“Tell me how,” I spoke.
“Go to Los Angeles. I can’t go out there because of work. Just get out there first. I’ll get her address. They had to submit it to the courts. So you’ll keep an eye on the comings and goings. But don’t check into a hotel. I’ll arrange accommodations.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” Her voice hardened. “This is a partnership, not a charity. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Good. I’ll send you the details.”
The line went dead.
I sat there in the darkness, phone still pressed to my ear, my father’s blood still on my hands.
He wanted me to make Prime pay.
And I was going to.
With his mother’s help.
How poetic.
22
THAD
Mehar was a bad bitch and she had the innocence of a virgin. This bitch was naive as fuck and had only fucked her husband. She was as close to a virgin as I was gonna get in this crazy world. Most of these females was straight up hoes.
Hard to come by a bitch who ain’t been touched. And I wanted some of that innocent pussy. Walls that ain’t been worked before. I knew she was the one when I saw her at that bakery opening.
I hadn’t been coming around the Banks for years, but over the last year or so I was getting in good. My illegal activities were starting to catch up with me. Most of my boys have gotten arrested. Not me though. Because I was the one who had snitched on those niggas to save my ass.
When shit got too hot in Cali, I hopped on a plane and came on back home to DC. My cousins were makin’ major moves in the city. They had it a lil bit better than I did growin’ up.
Alex was my father’s big brother. But my pops ain’t have the same ambition. So he never got into the business. I had to find my own way. However, I want clean money now, so I came here to work with those niggas. So far, so good.
But Mehar. Yeah I saw that joint at the lil opening for Prime’s bitch, and she was lookin’ bad. I could tell by the look in her eye that she ain’t been fucked good before. I had to get a piece. I knew it was gonna be difficult, but I played my part to get in those panties.
She wasn’t all used up so it was worth it. Fancy restaurants, pretending like I gave a fuck about whatever was coming out of her pretty-ass mouth, oh and savin’ her lil life.
I paid my nigga Redz to run up on her. For $500, he let me beat his ass so that I could look like the hero of the fuckin’ year. And that night, I got to crack. She rode me like a pro, which had me side eyein’ her a bit. Bitch said she ain’t fucked since her ex-husband—why was she so damn good though?
It had been about a week and she was ridin’ me nightly. I was gettin’ all I could out of the situation before I had to cut her loose. Soon, my baby mother was moving out here and I was gonna double down and commit to her. But for now, I wanted Mehar on my dick.
I watched her sleep.
She looked peaceful. Innocent. Her hair was spread across my pillow, her lips slightly parted, one hand tucked under her cheek like a little kid. The sheet had slipped down, showing off the curve of her hip, the smooth brown skin I’d been all over last night.
Pretty little thing. Too bad she was so stupid.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it before it could wake her up.
Redz.
I slipped out of bed and walked to the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me.
“What?” I answered.
