“Nah,” Khaos said seriously. “Rellianah stick to the script. She ain’t that crazy.”
Cease shook his head.
“Nigga it’s a bet.”He grinned.
“She ain’t shot nobody in a minute. Thinking about this shit probably got her pussy wet.” Cease chuckled.
Khaos laughed.
“You wild for that… but bet. I want my money. You don’t pay up, I’ll tell that nigga Cream you’ve been imagining his wife’s pussy being wet.” Khaos warned.
He stood up first and we all followed him toward the door. Poor Kyle stayed behind to babysit the devil.
It was eight-thirty on the dot. We sat around the corner from Prince’s estate seven cars deep with armed men, waiting on Rellianah’s order. I looked over at Rellianah and found it quite comical how she looked. She rocked some sort of all-black cat suite with a bulletproof vest strapped tight on the outside of her outfit. Two long Indian braids hung down to her waist with a black bandana tied to her head. She smoked on a blunt then passed it to Cease, as she fixed her leather gloves.
She pulled a big AR-15 riffle into her lap, screwed on the silent buffer as her gray eyes looked up at me with excitement. I couldn’t do nothing but shake my damn head. When I looked at my watch, the time said eight-fifty. My stomach tightened; I didn’t know how this shit was going to go. We really didn’t plan this shit out thoroughly; we were coming to take and kill.Rellianah said something on the walkie talkie she had, then threw it down on the floor. The trucks started to move and I knew it was action time.
When we pulled onto Prince’s street and got outside of his huge estate, he had security up the ass like I expected. I made sure my pistols were loaded and ready to go. Rellianah threw some black paint all over her face and hopped out first, making us all go into action.
She let her gun talk first, as all of her men tried their best to cover her. The two men at the gate were dead within seconds as she typed in a code, ready to go to war with the other armed men behind the gate. Cease chuckled and rubbed his fingers together before speaking.
“Khaos, I told yo bitch ass she would shoot first; I want my twenty racks Blood.”
“Shut yo fat ass up and focus,” Khaos spat as we ran in the gate, taking down anything moving.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Layloni
Ilaid on my cot waiting for Shadonna to go over some sort of plan to escape. I was ready to get over my emotions and get back to the business I worked so hard to acquire. I needed a real doctor and a real bath. I was tired of being super depressed and feeling so lost. Hearing the door open thinking it was Shadonna, my stomach turned when I saw Prince’s evil ass walking in with a smirk on his face.
“How you doing today young lady?”
His eyebrows raised, as he stepped more into the room until he was standing over me. He never really came in here so, today, I was wondering what the hell he could possibly want.
“I see the maids got you looking back good, minus the scars. I didn’t smell you when I walked in, but you can smell even better.”
He smiled. Him and King genes were strong, too strong, it made me feel like I could never view King the same.
“I want you to come upstairs and take a thorough shower. I have company visiting me at midnight and I’m sure they would love to have a little fun… consider this the first start to the debt.”
I felt sick all of a sudden and dizzy. My mind was moving faster than I could handle, as I thought of different things thatwas going to happen to me. He nodded his head, and I took it as his own communication for me to stand. I struggled with the pain with every move I made, but I got to my feet. I felt myself shaking, as he let out an amused chuckle.
“I don’t bite. I’m going to take really good care of you, Layloni.”
I swallowed my fear and followed behind him, forcing my feet to move even though every step felt like it dragged fire through my body. Weeks of pain had settled deep in my bones, and all I could think about was how good of a hot shower would feel against my skin. Maybe it would ease some of the damage I had taken.
I was almost certain my body had started healing itself slowly, piece by piece. Still, every movement reminded me how fragile I really was.
Halfway down the hallway my bladder suddenly felt heavy again, like a weight pressing down inside me. Nausea rolled through my stomach right behind it. I fought both urges, clenching my muscles tight to keep from peeing or throwing up right there on the floor behind Prince. I didn’t want to piss him off.
Lately I had been peeing constantly. It felt like something was sitting right on top of my bladder twenty-four seven. If I made it out of this house alive, the very first thing I was doing was seeing a real doctor. I was convinced I had one of the worst bladder infections in the world.
When we stepped out of the room I’d been locked in, I struggled up the staircase behind him. My legs trembled with each step until we finally reached what looked like a massive family room.
That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t just in some regular house. I was inside of amansion. This place was beautiful. Everything around me was white, pure white walls, white marble floors,trimmed with rich gold lining. Gold statues of exotic animals were placed around the room like decorations in a museum. Lions. Panthers. Birds with wings stretched wide.
For a second, I almost forgot where I was. We reached an elevator and relief washed over me. My legs were too weak to handle another staircase.
