Frog looked at his niggas. “We can find them.”
That was all I needed to hear.
After that, everybody started mobbing different. No jokes, no sleepy shit. Them niggas had energy. We all got changed and grabbed what we needed. The truck was already filled with the guns that we needed.
The sun was starting to come up when we left back out. We hopped in the car, and I drove to Love’s store. I parked to the side where I could see the door, and we waited.
Them niggas talked to each other while I sat quiet, eyes glued to the door, watching his staff come and unlock the door. Someother people went in after that, but I never saw him. His car never pulled up.
That shit was getting under my skin.
“Where the fuck did that nigga live?” I said to myself.
I knew it was a penthouse, but I couldn’t remember where it was at.
“I need to get to that nigga tonight!” I said, irritated. “I forgot where the fuckin house was!”
The car went silent. All you heard was their phones ding. I sat there feeling a lil’ defeated. I felt that nigga neck in my hands, already saw myself shooting him in my head, but I couldn’t get to him.
The Spy blurted out. “I think I got something.”
I turned around and looked at him.
“What?”
He turned his phone and showed me a post from some bitch online saying that’s where he lived.
Carlos leaned in, looking at the screen.
“That looks like something that nigga would live in,” Carlos added.
“That is, it,” I said as I started the car and pulled off.
It took a lil’ bit of time to get across town. But when we pulled up to the building, we walked through the parking lot as if we belonged there.
That’s how you gotta move in places like that.
Lobby security didn’t even stop us.
We hopped in the elevator and rode it to the top floor. When the doors opened, we stepped out and walked down the hall slow.
We all stopped in front of the door and looked at me.
“Kick it in,” I said low.
Carlos looked at me. “Are you sure?”
I sucked my teeth. “Nigga don’t ask me no shit like that again! Kick the fuckin door in!”
Carlos shook his head and did what I said, and with one hit, the door was open.
We all pulled out our guns and walked in slowly. But when we got around the corner, the place was cleaned out.
I put my gun down and walked up the hall. Both rooms were empty.
That’s when I felt it.
Heat, anger.
