Page 47 of Reckless Forever
I turned to him, “Nah, don’t. Everybody gotta see me.”
I pulled my gun from my hip, set it in my lap, and stared out of the window for the rest of the ride.
When we pulled up across the street from the pharmacy, I could see them. Ivy and Sanchez were stepping out, pharmacybags dangling from her hand like she was going for a midnight snack run. Not trying to run away in the middle of the night.
Then I saw another truck at the light. Through the windshield, even behind tinted glass, I caught sight of Emilio behind the wheel.
His light changed just as we were coming up to the intersection; my voice cracked the silence. “Go through the light.”
We rolled up behind them, creeping to a slow stop. My hand was already on the handle. I didn’t wait. Before he could even shift into park, I stepped out onto the pavement.
And I emptied the clip straight through Emilio’s driver-side window. Glass shattered, and bullets flew like rain. His head snapped back, blood painting the dashboard. He slumped forward against the wheel, dead.
I turned and sent a shot toward Sanchez without thinking. The shot went through the air and hit the passenger window of his truck, shattering the glass. For the first time in my life, I missed. Sanchez ducked low, eyes wide, staring back at me like he was staring at the devil.
“What the fuck was she doing outside?” I barked, my chest heaving.
Sanchez threw his arms out, confusion all over his face. “Nigga, she told me her period came on! She made me take her to the pharmacy!”
For the first time, my eyes snapped to Ivy. Bags in her hands, looking guilty as hell.
“Get in the truck,” I gritted through teeth clenched so tight the words barely came out.
Trouble started barking orders. “Ain’t no fucking time to argue. Move the body. Hollow take his truck and go dump that nigga. You and Jax, take the one we came in. I’ll ride withSanchez. Wipe the cameras, all of them. Nigga just lit up the middle of a fucking pharmacy!”
He scoffed and threw his hands in the air. “And I’m not killing Sanchez about this shit, your girl just as reckless as you.”
Sirens in the distance brought me back to the moment just for a second. I slid into the seat beside Ivy and slammed the door. It shook the whole truck as we pulled out of the parking lot.
I turned to her, chest still rising and falling. She looked at me from the corner of her eyes, like she was ready to jump out of the moving truck.
“What the fuck was that? How you trust a nigga you lied to? A nigga who had a hit put on him because of you?!” I gritted.
Her voice trembled when she spoke. “You weren’t answering the phone! They said they had y’all, and all I had to do was come back! I didn’t know what else to do!”
“Ivy, think!” I yelled; it changed the expression on her face.
“You think they was just gone let us walk away after that? Huh? And what the hell did you expect me to do while they had me tied up? Just sit there waiting on you to come in and save the day?”
Tears welled in her eyes as her voice dropped. “Judah… you didn’t answer. I thought I was saving you.”
For a moment, my anger was gone. I searched for her face as she spoke.
I grabbed her wrist, bringing her across the seat, and kissed her forehead. My voice was ice when I pulled back and looked her dead in the eyes. “That’s the stupidest, sweetest shit I ever heard. Don’teverthink you gotta save me. I’d never put you in that position. Aight?”
Her breath hitched, caught in her throat.
“I know you keep comparing us to Cartel niggas, but have you ever seen a nigga take blood back from his own uncle? You don’tknow us like that yet. But you will, this shit ain’t never that easy, Ma.”
Her chest was pressed to mine, and I could feel when she held her breath.
I held her tight, tracing her jaw with my thumb. My other hand was already on my phone, wiping all the cameras in a fifteen-mile radius with a few swipes. By the time I was done, there was no evidence that we had been in the area.
She could pretend she didn’t see it or understand it. But the second she made it clear that she didn’t want to go back to Santos’ estate, it was up. If this wasn’t the proof that she needed, then she would hate to see what me being mad actually looked like.
I was ready to go the distance about her, and there wasn’t a nigga walking this earth that would change that, or they’d end up like Emilio.
CHAPTER 14
