“Damn. I don’t usually do this,” I said, “but you got a smile that had me forgetting how to walk straight for a second. What’s your name?”
“Brit,” she said, smiling back easy, no hesitation in it at all.
We stood there a few minutes, me keeping it smooth. The way she immediately jumped into a conversation with me, that let me know that her ass was for sure interested. I made small talk asking where she’d just come from, complimenting shit I ain’t actually care nothing about. She was biting faster than she should’ve been for a stranger. Told me she’d just moved recently but she was from the other side of town. She was feeling me and I could tell by how she just kept running her mouth, not wanting the conversation to end.
I made a mental note of everything she was saying without letting it show on my face.
“Let me take you to get something to eat so we can finish talking,” I said. “No pressure. Just conversation.”
She thought about it for a second, probably thinking about whoever she had waiting on her somewhere.
“You don’t think this moving a little fast? We just met.” She blushed but kept eye contact.
“Damn beautiful. I asked you to let me feed you, not marry you. Well, not today anyway. We can save that for later, after we have a real date or two.”
“Oh yeah? That’s what you on? What’s your name Mr. Dream seller. You not gone make me believe that you just single and don’t have hella women who think you belong to them.” She joked and I had to think of a lie fast.
“My name is Kyle, and I ain’t selling you no dreams. I honestly don’t believe we bumped into one another by mistake and I don’t wanna let you walk out my life when you could be my whole future. If I fumble this, I’ll never forgive myself. But shit, what about you? You beautiful as fuck. I know you got a nigga at home?” I pretended to really be interested and all this talking was starting to wear me down. I wasn’t with all that, but again, I had to play my part.
We exchanged a few more words and she bought the lies I’d just sold her. That right there was the mistake I needed her to make.
I told her my car was parked down the street, offered to walk her to it. She followed easy, still smiling, still comfortable, still not knowing she was walking herself into something she wasn’t walking back out of on her own terms.
Soon as we got down further, out of sight from the main street, I had her. She saw my G-Wagon with the dark tinted windows and immediately she was on some thirsty shit.
I popped the locks and she immediately went to jump in, not knowing that this was the worst mistake she probably could have made. This hoe was reckless and was on go. I was a random nigga and all I had to do was sell her ten minutes of lies to get her to come with me. I really blame her momma. These women need to teach their daughters the seriousness of trusting strangers. These niggas out here could be killers, like me.
Just as she sat down in the seat, my young nigga that was hiding in the back, leaned forward and started choking her ass out until she damn near passed out. That’s another lesson, always check the backseat when getting in a stranger car. Don’t sit down and get comfortable.
After tussling with the bitch for a few minutes, we had her in the backseat, zip tied, mouth taped, in just minutes.
My guy handled his business, then casually walked over to his car as if nothing had even happened. He pulled off slow and steady, no rush, no attention drawn to us, and I followed him.
I drove steady while looking at her through my mirror, tied up and laying across the seat. I saw her chest rise and fall hard behind that tape, her eyes wide and wet, finally understanding what kind of man had just walked up on her outside that shop. That’s why women need to be more cautious. Some niggas just don’t have good intentions.
“You gone be fine,” I told her, my voice flat now, all that charm from earlier gone cold. “Long as you tell me exactly whereDemontae Sullivan is hiding. You do that, this can go easy for you. You don’t, it won’t.”
We got her to one of our spots on the east side, a trap house that we no longer ran out of and it ain’t have nothing tied back to the Carter name. I pulled that tape off her mouth myself once we got her inside.
She started crying right away, talking fast, telling me she ain’t know nothing, begging me to let her go, saying she just did hair for a living, took care of her son and never caused trouble, and ain’t want no parts of whatever this was.
I let her get it all out. Then I leaned down close enough that she had no choice but to look me dead in my eyes.
“Your man is the leader of Brick Boyz,” I said, slow, letting every word sit. “He put a hit on my life and that’s not something I can let slide. The nigga killed people that were close to my family. So forgive me if I don’t believe you just some innocent hairdresser caught up in a bad situation you had nothing to do with. I really don’t give a fuck. That nigga gotta pay, or you gone pay for him.”
She shook her head hard, tears running steady now. When I revealed what had been done to me, her face changed like she may have known who I was or what had been going on.
“I ain’t with Demon like that,” she said, voice cracking. We just co-parenting and I never get in his mix when it comes to shit like this. I know nothing about the streets.” She cried.
“I can find out anything I want to,” I told her, keeping my voice level, no need to raise it. “You understand that, right? Whatever you think you protecting by keeping your mouth shut, I can undo it anyway. I can find your child just as easy as I found you. Andif you don’t start talking, I promise you, you won’t ever see that little boy again.”
That’s when she really started shaking, her whole body trembling, tears running steady down her face now.
“He moved,” she said, voice breaking apart with every word. “He put me up in an Airbnb a couple weeks back. I don’t know where he’s at, I swear to God. He won’t tell me nothing about where he lay his head no more. But…” She stopped herself, hesitating.
“But what?” I said, leaning in closer. This bitch better had got to talking if she wanted to keep breathing.
“He’s been having my little sister get close to one of his enemies,” she said. “I didn’t want no parts of it, but he don’t listen when I try to talk him out of stuff. And with everything you’re saying right now, about a hit, about your family… I think it might be y’all. I think it’s y’all he’s got her wrapped up in. I told her not to get into his bullshit but that nigga is crazy and anybody who knows him, knows that you can’t tell him no.”
