“I mean all of it,” he said, turning back to face me from inside the bedroom. His dark eyes held mine, and I could see the hunger, the possession, and the thing he wasn’t saying out loud. “You. Me. Us. That’s what we built, and that’s what I’ll forever hold on to.”
CHAPTER 16
Over the next two weeks, we hit Rich nonstop.
Trap houses got robbed before sunrise. Drug shipments disappeared from the highway. Money runners were going missing with entire duffel bags full of cash. Every spot Rich rebuilt after Booda and my disappearance slowly began to fall apart again, and the city felt it.
So did Rich.
By the time we found his biggest spot on the west side, paranoia had already started eating him alive. I heard he was really looking for me now, so I figured there wasn’t a better time to pay him a visit than the present.
Our black trucks rolled to a stop a block away from the house with the headlights off.
Rainwater from earlier still glistened across the pavement while music thumped faintly from somewhere inside the neighborhood.
The west side trap looked nothing like the abandoned spots Rich usually worked out of. This place was tucked behind irongates inside one of the nicer subdivisions in the city. The house was huge, the driveway was full of luxury cars, and everything about the property screamed money.
I climbed out first with Karma and Pressure already in my hands while the others moved around the trucks, loading rifles and checking clips. Everyone was quiet as they worked. There wasn’t shit left to say.
Booda walked beside me as we crossed the street toward the property while Twan and two other soldiers circled toward the back.
The gate wasn’t locked, which let me know how comfortable Rich had gotten. I pushed it open, and all six of us slipped inside.
Music vibrated more strongly the closer we got to the house. Somebody laughed from somewhere on the right before the front door opened.
A man stepped out holding a drink, and the second he saw us, his entire body locked up.
Before he could yell for help, Karma barked, and the Desert Eagle kicked hard against my palm. The bullet ripped through his face and sent him crashing backward through the doorway.
Then all hell broke loose.
Gunfire exploded from inside the house almost immediately. Bullets tore through the walls, shattered the front windows, and sparked against the iron gate while my soldiers returned fire from both sides of the yard.
“Move!” I shouted.
We stormed the house together.
Glass crunched beneath my boots the second I stepped inside. Smoke swallowed the living room while people screamed and scrambled in every direction. Somebody overturned a table trying to run, and another man popped up near the staircase with an assault rifle already raised.
Pressure barked twice.
Booda opened up beside me at the same time, and the man’s body jerked violently before flying backward across the banister.
Another shooter burst out of the kitchen doorway, spraying bullets wildly.
Twan caught him in the neck before I finished putting two more in him anyway.
The house erupted into complete chaos after that.
Niggas started running from every direction. One jumped over the couch trying to reach the hallway, but I caught him before he made it two steps. Karma thundered again, and blood splattered across the wall behind him.
Another one appeared near the dining room with a handgun.
Booda hit him first.
I finished him second.
Bullets ripped through the drywall above my head, forcing me behind the living room wall while pieces of plaster exploded across my shoulders and hair.
