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“Okay, nigga, now you talking in circles and making me fucking dizzy. Tell me what I need to know,” he said and laughed.
This nigga was worse than me when it came to this killing shit. He was a silent killer, though. I only called him when I wanted shit done discreetly and fast. He was the fastest and didn’t leave a mess. Sometimes I did get carried away and left too much of a mess, but fuck it. It was what it was.
“Calliope’s woman was killed last night. He thought it was suicide until he inspected the scene, and the shit wasn’t adding up. The only issue is that Calliope lives very fucking private, so somebody gotta be following him or the shit was staged.” I left out the part that happened before. He didn’t need to know all that.
“Does he have cameras around his house or in his neighborhood?” he asked.
“Nigga, he lives in the fucking forest. Ain’t no fucking neighbors, but I think he got cameras around his shit,” I replied.
“Nah, I ain’t gon’ hack the cameras. I got another way of getting shit done. Just trust me, and I’ll have the answers you need before the week ends,” he said.
“And I’ll have the money wired to your account as soon as the job is done,” I responded. “I need one more favor. There is a woman that I need information on. Her name is Raven. I don’t have her last name, but I can send you a picture,” I told him, and I heard him chuckling.
“Let me guess. This female is for you, right? You don’t trust a fucking soul outside of family. You must really like her to want all this shit done,” he said, and I blushed.
I was glad this nigga couldn’t see me. I needed to know who the fuck she was and if she was affiliated with any of thefamilies. I didn’t dig too much into people’s backgrounds when they applied for living spaces in my building, so a lot of shit went past me. Plus, I didn’t handle the day-to-day. I had people for that shit.
“Nah, this one's on the house. I might need you for something, and I want the favor returned. You got me?” he asked, and I had to think about it because this nigga never asked for help, but he was always my secret ally when I needed him.
“Always, nigga. Over and out.” He laughed as we disconnected the call, and I threw both my phones on the bed.
I took in and let out a deep breath because this shit was about to stress me out, and I didn’t have no pussy to fall in because I only desired one pussy, but I couldn’t touch her yet. Something was off about her, and I had to know what the fuck it was. She was seductive, unafraid, and bold as fuck. She wasn’t from New Orleans. Not to say that the women didn’t get in the paint and weren’t sexy as fuck this way, but something about her was different. Until I had the information I needed, I would move accordingly. I had to stay away from her at all costs because if she slithered the wrong way, my dick would slither its way into her pussy.
I jumped in the shower and washed my thoughts away before pulling my pants on and making sure all my knives were secure before falling into a peaceful slumber with thoughts of what the fuck Raven was doing or even if she was fucking the nigga that I didn’t see when I went to her shit.
Chapter 11
Raven
“You really losing your fucking touch,” I heard Sokko say as he walked out of the bathroom toward me.
I only heard part of what he was saying because my mind was still on what the fuck just happened with Hellcat. My heart thumped out of my chest when he was close to me because I didn’t know whether to be turned on or scared. He didn’t scare me, but I didn’t want to say too much too soon.
“Why the fuck are you here, and what touch am I losing?” I rolled my eyes.
I hated my brother. I hated my entire family, and that’s why I ran away, but they still managed to find me everywhere I went. Something was off. I hadn’t spoken to my brother in years, and now he all of a sudden popped up? I needed answers.
“You act like you don’t know who the fuck you belong to, but one phone call would change all of that,” he told me, and my face felt hot. I didn’t need him to call our father because then my cover would be blown, and I would be dragged back to Colombia, where I didn’t want to be.
“How the fuck did you find me?” I asked him, and he gave me a cocky grin like he knew some shit that I didn’t.
Our father, Sebastian, was the brother of Fanucci, and together, they owned the Colombia Point Dawgs.
This was the third place I had come to, and the first place I was found. When I left Colombia, I didn’t have a destination in mind, but I knew I wanted to be in the United States. I had the hookup on getting all the paperwork that I needed for my green card, and one of my father’s men helped me escape. I wanted no parts of the Colombian Point Dawgs, although I was born into the shit. I wanted to live a regular life and not have to look over my shoulder or walk around with security constantly watching my every move. I wanted to live under my own free will, but living under my father’s thumb wouldn’t allow that.
The first place I went was Florida, and I got my degree in accounting. Then, I went to Los Angeles for my master's and decided to move down south to live. I didn’t care about having a job because every time my parents gave me money over the years, I transferred it to American dollars and had it in an account that they didn’t know about. I had finally settled in New Orleans, and this nigga ended up finding me. If he didn’t tell Sebastian, that meant he was here for his own personal reasons.
“Let me put you on to something. When you were born, a chip was placed inside your left hand to track your every move, but the catch is our father let me take over it when I turned eighteen. When you graduated from high school and decided to run away, I knew every place you ran to but kept my mouth shut. When I realized that you were staying in New Orleans, I knew this was my chance to get what I needed,” he told me, and I was confused.
My head started to spin, and my vision got blurry.
“A chip? What? You knew all this time and didn’t tell me, so why now? And why do you have access?” I felt like I was about to faint. What did he have to do with New Orleans? Why did he decide to stop here instead of the other places I lived?
“I gained access because I was supposed to protect you while you were in college, but you ran away. I didn’t tell Sebastian because you deserved your freedom. All the training you went through, I knew you didn’t want any of it. The look was always in your eyes, so I kept my mouth shut when I noticed you were gone. I told him you didn’t want to be bothered for years until the man just stopped asking.”
I had a look of shock on my face at this truth.
“I don’t give a fuck that you ran away, but understand that Colombian blood runs through your veins, and you know how to survive with or without a weapon. I am only telling you because I need a favor, and I know you can do it. You were trained to kill. Let’s not forget that,” he said, and chills ran through my body.
