Silence.
I turned to Jelani. “This nigga ever mention being in a bind?”
Jelani crossed his arms and glared at Rahmel. “Never. And I know his son goes to that nice ass private school in Alpharetta. That shit ain’t cheap,” he sneered.
I nodded, stepping closer. “So, you can afford to put your youngin’ in the best school, and I know you just bought your girl a new whip...” My voice trailed off as I punched him in the ribs.
Rahmel let out another guttural cry; the chair rattled as he jerked against the restraints.
“By all accounts, you living real good offmymoney, my nigga,” I said, pulling off the brass knuckles and tossing them onto the ground.
“The issue I’m having is not that you got greedy. That’s to be expected.” I reached for the 9mm Beretta in my waistband. “My problem is that you think my brother and I are soft. And I really can’t have that.” I tapped his forehead with the barrel of the gun.
“Two questions before you die,” I continued, lifting his chin with the edge of the gun. His left eye was swollen shut, and his breathing had become ragged. “One, where’s my money? And two, who’s been helping you?”
“I ain’t—” Rahmel wheezed, blood dribbling from his mouth. “I ain’t no fucking snitch,” he choked out, coughing wetly.
“Tsk,” I sighed. “That’s unfortunate. Guess I’ll have to pull Toya out of that nice house you built. She and your son are gonna end up back in the hood with your cousins by the time I’m through with them.”
Rahmel’s head snapped up at the mention of his family. “They ain’t got shit to do with this!” he gritted.
“Oh, but they do.” I crouched again to meet his gaze. “‘Cause one way or another, I’m getting my lick back. So you can tell me where my shit is and who’s helping you, or I’ll make your baby mother regret ever fucking with your bitch ass. And you know I’m a man of my word, Rahmel.”
“Say, man, tell this long-winded motherfucker what he wants to know so we can kill you. I got shit to do.” Jelani interjected, grabbing Rahmel’s broken nose.
“FUCK!” Rahmel roared. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” He groaned and proceeded to rattle off the number of a storage locker at the airport and where to find the key. As for who helped him?
“Kyree.”
I glanced at Jelani, who was already walking off, phone in hand.
“Much appreciated. I’ll make sure to send Toya some bread for the funeral,” I said, taking the safety off the gun. “Unfortunately, it won’t be an open casket. When you see the devil, tell him I said ‘what’s up’.”
I let off two rounds in his head before he could utter any last words.
“Slim’s gonna get the money from the locker and take it to the safe house tonight. What you wanna do about Kyree?” Jelani asked, ending his call.
I exhaled slowly, my pulse still racing from the adrenaline coursing through me. It was tempting to handle Kyree tonight, but I knew better. There was something bigger happening, and Kyree would help me uncover it.
“I’ll have Nairobi deal with him,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the floor. The clean-up crew would get rid of it for me. “Have one of the young boys dump this nigga’s body on his cousin’s porch.”
Jelani’s eyes lifted in surprise. “That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, well,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “It’s time niggas remember who the fuck we are.”
CHAPTER2
JASMINE MILLER
I swear I’m blocking this nigga’s number as soon as he leaves tomorrow
Amber: Oh lord, it’s that bad?
He just asked for a strawberry Hennessy? What the fuck is that even?
“So,what are we getting into after this?” Gavin asked, pushing his barely touched plate away. “I’m trying to experience Atlanta nightlife before I leave tomorrow.”
“Wearen’t getting into anything,” I said. “I told you I have three back-to-back twelve-hour shifts; I need to rest. Don’t you have frat brothers out here? Call one of them.”
