“Nah, not yet. But the niggas I got looking for him know what to do. As soon as they get eyes on him, it’s a wrap.”
“You really think he had something to do with this?”
“Hell yeah, and for his sake, Skye better be in pristine fucking condition. Otherwise, the cops won’t be able to recognizehisbody either.”
Shade cleared his throat. “Speaking of that, Nyx knows about Eli.”
I didn’t flinch.
My dark eyes locked forward. “Yeah? And how did that happen?”
I was asking, even though I already knew the answer. Nyx had my brother locked in so deep that he would tell her anything.
“We were together when she got the alert. I didn’t give much of a response when she told me about it. But you know the deal.I’m not good at faking shit. I will say, I think you threw Trace for a loop, though.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, scrolling through my phone. “Why you say that? Killing that fool was always part of the plan.”
“Yeah, but you know how Trace is. He just wanted to put a bullet in his brain and call it a day.”
“Nah, that shit wasn’t enough. He needed to know exactly what it was like to be left for dead.”
Granted, I probably went a little overboard. But what could I say? I got a kick out of holding that nigga hostage and pistol-whipping his ass until his mama couldn’t recognize him.
I nodded toward the building. “How did Nyx take the news?”
Shade sighed. “She wasn’t thrilled. But we haven’t had a chance to really talk about it. We got the call about Skye right after she saw the blog.”
“Oh okay.”
Silence filled the air.
I looked up from my phone, quickly noticing the worry lingering on my brother’s face. Although I knew he wasn’t tripping about what we’d done, I also knew he didn’t want to hurt Nyx.
“Yo, don’t let that shit creep into your head. Nyx knows what we went through after that fool hit Jassi. She might need some time to process it, but she’ll understand eventually.”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah. She’s a smart woman. Granted, she probably didn’t realize she was getting involved with a killer?—”
“Hold up, I didn’t kill his ass. That was all you. I left, then came back to the spot and Eli’s face was caved in like it had been crushed against concrete.”
“It’s all good.” I smirked, pleased with the memory. “You didn’t need to witness that shit anyway. It was gruesome.”
Shade tilted his head. “There’s something wrong with you, you know that, right?”
“Ain’t shit wrong with me. Niggas just don’t need to fuck with my blood.”
“Or your girl, huh?”
I waved him off. “Don’t start with that bullshit.”
“Doesn’t sound like bullshit to me. What were you doing at her crib anyway?”
I frowned, wondering why he thought my whereabouts were any of his business. “And why does that matter to you?”
“It doesn’t.”
“Good. I’m glad we got that established. Now, focus on making some phone calls to find out where the hell Mecca is.”
