Page 13 of Follow Me to Your Heart
By the time I was finished, my blood was boiling again. “I can’t believe she really did that to me. She straight set me up and thought I was going to be okay with it.”
“Yeah, she’s foul for that. Don’t worry, sis. I got you. She knows how I am when it comes to you, so I don’t even know why she told me.”
“Because you’re her favorite child.”
“Don’t say that.”
I scoffed. “You know it’s true. And before you say anything, it doesn’t bother me because I’m Daddy’s favorite.”
“I guess you got a point.”
Kasey and I talked for five more minutes before it was time for us to go. Sienna, Taylor, and I took two more shots, grabbed our mixed drinks, and went downstairs to wait for our Journey.
I went to my messages to see Cage had read my message ten minutes ago but didn’t reply. He was really beginning to piss me off. Whatever his problem was with me, he needed to let me know. His actions were blindsiding me, and I didn’t like it at all.
Oh, well.
The only thing I could do was shake it off and focus on my night with my girls. I had a feeling things were going to get wild.
I was exhausted.
Mentally and physically.
Shit had blown up, and O’Shea was on our asses about getting everything fixed. Once again, some money had come up missing from a different house. When Red and I went to collect, the house was completely empty. Not one person, dollar bill, or gram in sight. We hadn’t been able to find the culprits. Since I was the overseer of those particular houses, everything fell on Red and me. We’d been searching high and low, day and night, getting closer with each second.
I felt like shit.
I’d neglected everyone and everything, including myself. Over the last few days, I had hardly eaten or gotten any rest.My body was running on E, demanding I rest and fuel myself properly, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything until all thirty g’s were returned and bodies were in the ground.
“I’m tired as fuck, man,” Red complained, sinking deeper into the passenger seat and swiping his hands down his face. “Has no one come out yet?”
“Nah. You know how it is when they think shit is sweet. I can bet they’re in there flashing the money as if they worked hard for it.”
“Hell yeah. You know they are. I told O’Shea it’s time to clean house and restart with a whole new housing crew. The shit ain’t happening for no reason. These niggas been plotting and planning for some time now. It’s odd for it to happen back-to-back like this.”
“Hopefully, this is the last of it. I agree with you, Red. O’Shea gotta clean house, and we need to help him pick the next team.”
The last thing I desired to do was take more lives, but with how things were going, it was inevitable. There was no doubt in my mind that I would shut down. The thought made my mind drift to the conversation I had with Keith. I’d spoken to him since the night I pulled up on Marquis, and he brought up my plan again.
My goal was to flip houses in the hood and keep them affordable. The older I got, the more I realized how fucked up things could be. I grew up in the hood watching my mama, along with all the other parents residing there, struggle to make ends meet with minimal help. Shit like that scarred you and had you mad at the world. I’d witnessed it time and time again. It was time to make a change.
For the last three years, I’d been saving my money for a better purpose. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do when I first started. At that time, after being in the game for two years at seventeen, I realized I didn’t want to do it forever. The onlyreason I got in the game was to get fast money to help my mama. It became an addiction, especially after seeing the weight being lifted from my mama’s shoulders every time I put a stack in her hand. I found myself getting deeper in it.
Korren warned me it would happen.
Red tapped the back of his hand against my chest as he sat up, breaking me from my thoughts. “Aye, I see someone.”
I rose up to see someone dressed in all-black approaching the front door of the house we were watching, observing his surroundings. With a head nod, Red and I got out with our protection and hid behind a car parked on the curb in front of the house. We watched as the man knocked on the door and waited until someone opened it before moving in.
Immediately, I recognized one of our house workers, Lynn. His eyes ballooned upon seeing us.
Red kicked the mystery man in the leg with his gun pressed against the back of his head, while I walked deeper inside the house. As I expected, they were having a party, throwing money around that I knew wasn’t theirs to impress the half-naked girls in their faces. I leaned against the wall and shot in the ceiling. The girls screamed and scattered while the men went mute.
“Turn the music off, Lynn,” I calmly demanded, glaring directly at him. He appeared stuck, not moving fast enough for me. My irritation level was at an all-time high. I wasn’t in the mood to repeat myself, so I held my gun up and shot Lynn in the shoulder.
He cried out in pain but swiftly turned the music off. I remained leaning against the wall, finally getting a chance to look around to see the other two houseworkers there as well. Not wanting someone innocent caught up in the crossfire, I asked Red to identify the mystery man.
“Who are you?” Red asked, snatching the hood off his head. Neither of us recognized who he was, but from his poor physique, I figured he came with an intention to buy from them.
