I looked at him intently then let out a cocky laugh. This muthafucker had to be getting a contact high ’cause he was talking extremely stupid.
“Yo, I don’t know if you really believe that or if you just trying to play hard, but let’s look at the facts. Your fat ass is standing here in front of me unarmed. Me, on the other hand, I have a full clip, and I don’t like your fat ass. How you think this shit is about to play out?” A smirk spread across my face as his ass started sweating.
“You really think you can kill me and get away with it? And it doesn’t matter if you do or not because you’re still going to prison. All of you. After we take down Prescott, you’re right behind him. Willis set it all up.”
Willis? Did this muthafucker say Willis? She acted like she didn’t have shit to do with it, now he was pinning it on her.
Now he wore a smug grin. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you? I bet she told you she didn’t have shit to do with it. Well, she lied. She’s the main one pushing this entire thing. Willis wants Prescott more than anyone. She’s the one who secured the deal to get Story out of prison, had you and Robertson followed, and even more than that, benefits the most from all of this. If she takes down Prescott, she’s guaranteed a position as director. First female director in New York. This shit is personal for her. It’s about her career. It don’t mean shit to me. Trust me, I wouldn’t mind seeing all of you go down, but I don’t really gain shit from it because she’ll take all the credit.”
Listening to Rogers talk about Willis and her agenda had my head all fucked up. How had I missed that shit? How had I let her play me like she wasn’t a major player in this entire thing? Fuck!
“Nah, I’m not worried about Willis. She’s next on my list, but this right here is about you.” I got my shit together and focused on the matter at hand.
“I can’t really do anything about that, but just know she’s playing you. She needs Sophie to make all this work and she knows that. Instead of focusing on me, you should be protecting her. I bet Lewis is already on her way to get her. You and Sinclair have the same weakness, if you haven’t already figured that out.”
I stood and adjusted my jeans before I looked him in the eyes again. “I appreciate your concern, but Sophie’s good.”
“You sure about that?” he asked, looking right into my eyes.
“Yeah, muthafucker, I’m sure, but I’m curious. Why the fuck you having confession hour with me and you know you’re about to die?”
“Because if I’m to die, I want to make sure that bitch dies too. She’s the reason you’re here.”
That made sense, but if it were me, I still would have died with some dignity. Not snitch like a little bitch. Oh well, to each his own.
Raising my gun, I aimed it at his head. I saw Rogers brace himself for what was coming next. He said one last thing just as I pulled the trigger and a bullet pierced his skull.
“She knows where…”
What the fuck that meant, I had no idea, but it was too late for him to tell me. I left out the back, the same way I’d come in, and shot Clive a text with Rogers’s address. He sent back done and I called Sophie.
All that shit Rogers was talking had me questioning things and I needed to hear her voice to know that she was good.
“Hey, baby,” she sang into the phone.
Her voice brought a smile to my face. Not only was she good, but she was happy.
“Damn, you giddy as fuck, baby girl.”
“I shouldn’t be after you hung up on me earlier, but we miss you, so you get a pass.”
“I didn’t exactly hang up. I told you I had to go and your ass kept talking. But what do you mean, we?” I questioned.
“We, your baby and I miss you.” I could already see the big goofy ass grin plastered all over her face.
“Word, that’s what’s up. You good, though?”
“Nope, I’m miserable, but I’m counting down. You’re coming to get us this weekend, right?”
My hand moved down my face and I exhaled before answering. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about that. Prescott and his son were still alive, and now Rogers had me thinking after his confession about Willis. I needed to pay her a visit and find out what was really up. Not that I even cared because she was gon’ die too.
“Hopefully, yes, but I don’t want to lie to you, Sophie.”
She was quiet, which let me know she wasn’t feeling my answer.
“Baby, I’m doing everything I can. I just can’t bring you back until I know everything is good. Can you trust me on that?”
“I do. I’m just ready to come home. I miss you.”
