Amethyst
“You heard her?” Gift chuckled. I watched Yale walk away from him, then ran my hands over my face. I knew this shit was fucked up, but I needed my plan to work. The Kilmores were on their way to her house, and I needed them to believe that I’d run. This was the only plan that would work.
“I heard her,” I replied, then tapped the keyboard to change the camera view. She approached Cross, but her back was to the camera, so I couldn’t see her mouth to tell what she was saying.
I picked up my phone and shot Cross a text asking her what Yale was saying. Cross’s hands dropped to her side, and she started signing, which wasn’t going to help me because my sign language was rusty as fuck, and Cross’s fingers were moving fast as hell. I moved the feed to two separate monitors and slowed the second one down to focus on Cross’ movement.
“If his black ass doesn’t show his face, I’ll never forgive him,” I said out loud.
“Yeah, she basically said the same thing to me,” Gift laughed, and I grunted. I knew what she said to him because I had heard her.
“I know,” I grunted. My attention went to the live feed, and I sat back, surprised as fuck at what I was seeing. Yale walked away from Cross and put her hand out to Consonance, who hesitated for a moment, then pulled her keys from her pocket and handed them to Yale. “What the fuck?”
“Ay, I thought you said she can’t drive,” Gift said, sounding concerned.
“I said she didn’t, not that she couldn’t,” I corrected him. Yale unlocked Consonance’s black BMW 8 series and opened the door. She hesitated for a moment, then got inside and closed the door. My cellphone rang, and I swiped the screen without looking down.
“She’s going to drive,” Consonance announced, and I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Do you know how fucked her head is right now for her to be driving?”
“I know,” I sighed. Yale started the car, and I heard it roar to life in the background. “But I need her emotions to be real.” At the top of the screen, I watched the gate to her house open, and Quincy’s car came into view. His white charger sped down the driveway and barely stopped before it hit Yale. He jumped out of the car and started to demand answers.
“Let me handle this nigga,” Gift sighed, then hung up. I picked up the burner phone I was using and swiped the screen to make sure it was hung up, then plugged it into the system Cross and Nine had given me to erase the memory chip and SIM.
“What do you want me to do, Am?” Consonance asked, and I sighed.
“Let her go,” I replied. “Quincy can show out all he likes, but it’s not going to bring his brother back.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll call you later,” I said as I stood. “I won’t be here when Sunshine gets here. All my clothes and shit are being moved now.”
“She’s going to hate you,” Consonance said, and I nodded. I was going above and beyond to hurt her, but like I said, I needed this shit to be real. I looked up to see the movers taking out the last of the boxes. It would take Yale twenty minutes to get here once she left her house, but I’d be long gone by then.
“She can hate me until I get this shit figured out,” I declared as I closed my laptop and packed it up. “Until then, that anger is going to keep her alive.”
“Or I don’t know, maybe you could just tell her the truth,” she suggested, and I kissed my teeth. “I’m serious, Am, Yale isn’t going to care that you killed Grant. If anything, she’ll understand and want to help you figure out who the fuck his boss is so that nigga can die too.”
“I can’t take the chance of her getting hurt in the process,” I said. My phone vibrated, and I looked at the screen to see an alert that said Yale was less than 10 minutes away. She was hauling ass. I put my backpack on and rounded my desk to leave. “Listen, I gotta go. My parents are about to pull up, and Yale will be right behind them. I’ll be in contact once she’s gone.”
“She’s going to really hate you for that shit.”
I walked down the steps just as the back door opened, and I pulled my gun from the waist of my pants. I had a feeling I knew who it was, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I rounded the corner to see Mirror standing in the kitchen with a mug on his face.
“I gotta go, Consonance,” I said as I put my gun away.
“Alright,” she sighed, then hung up.
I put my phone in my pocket and entered the kitchen. “Everything was taken care of?” I asked Mirror.
“Yeah,” he answered with a singular nod. “You got plans for Yale, right? When this shit starts moving crazy.”
“It’s already in the works,” I answered as I passed him. “Now, let’s go so I can kill a few more niggas.”
“You know you got a lot of fucking demands for a nigga that’s asking for help from the nigga whose sister your girl killed,” Mirror said.
**
I parked my car in December’s drive way, turned it off and checked my surroundings. The shit was calm, which meant that his fucking dogs were out. I honked twice and waited. I wasn’t getting out of this fucking car until he gave me a sign that it was safe.
