Thirty-five minutes later, he pulled into an apartment complex that looked regular as hell, like the type of place nobody paid attention to unless they had a reason to be there.
“This him,” I said, watchin’ him park.
Kelli cut the headlights and eased the car in a spot where we could see everything without bein’ seen.
We sat there for a second, just watchin’ this nigga get out and start toward his buildin’, with his keys in his hand and his steps a lil’ slower now that the night was catchin’ up to him.
I opened my door without rushin’. “I got him.”
Kelli ain’t argue. He just nodded like he already knew how this was gon’ go.
I stepped out and closed the door quiet, lettin’ it click without drawin’ attention, then started walkin’ behind Kush like I lived here too.
My pace wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t slow either. It was enough to close the distance without lookin’ like I was doin’ it on purpose, my footsteps fallin’ in rhythm with his. And he felt that shit too.
I could see it in the way his shoulders shifted, and the way his head tilted like he was tryna listen without turnin’ around.
That instinct kicked in for him, but it was already too late for this hoe ass nigga.
Before he could react, I stepped in and wrapped my arm around his neck, lockin’ it in tight from behind.
“Sleep, nigga,” I muttered low in his ear.
He panicked immediately, his hands shootin’ up, tryna grab at my arm, tryna pull it off, but I had him locked in the right way. His body jerked with his feet shufflin’ against the pavement as he tried to stay up, but I squeezed tighter, cuttin’ all his shit off.
“Yeah… relax bitch,” I said, keepin’ my voice low and calm while he fought it. “Go to sleep.”
His strength faded faster than he expected. I felt it in the way his movements got weaker, the way his hands dropped, and within seconds, his body went heavy in my arms.
I held him up for a second longer just to make sure, then eased him down.
Kelli was already movin’ by the time I looked up, comin’ around the car with a cigarette between his lips.
“You good?” he asked.
I nodded. “He out.”
We grabbed him together, one on each side, and moved him quick without drawin’ attention, gettin’ him to the trunk and liftin’ him in like he was just another bag.
The trunk shut with a soft click, and for a second, everything went quiet again.
I looked over at Kelli and let a small grin pull at my mouth. “Yeah… it’s that type of night.”
He smirked back at me, already movin’ toward the driver’s side.
I slid into the passenger seat, and as he pulled off, I leaned back and looked ahead, already knowin’ this was just the beginning.
We wasn’t done with this nigga…
After snatchin’ this nigga up and throwin’ him in the trunk I had his ass held up at what I liked to call my Chop Shop.
The Chop Shop sat underground, tucked away from everything else like it ain’t even belong to the world everybody else was livin’ in, and that was exactly how I needed it.
You couldn’t just stumble across this shit either, and even if you did, you wouldn’t understand what it really was until it was too late. This wasn’t no torture room for show or some sloppy ass setup where niggas just brought problems to make noise. This was where shit got handled and everything in this space existed for a reason.
The air down here stayed cool but heavy at the same time, like the walls had soaked all the dead bodies I brought here.
The concrete floors was smooth but built with drains that made cleanup easy. The metal tables sat off to the side and gave me room to move without thinkin’ too hard about where I was steppin’.
