“I can do that. But I’m killing Prince.”
I rolled my eyes and texted my men to come back in. Truthfully, I should’ve brought my brother Joel on this trip. But he would’ve sided with Cream. Once I saved Layloni, me and her were taking a girls’ trip far away from these hard-headed men.
Chapter Twenty-Two
King
Iwas stressed the hell out, and Rellianah wasn’t making this shit any easier. Honestly, I had been silently praying that Cream would drag her stubborn ass back home so I could handle everything myself and bring Layloni back safe. But Rellianah? She planted her feet like concrete. I couldn’t do shit but respect that.
I couldn’t even be mad at her for being pissed at me. Truth was, I was mad at myself for letting this whole situation spiral this damn far. My father would’ve never allowed shit to get out of control like this.
That realization sat heavy in my chest.
When all of this was over, I already knew one thing, I needed to stop playing games with my life. I was tired of moving reckless. Tired of treating relationships like they didn’t matter.
For the first time in a long time, I caught myself thinking about settling down… really settling down… with one woman.
And that woman was Layloni.
But even thinking that made me feel a little uneasy. Because I didn’t want my decision to be based on guilt or sympathy. Did I want her because I cared about her… or because I felt responsible for the hell she was going through?
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck while my thoughts ran wild. Another problem was, I didn’t know if I could actually walk away from the other women I kept on rotation. That was the ugly truth. The more I thought about it, the more it started to feel like my sudden urge for commitment came from guilt. And yeah… I could admit that shit. I had gotten used to way the things were in my life. I even grown content with the shit.
So I told myself that I just wanted Layloni safe. After that, we could figure out what we were to each other. Even if it meant just being friends.
That thought alone made my jaw tighten. Because being just friends with Layloni would be hard as hell… especially if she cut me off completely. She was a good ass woman with a good head attached to her shoulders. On top of that her pussy was fire. The thought of another nigga touching her or even getting a sniff of it made my rage boil.
Yeah… that selfish part of me couldn’t stomach that shit. I ran my hand down my face. I couldn’t help myself when it came to her. Guilt ate me alive thinking about the fact that I could’ve been moving on this situation weeks ago. Instead, I moved slow trying to calculate some shit. Now all I could think about was the damage she might’ve already taken.
I wondered if she was hurt, what she was thinking. This was the kind of trauma that changed people either for better or worse. Layloni was strong, no doubt about that. But even the strongest people broke eventually.
Another stubborn thought crossed my mind.
Why the hell didn’t she tell me she was going down south to see her mom? That part kept bothering me.
It was selfish as hell of her to disappear without telling anybody where she was going… especially knowing the situation she had with Glen and the money she stole from him. It wasreckless. Fucking stupid, I couldn’t understand how she fell for whatever trap that end up getting her ass snatched.
I made a mental note to ask her about that once I got her back.
If I got her back…
“So we going straight through the front door,” Khaos said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No hesitation. No questions asked. We knocking shit down.”
He stood in the middle of the hotel suite going over Rellianah’s last-minute plan while she paced back and forth across the living room like a caged animal. Since Cream left, she hadn’t stopped moving. Blunt after blunt. Shot after shot. She barely said anything besides the occasional instruction.
The tension rolling off her had everybody on edge. Except Cease. His fat ass was sprawled comfortably across the couch like we weren’t about to walk into a damn war zone. Dude was munching on a bag of hot fries, taking bites from a Snickers bar while texting on his phone like this was a damn lunch break.
That was just Cease though. If the nigga wasn’t eating something, he was complaining. Despite his nonchalance, he was probably the best shooter in the room.
Cease was smart, calm, and precise. When he pulled a trigger, somebody was dying. Him and Khaos already had entire states and overseas connections locked down. At a young age, both of them were already legends.
“That’s the plan,” Rellianah finally said, stopping her pacing. “I don’t give a fuck how messy it starts… it ends clean.” She took a slow pull from her blunt before continuing.
“We move at nine sharp. Anybody inside that house dies.” She clarified.
“King gets three minutes with his uncle. Ask whatever closure bullshit you need to ask… then kill him.” She flicked ash into the tray.
“If you don’t… I will.” Her eyes left mine to sweep the room.
