Page 29 of In Too Deep

“Allen, he-h-he set it up. I was supposed to sell the phones and cut the driver a cut, then cut Allen--”

I grimaced in disgust. Suddenly, a bad taste formed in my mouth. I knew that nigga. This shit was getting bad. Allen knew me. I dapped hands with that nigga and put him on to some money when he didn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. It’s crazy how niggas haven’t been taught not to bite the hand that feeds them. Out of respect, I don’t need clout or visibility to state that I put niggas on and gave them bread when all they had was bologna because that’s too much like counting favors.

“Tell me the plan?”

“Huh,” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Bitch if you can huh, you can hear. Tell me the plan? How did y’all plan this shit out? I need to drop y’all pussies like flies for playing with me, thinking y’all can get off!”

“Romelo, I promise I didn’t know these were your phones,” she pleaded.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I bet you didn’t.” My tone was nonchalant. “When is the next drop?”

“Um tonight. We’re meeting up at Love’s tonight. The truck stop off Lamar.”

“It just became your lucky fucking day,” I sneered.

To give her a sense of relief, I put the gun down and made a few phone calls. The serial numbers marked on the Excel sheet were coded, except for a few. Assumingly the ones she’d already sold. She also admitted to having a few more in storage, so I told Javon to be on standby. Just as I was short handedly starting to like Synthia, I despised her just as quick. To save her life, she gave me the whole rundown about the starting point and how shit goes down smoothly without being traced. I was already plotting to put an end to all that shit and dead any future actions of it ever happening again. Now the only decision I must make after I make my move is whether I'm going to kill her pretty ass or not.

“Put some decent clothes on,” I demanded. “Grab whatever money you got left over. First thing in the morning, call MLGW and get your lights shut off. You won’t be here for a while.” Her mouth gaped open like she was preparing to say something, and her arched brows were furrowed as she looked at me with confusion.

“Bitch just go? Yo auntie ain’t teach you to not to question a man with a gun?”

Scrambling out of the room, my eyes fell on her jiggly ass and remained zeroed in on her booty meat until she disappeared out of my eyesight. Out of frustration, I scratched my head with the butt of the gun before grabbing the duffle bag and tossing it over my shoulder. When she trotted back in the room, I told her to head inside the kitchen, making sure to trot after her, so she wouldn’t try no funny shit.

“Put all yo frozen food and shit in a garbage bag—anything that would stink if it got spoiled, and don’t try no stupid shit or I’ma blow yo fuckin’ brains out. I’ll regret it, but don’t make me go that route. I’ll be down at the coroner eating your pussy before they bury yo fine ass if I do.”

Being obedient, she grabbed everything frozen, including milk and sandwich meat, fruit, and whatever else she wanted, all while questioning me about the reason I was having her do this in the first place.

“I’ll come back and get that shit. C’mon,” I motioned with my hand.

Hesitantly, she trotted out of the house with cold feet. On GP, killing her would be right, but I wanted to have a little more fun with her, and if she knew any better, she’d take this as an advantage. I gripped the back of her neck as we trailed to my car.

“Ouch,” she whimpered.

“I ain’t even trying to be rough with you and shit like this, but you need to learn shit the hard way,” I grimaced as I slapped the butt of the gun against the back of her head after opening the trunk.

Casually lifting her inside, I bite down on my bottom lip and adjusted her body. I hit her hard enough to knock her ass out, but there would be minimal bruising. It was dark out here, so niggas couldn’t see shit unless they had night vision. Before we left, I turned off her porch light, the sudden absence plunging the porch into a shadow. I kissed her softly on the lips, the feel of her skin still warm against mine, before closing the trunk and getting into my car. The many bags of food were sprawled out across the back seat. Pulling away from the curb, my phone began to chime in my pocket. With my hand on the steering wheel, I reached for it and saw that it was Trecee. I declined her call twice, only for her to call back to back like I was a direemergency, knowing her only reason would be to aggravate the fuck out of me.

“Hello,”I answered, not trying to add the annoyance in my tone.

“Is that how you answer the phone for your girlfriend?”she purred into the speaker.

“Nah, but it’s how I answer the phone for my annoying ass girlfriend,”I responded, causing her to scoff.

“Am I still in the doghouse?”

“Have you learned your lesson?”I chastised her.

“I think I have Rome. This is insane. I couldn’t even go to the mall because you had my credit card deactivated. Do you know how janky I looked with all those bags in my hand, only for my card to decline?”

“What the fuck do you think the dog house is, mane? It ain’t fun time for you, cutting shit off and limiting your expenses is what it is.”

“You do realize my birthday trip is coming up right?”

“Yeah, how could I forget?”

“Then how am I supposed to get cute and plan for that when you aren’t letting me?”she whined.

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