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“No. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or whenever,” I said as I held the door open.
“Shalene, please. We’re not doin’ this shit again. I got some business to handle so I’ll call you around two. Lose the attitude,” he said before kissing my forehead and leaving out of the door. Just like that, my night had gone from sugar to shit.
Chapter 8
Terrez
“Who the fuckis he on the phone with?” I asked rhetorically.
Right now, Little and I were watching a camera we placed in the trap on Roosevelt. When the camera was set up, we made sure no one was in the crib and nobody outside of Little and me knew about it. I wanted to put Big Lou on game since he’d been here before the shit was passed down to me, but I didn’t trust anyone. As far as I was concerned, every nigga in here was guilty until proven innocent. We’d been watching the camera for about a week now, but nothing had caught our attention until a few days ago. The shit pissed me off because it had taken away from the time I wanted to spend with Shalene.
I sent her a text to check on her, but clearly the shit wasn’t good enough. I didn’t blame her though. I wanted to be in her presence just as much as she wanted to be in mine. Since she was kid free this weekend, I had plans to take her pretty ass on a date tomorrow. As soon as I wrapped this shit up with Little, I’d be heading to her apartment to see if she wanted to chill and cook like we’d done last night. I enjoyed getting to know her on a deeper level and our connection was slowly progressing.
“I been tryna figure out the same thing. He gets the call around the same time, but the days of the call are random as fuck,” Little stated.
“Yeah, them niggas gotta switch up the routine. Chaos is stupid as fuck for not takin’ that shit to his car. Ain’t no way I’m gon’ be on some snake shit all out in the open.”
“Real shit. You don’t think we should say somethin’ to Lou?”
“Nah. It’s too early and we ain’t got shit to tell if I’m bein’ real.”
Before Little could respond, his phone rang with a call from his delivery man, Chris. This nigga was supposed to update us days ago, but I was trying to be understanding since his mom was knocking at death’s door. Had he been any other nigga, I would’ve pulled up on him in the hospital room. Deep down, I had a heart, but the streets would never know that.
“Yoo.”
“Ay, Little…What’s good, bruh? You free to meet me at the spot real quick?”
“Yeah. I’m about ten minutes away. I got my brother with me too.”
“Aight, man. I’ll see you niggas in a few.”
When the call ended, Little and I shot each other a knowing look. If Chris was requesting a meeting, that meant some shit had gone down or he found out something of value. Chris wasn’t someone to call for simple shit. As we pulled into traffic, I rested my head against the headrest and hoped that shit didn’t take all day. I’d much rather be laid up under Shalene than out here in a bunch of niggas’ faces playing this game of Clue.
Before being granted access to the warehouse, Little and I were stopped at the door. Chris didn’t allow anybody to walk in here with a phone or guns and I didn’t blame him. There weren’t many people who knew about this location and I thought he wassmart as fuck for that. Shit could get messy if information got into the wrong hands.
“What’s good, y’all?” Chris asked as he shook hands with us.
“Same shit, different day,” Little said as he took a seat across from Chris.
For now, I planned to let Little take the lead on this. These niggas were his people.
“What you got for me?”
“Man…”
Running a hand down his face in frustration, Chris took a second to get his words together before speaking.
“Somebody in y’all camp is a snake. The lil nigga I had do the delivery is tied up in the next room. He got some information y’all may wanna hear before I have his ass sent to his maker.”
When Chris stood, Little and I followed suit. The three of us walked down a small hallway and approached a closed door. Chris knocked twice and the door was opened by some big ass security guard looking ass nigga with shades on. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of the runner tied down to the chair. His head lifted slightly when he felt our presence. Both his eyes being swollen and purple let me know someone had done a number on his ass.
“Trevor, my boy. I got some people who need to holla at you.”
When Trevor shook his head, Chris put a hand on his shoulder and told him the deal.
“If you talk, I promise to kill you quick. If you refuse not to talk or I feel like it’s bullshit, I’ll be sure to have my dogs eat yo’ ass within an inch of your life. I’ll bury your ass alive just so you can feel everything. Your choice,” he said as he stood and patted his back.
When Little and I walked closer, the foul smell that surrounded him didn’t bother me. I’d had my fair share of niggas I had to handle, so the smell didn’t even make me flinch.
