“Nigga, you have no idea how much you are fucking up,” I chuckled as I checked over my gun. I patted his shoulder. “But don’t worry, you’ll learn.”
I walked away from Trey and set out to find Tank and Lavender. There was no way they didn’t hear the window break or us talking. The kitchen and living room were empty when I came to the last room to be checked. Psalms stood in front of it with an annoyed look on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I’m just trying to figure out how much I want to hear them scream.” She shrugged, then grabbed the door handle and tried to turn it. “It’s locked.” She lifted her fist and knocked on the door. “Lavender, open the door. I know you’re in there.”
“I’m sorry!” Lavender cried, and Psalms shook her head. “I’m so sorry!”
“Sorry doesn’t excuse what you did,” Psalms replied. “You can either come out, or I’ll come in, and sweetie, you don’t want me to come in there.”
“Please!” Lavender begged. “Please just leave.”
“Oh, baby, we can’t do that,” Psalms sighed. “Not until after you give me some answers and you’re dead.” She looked over her shoulder at Trey, then stepped back. “I’m pretty sure this door isn’t as strong as the front door. Try and kick it open, Princess.”
I chuckled and shook my head. She was never going to let him live that shit down, and I knew that when she told her family about his failed attempt, they were going to clown Trey, too. Trey grilled her, then stepped up to the door and kicked it open.
“There you go,” he gloated. He stepped aside and opened his arms to motion for her to walk into the room.
Psalms walked into the room and shook her head. “I’m not even going to ask where Tank is because I know he dipped on your ass,” she said, walking around the room. Lavender stood in the corner, scared as hell. “By the looks of those bruises, he’s been gone a few days, huh?”
My eyes went to Lavender’s face and I tsked. She had a black eye, a busted lip, and the side of her face that didn’t have the black eye was bruised up.
“Damn,” I grunted and shook my head. “That nigga beating your ass like that?”
“Has been the entire time, more than likely,” Psalms said as she walked around the room, looking around. “Was the dick that damn good?” She picked up a picture from the dresser, and her face twisted before she set it down again. “Or was it his head game because yes, Tank is fine, but there is nothing about him that makes me want to cross people who did nothing but love you from the moment you were brought around.”
“I’m sorry,” Lavender cried.
“I heard you the first time you said it,” Psalm replied with a shrug. “I didn’t believe you then, just like I don’t believe you now.” She moved from the dresser and went to the closet. “I think you’re sorry you got caught.” She looked over her shoulder at Lavender and grilled her. “You’re probably sorry because he left you here to get caught. Which tells me you don’t know shit about what they are up to. You were a pawn in the game. You could and would be sacrificed.”
“He told me he loved me,” Lavender said, and Psalms kissed her teeth. “We were supposed to get married. He said all I had to do was this last thing and we’d be together.”
“You were played, baby girl.” Psalms looked through her closet and laughed. “That nigga played you big time.” She closed the closet door and leaned against it. Her shears shone off the light as they moved. “Now, before I kill you, I have a few questions. If you’re smart, you’ll tell me what I want to know, and we can move on, but if you aren’t and want to play dumb, I’ll make this as painful as I possibly can, and trust me when I say this, Lavender, Iwillmake it hurt.”
“We need to snatch her and leave,” Trey said. “The police will be here soon. You made a lot of noise smashing that front window in.”
Psalms sighed, rolled her eyes, then turned to Lavender and pointed to the phone on the bed. “You called the police?”
“Yes,” Lavender cried.
“Do it again,” Psalm said. Lavender didn’t move, so she pushed off the door and picked up the phone from the bed, then dialed 9-1-1.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Help!” Psalms yelled as she grilled Trey. “Someone broke into my house! I’m scared! Please send someone!” She started to fake sob. “Please, I’m so scared!”
A laugh echoed through the phone’s speaker. “Oh, that sounded so good,” Xoey laughed. She was laughing so hard that she snorted.
“It sounded believable?” Psalms asked her.
“It did,” Xoey answered. “I’ll have to send you the file so you can hear it later.”
“I would appreciate that,” Psalms laughed. “But look, I gotta go. I’ll see you later?”
“Yep,” Xoey answered.
Psalms hung up the phone and tossed it back on the bed. “Understand you aren’t dealing with a rookie when it comes to this shit,” she said, grilling Trey. “The small details are taken care of. Now don’t question me again.” She turned to Lavender. “I’m annoyed now, so let’s wrap this shit up.” She approached Lavender, grabbed her by the back of her head, dragged her out of the corner, and threw her to the ground. “I don’t even need to know the why at this point because bitch you crossed the wrong fucking family.”
