After I told my mother everything, I went to her backyard, behind the shed, with a shovel. After two years, I was finally digging up the money from a lick Coast had hit a few years back and buried it.
“If I ever die, this all yours. Momma gon’ be straight so this for you,” he told me when he tossed the last of the dirt on top of the money.
“Don’t talk about you dying. I don’t ever want to dig this up.”
Now here I was, pulling three million that was still wrapped in plastic from a seven-foot hole. I cried as I pulled the money from the dirt, tossing it into the luggage I got from my mother.
“It’s time to go get your niece so you can drive to Prince Valley tonight,” Tory told me.
I rushed to secure the money and then left for Prince Valley.
When we got back, I didn’t want to mope in the room, so we cooked and made drinks while watching her daughter entertain us. I needed to be surrounded by love and calm vibes. I had a frozen strawberry margarita with extra shots in it.
After her daughter settled down, we sat quietly in the backyard as we listened to R&B over a blunt. I looked at pictures on my phone that I’d taken with Mula in Vegas. It had been ages since I’d smiled and had a good time.
We talked about taking more trips and going back to Vegas often. Now, he was gone, and I didn’t know for how long. I held back tears and closed my phone because looking at him was painful. Solace was tired, so she found a room for her and her daughter in the house, and I went to mine.
I opened the luggage and looked at the money. I was going to slowly deposit it and spend it since it was dirty money. I had a few things in mind I wanted to do fashion-wise to keep me occupied.
As I finally drifted to sleep at two in the morning, I prayed that Mula would come back soon so we could go back to Sable Cove. That was if we were able to.
REVENGE
The shit Hurricanerevealed in his letter had me on demon time. I was glad he finally confessed, but it pissed me off, too. After a few good days with Yummi, I was back in the mud. Just when I thought I could walk away from the bullshit for awhile, Hurricane pulled me right back in. I promised myself this was the last time anyone would make me step out of character.
Taking a nigga out of his misery was easy, but I never liked being a killer. That shit drained me mentally. After I did what I had to do, I needed to get away. I didn’t want Yummi dealing with the aftermath of my demons like Hurricane had her doing. She was too soft, no matter how hard she tried to be. I was gonna clear my mind before I got back to us.
It was four in the afternoon, and I was on a day hunt. I didn’t give a fuck about waiting until nightfall. I had two hours before my flight, so I needed to move quick. Hurricane claimed he wasn’t hiding, but it took him two days to show up at his house. That told me everything.
I sat a couple of houses down from his spot with Tory behind the wheel. We were in my Bentley truck—it was bulletproof, just in case. When I saw him pull up and go inside, I had Tory park in his driveway, right behind the cars scattered out like a damn car show.
“You sure you don’t want me to go in there with you?” Tory asked as I got out of the car.
“Nah, this is personal. I’m good. I’ll handle this fast, though. Just take me to the airport after.” I stepped out with my heat tucked.
I used the keys I took from Yummi to let myself in. The door opened easily, and the smell of Za hit me right away. The house was humid and stale with old smoke. I walked through the foyer until I made it to the living room, where it was cooler. That’s when I spotted Hurricane, sitting on the couch with a tray of dope on his lap, getting ready to do a line.
I’d always known he was on drugs. I’d seen him overdose more times than I cared to remember. Hell, I kept Narcan around for him ‘cause this nigga was reckless.
I felt the breeze on my arms from the open balcony window. The curtains swayed. Something about the atmosphere had me on alert, but I kept my eyes locked on him.
“I turned off all the cameras because I knew you were coming,” Hurricane muttered, looking up at me. “Coast is here, too. He wants to watch whatever you’re about to do. He’s the reason I confessed... wanted me to kill myself. But you told me to stand on my shit, so here I am.”
He glanced at the open balcony door, then down at the tray. He took a line.
“Them drugs always been your problem,” I said flatly. “What happened to not getting high on your own supply?”
“Everybody can’t ignore their demons like you do, my nigga. You take shit on the chin. I don’t.” He sniffled and wiped his nose.
“You’re a coward,” I growled with clenched teeth. “That’s why you had Coast taken out.”
“I told you in the letter why I did it,” he shot back, standing up from the couch. “All this shit was a competition, and you won. You came to take me out. Do what you gotta do.”
I lifted my gun and watched the sweat bead on his forehead. I never thought I’d have to take out one of my own, but this moment told me nobody was really loyal. Not even family. Not even him.
I walked up to him, pressing the barrel to his head. He didn’t flinch. He stared me down with those dead eyes.
Then, I pulled the trigger.
