Chapter thirteen
Amethyst
Iset my phone on my lap and kept watching Shelly. It had taken Cross less than five minutes to find out everything I needed to know except for the reason for the wreck. That information was locked down like Fort Knox, and I knew the only person who could give me the information I needed was the woman sitting across from me. Shelly was a pretty girl with her brown skin, full lips, and big expressive eyes that were sad as fuck right now, but shit, I got why. She’d been dealing with Grant for years. They had three kids, not including the one in her stomach, and that nigga was married to another woman.
When she noticed me, her eyes got big, but I didn’t move. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck, I was here to talk to her. I lifted my empty cup to her, and she nodded before turning to the person I assumed was her manager, who exchanged a few words with her. She then took off her apron and approached my table.
“Have a seat,” I said as I stood. Shelly hesitated for a moment, and I chuckled. “Shelly, I ain’t the nigga you want to have to ask twice.”
“Fine,” she stubbornly said and took the seat across from me. “What do you want?”
“I came to talk,” I said as I sat back.
“If Grant sent you to check on me, then you’re wasting your time,” she said, shaking her head. “I already told him I was done, and I mean it this time. He can keep the drama, and I won’t tell his wife shit.”
“I ain’t here because that nigga sent me,” I chuckled and shook my head. “If anything, his ass would shit himself if he knew I was here.”
“Then why are you here?” she skeptically asked. “Because I know for a fact I’ve seen you around the Kilmores a whole bunch of times. You’re on their team.”
“I was,” I nodded. “Not anymore, though.”
“Why?” she questioned and lifted her brow. “Because Luther and Quincy fucked your bitch or something?”
“Nah,” I replied. “That nigga better not come at her.”
“That’s how they work, though,” she shrugged. “To be a part of their team, you gotta give them something, and more times than not, it’s a sample of your bitch. They all share.”
“I don’t.” I shook my head. A group of niggas walked into the restaurant, and I noticed that Shelly got a little uncomfortable for a second. She readjusted in her seat three times before she dropped her head and shook it. The group sat three booths down from us and were watching her hard as fuck. I threw a single nod at them that they all returned.
“I thought you said you weren’t here because of Grant,” Shelly said with an attitude.
“I’m not,” I chuckled.
“Then why are they here?” She pointed to the table, then kissed her teeth. “Because they only show up when Grant is on some bullshit.”
“The Franklins-”
“Work with the Kilmores.” She cut me off and shook her head. “You work for Grant, which means you probably work for them.”
“I don’t,” I replied. “You scared of them niggas or something?”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” she said, nodding. “They are just as fucking crazy as Grant and his brothers. The shit I’ve seen them do to people would have the strongest stomachs turning.”
“Not mine, but if you need them gone for us to finish this conversation, that can be done,” I said, then stood and left the table. The restaurant wasn’t busy, which would work in my favor, but at the same time, I didn’t give a fuck. I’d already decided to make moves, which meant I was about to burn bridges with niggas I never should’ve dealt with and crash out with ones who’d been waiting for me to show niggas what I was really about.
I pulled my gun from the back of my pants and, without warning, shot the nigga that was the closest to me. He hit the ground, and I grabbed the second one by the back of his neck and pushed my gun under his chin. The other nigga at the table sat there, stuck by how fast I moved, but I could also see the fear in his eyes.
“Charlie,” I said to the one whom I had hemmed up. “What can I do for you?”
“You know you fucked up, right, Stone?” Charlie Franklin said and smirked. “This shit ain’t gonna fly with big bro.”
“You think I care about what Theo will or won’t approve of?” I asked as I grilled him. “He’s still in jail, and if he weren’t, I still wouldn’t give a fuck.”
“That was his God-son you killed,” Charlie replied, and I shrugged.
“Well, now he’s with God,” I replied, but pushed the barrel of the gun harder into his chin. It was hot from shooting, so I knew it burned. “Now tell me why the fuck you are here.”
“I came to visit a friend,” he chuckled, then cut his eyes to Shelly and licked his lips. “It’s my turn to check in with her. You know, see her and shit.”
