to Cedric, but it was obvious he and that nigga were working together. Grady would have no need to get those photos and to Cedric’s father unless he was. Him hanging around a physical therapy spot was a dead giveaway as well.

Stepping outside, I dialed Bashar.

“What’s up, Sif? I’m about to walk into court.”

“Is the advice still the same?” I questioned, irritated and pacing the dirt filled ground outside the warehouse.

I was itching to murk Cedric already, but knowing he had linked up with Grady’s bitch ass had me breaking out in hives at the fucking need.

“The wha—yes, Sif. Hold off. It won’t be much longer.”

Exhaling heavily, I nodded as if he could see me.

“Aight. Aight. Fuck.”

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. I gotta go.”

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