I handled his phone the same way I handled his wife’s. It was quick, clean, and quiet, leaving everything exactly how I found it so there wasn’t a single sign I had been in this room at all.
Once I had what I needed, I put everything back and made my way out the same way I came in, not rushing, or hesitating, but just moving like I belonged.
By the time I stepped back outside, everything looked the same at first glance, like nothing had changed. But as I started moving toward the gate, I heard a voice behind me.
“Yo.”
I turned, and another guard was looking at me.
“You heading out?”
I nodded like it was nothing. “Yeah. Mr. Lennox wants me to check the back perimeter. Motion sensor flagged something earlier and he wants it cleared before shift change.”
The guard nodded, not even questioning it. “Bet. Be safe.”
I gave him a small look and turned back, walking off the property like it was just another part of the job.
I didn’t pick up speed until I was a good distance away, and even then, it wasn’t much. It was just enough to put space between me and that damn house before anything had a chance to catch up.
I lit another cigarette while I walked, letting the night air hit me while everything I just did settled in.
About a mile out, headlights cut through the dark, and a black car rolled up beside me.
The window dropped, and Renza leaned over with a grin. “Get yo’ crazy white ass in the car.”
I smirked, flicked the cigarette, and slid into the passenger seat.
He looked at me, still grinning. “Damn… you really went in that bitch.”
I reached over and shook his hand, letting that same calm sit in me.
“I told you,” I said, leaning back like it was nothing. “Say less.”
He laughed, hit the gas, and we pulled off into the night like none of this shit ever happened.
A few nights later…
The club was jumpin’ like a muthafucka but I wasn’t here for all that shit.
Me and Kelli was posted up in the section like we had all night, drinks on the table, music loud as hell and bodies movin’ everywhere, and not a single part of me distracted from what we really came to do.
The lights kept flashin’ across the room in different colors, hittin’ faces, chains, glasses, and skin, and the bass from the speakers kept thumpin’ through the floor like a heartbeat that never slowed down.
I had my eyes on Kush bitch ass the whole time.
A few nights ago, Kelli had cracked open some shit that changed everything.
The nigga really slipped inside Roderick house on some James Bond shit, like it was nothin’ and came out with more than just information. He had both Roderick and his wife phones cloned to some burner phones, so every text that came through, every call, every move they made, it all went straight to him.
And what we saw on them messages… that shit spoke for itself.
Roderick wasn’t just behind the scenes pullin’ strings like we already knew. That nigga gave direct orders. He told his nephew exactly what to do, how to do it, and promised he was gon’ clean it up after. He really put in a text for that nigga to get in, get out, shoot Kay’Lo, and don’t worry about shit else.
Only thing is… it ain’t go how he planned.
Uncle Kwame stepped in, and now instead of Kay’Lo laid out, it was him.
Kelli showed us everything, from the messages before the shootin’ to the ones after when Kush got locked up and bailed out. Roderick was in them texts talkin’ reckless, callin’ that nigga sloppy and pissed off ’cause now he had to clean up a mess that wasn’t supposed to exist in the first place.
