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“Your faces were covered, though.”
“I know. I’m just telling you what I saw. She did a double take and started talking to the chick that she was with. She had tears in her eyes like she was spooked.”
Fuck.
If she recognized Caine, it was only from the robbery. Days after I met him, I began to put the plan in motion to rob the bank. I knew that I was going to use him to do it, so I kept him and Lavell away from Solae so that she wouldn’t suspect anything when they hit the bank.
I didn’t need this shit. Solae had been on a running–her–mouth spree. She was not about to fuck this money up for me like she did the last.
“Get rid of her,” came smoothly out of my mouth with no hesitation.
Caine squinted his eyes and cocked his head slowly, as if that would make him understand me more clearly. “Get rid of her?”
“Yes, nigga. I’m not taking no chances. You shouldn’t either.”
He reminded me, “That’s your kids’ mother,” as if that would put some type of compassion in my heart. I didn’t give a fuck. She was also a bitch that had turned on me, a bitch that was willing to do anything to hurt me.
“Don’t facing life sound serious?”
Caine looked disgusted and shocked, like he’d swallowed his own shit. Before he could find the words to say, I waved my hand dismissively. I turned away, disgusted that he was being so scary.
Fuck it, I thought.I’ll do it myself.
14
Ihadn’t heard from Aaliyah since the morning before, when I left her crying on the floor. That was fine by me. All of these hoes were getting out of pocket. They could all kiss my ass. I had something special for Solae, though. I had no mercy for her. She was about to kiss the ground six feet deep.
I needed to shower, change, and get my shit out Aaliyah’s crib, though. The house was in Aaliyah’s name, so she could figure out how to keep up with the mortgage for all I gave a fuck. I had enough bread to get my own shit now.
I knew it would be some beef with her as soon as I walked through the door, so I prepared myself for it. What I wasn’t prepared for was the empty house that I walked into.
It was too early in the morning for Aaliyah to be outside, especially with the baby. I walked into the bedroom and noticed that everything was still on the floor from our fight. Since she hadn’t attempted to even pick up anything, I knew that she had split.
It was fine by me. That house could have gone up in flames. It was her problem. Not mine.
It did, however, become a problem for me when I went into the stash to grab some cash and noticed that the garbage bags were gone.
“Shit!”
Aaliyah had to have taken them.
I punched the walls over and over again, until drywall collapsed around my hands and my knuckles bled.
“Fuck, man!”
I heard the back door open. I hadn’t locked it behind myself. I hoped that it was Aaliyah. I walked towards the kitchen, where the back door was. I was prepared to stump a hole in this bitch.
Unfortunately, it was Fabe who emerged from the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?” Fabe looked at me like I was crazy as I stood in the middle of the living room floor with my fists balled up, flared nostrils, and bleeding knuckles.
“You seen Aaliyah?”
“Nah.”
I immediately took my cell from my pocket. I dialed her number as Fabe followed me into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
My call went straight to voicemail.
