“I miss the fuck out of it. It was for the best that I got from over here. Especially how things are going right now.”
Whodie checked his mirrors before he got out and came to open my door. His gun was already drawn as he walked behind me. Once that house was cleared, we were approached by a fiend.
“Adore, we miss you, girl. You look good.” Then the scratching started, and I knew that was going to trigger Whodie.
“Stay up,” I told them.
“Aye, you had someone over at yo’ old house looking in the windows,” they added, before walking off.
“Aye, you remember what they look like?” Whodie asked.
“Face was covered.” He shrugged and continued walking off.
Neither of us said anything. Just went to the next stop. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw the door open and no one on guard.
“Stay right here,” Whodie said.
“Fuck no!” I snatched the door open.
“Gawd damn, Adore. You hardheaded as fuck.”
As soon as we walked in, bodies everywhere. Cash was everywhere. I stepped over the bodies, went to the back, and noticed all the pills were gone. My safe was still sitting there. When I opened it, money was still stacked in that bitch. Whodie stood behind me.
“They took the product and no money. This shit is personal.”
Whodie grabbed all the duffel bags and stuffed them with the money. He threw one at me.
“Empty the safe. We gotta move quick ‘cause we don’t kno’ where the fuck they at or if this mystery bitch comin’ back.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were throwing the bags in the trunk. My heart was racing as I sat in the passenger seat. Whodie got back out of the car and popped his trunk. He walked from the back with a gas can and started dashing the house with gas. Hewalked to the back and came back with an empty can. Then he set the house on fire, hopped in the car, and peeled off.
“Who the fuck leaves money and takes the product?” I paced the floor, trying to wrap my mind around it.
“Somebody that knows this operation. You say that nigga Sosa taught you everything you kno’, right? Is that nigga really dead?” Whodie asked.
He knew Sosa was still a sensitive topic. How dare he question me about a nigga that I knew was dead?
“Whodie, why the fuck would you ask me that? You know that fuck nigga dead.”
“I’m just sayin’ it’s mighty strange you never tailored yo’ shit to fit you like I asked. You kept the shit just like he had it, and now shit goin’ missin’. You sure you don’t kno’ who the fuck pulled up on me the other night?” He stared at me.
“Fuck is you saying?” I got in his face.
“I tell you what. I’m goin’ to my condo tonight. Don’t open the fuckin’ door for nobody and don’t leave this muthafuckin’ house.”
“How dare you tell me what the fuck to do, and you’re leaving?”
“I’m leavin’ so I can think clearly. Some shit is off, and I can’t think ‘round you right now. In the meantime, be thinkin’ of another way to move this shit ‘round. ‘Cause if I do it, it’s gonna move how I want it to. We both kno’ you like to be in control,” he said before walking out the door.
There was only one person I could call. I had questions that only his ass could answer.
“Fuck you calling me for when I’m trying to lay up with my wife,” Hollow fussed.
“Quick question.”
“Talk, shit!”
“Do you think Sosa faked his death to get out of that FED shit? I mean…” I rambled. “Do you think he’s dead? I had a spot hit today. No money touched, but they took all the product out of there and left me with three bodies. Then a fiend told me someone was lurking around our old house. Looking in the windows and shit.”
