“Yeah?”
“I went to get breakfast, and when I came back, he was in her room rambling about how he loved her and waving a gun in the air.”
“Shut the fuck up. You said that muthafucker was crazy. What you do?”
“I beat his ass, then snapped his neck after I made Sophie leave.”
“She saw you whoop his ass?” I asked with raised brows.
“It was either that or watch me shoot his ass.”
“So what now?”
“They’re cutting his ass up. We have to get him out of here somehow and it will look suspect as hell if they walk his ass through the lobby in a big ass duffle bag.”
“The fuck you call me for? I can’t help you. Who you call, Charlie?”
Trooper laughed. “Yeah, damn, I know you can’t help. You just here for moral support. Ain’t that what friends are for?”
I cocked my head to the side and looked at his ass like he was crazy. “Hell nah, it ain’t, not when you do shit like that at a placelike this. I bet her neighbors are nosy as fuck. They probably calling the cops right now.”
Trooper laughed and walked away to enter the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with two beers and handed me one.
“You’re my people, Los, who the fuck else supposed to wait this shit out with me?”
“You know you ain’t shit, right?” I shook my head and left him to head to the living room. Trooper followed and turned on the TV while he chilled and waited for Charlie and the team to finish handling their business.
Two six packs later, I was tipsy as hell when Charlie came out followed by two of his guys. They were all wearing backpacks. Nothing special, just regular sized leather backpacks.
“What up, Charlie?” I said, offering him a nod.
Trooper stood and walked over to him.
“What’s good, Los? When you get here?” Charlie asked.
“A few hours ago. Y’all done?”
“Yeah, we’re done.” Charlie grinned and looked at Trooper.
Charlie was a goofy ass white dude, but he was smart as shit and dressed fly as hell. Like right now, his clothes alone were probably worth five grand, yet he looked clean as fuck. Why the hell he wore that nice ass shit to come chop up a body was beyond me, but he was always fresh. They wore plastic suits when they handled things like this, so he knew what the hell he was doing.
“So, where’s the body? You got him in a suitcase?” Trooper asked, and I waited for the answer, curious about what he would say.
“Nope, right here.” Charlie patted his back then glanced at his two men.
“Yo, you chopped his ass up and fit him in backpacks? How the hell you do that and why the fuck isn’t it all over the place?” I asked, looking at him like he was crazy.
“We drained the body in the tub and the packs are lined. It’s easy if you know what you’re doing.”
“Yo, I don’t even want to know how the hell you made that happen.” Trooper’s hand moved down his face and Charlie laughed.
Putting a bullet in someone ain’t have shit on chopping up a body. He could keep that shit.
“I will send a cleaning crew in the morning to handle the place. It’s good for now to anyone who doesn’t know what they’re looking for. I’ll take care of the rest tomorrow,” Charlie said like it wasn’t anything. He was on his shit, so if he said he had it handled? He had it handled.
“Aight, I might not be here, but use this to get in and hit me up when you’re done.”
Charlie nodded and signaled for his men to move. They made their way toward the elevator. “My team will look like a normal cleaning crew as usual. No one will suspect a thing,” he said as soon as the doors opened.
