Page 57 of Another Constant

“I didn’t know that though,” he growled, from the pain he was in. After I capped him, I just tossed him in the trunk. I wasn’t getting him any medical attention because I had every intention of taking his life and making it painful.

“The fuck you mean you didn’t know that? Who sent you to her crib?”

“Mannn. This fool named Hari. He said she was an easy mark. We weren't gonna do anything to her.”

“But rob her right? Get the fuck outta here.” The name Hari sounded familiar. I was willing to bet that was her nothing ass brother. When I had my phone in my hand, I found Harlem’s contact and clicked it. By now she should have been settled in.

“Hello. Are you on your way now?”

“Not yet, baby, but soon. What did you say your brother on your pop’s side name was again?” I already knew about OA. Shit, me and him ran in the same circles at a point. Long story short, we both copped from the same connection at a point before I decided the substance game wasn’t my cup of tea.

“Hari. Why? Did he do th?—”

“Nope. I don’t want you thinking about this. Let me put it on my brain.”

“Okay.”

We spoke for a while longer before hanging up.

“I swear I didn’t know she was affiliated with you, man. I swear.” He bitched up when he saw me turn around.

“That’s cool too.” I pulled my piece from my back and ended life for him right there. I no longer wanted to inflict prolonged amounts of pain on him anymore. Hari had used him as a pawn in an attempt to hurt his sister. My fury would be directed at him.

“You want me to call Ayden?” Jay asked, attempting to see what I was on.

“Nope. I’ll have B pick him up.” I left the tombs with Big Jay in tow. I pulled ol’ boy’s phone out of my pocket when we got back to ground level. I easily found Hari’s number in Mal’s phone. He didn’t have a password on the cheap ass Android, which was stupid of him, because I could’ve easily touched his family from all the pictures of them he had in it.

When I made it to my car, I read through the messages, seeing Hari had given up everything he knew about Harlem to Mal and whoever the other one was. He’d even told them where her shop was if she wasn’t home. Suddenly it hit me that robbing her was the last thing on either of their minds and that sent fire through my veins…even more than I already had.

I messaged Hari, asking where he was from Mal’s phone.

Hari was quick to drop a pin.Dumbass.

“You need me to ride, boss?” Jay alerted me to his presence as I rounded my car to get in.

“Nah, you good. Call B. I’m on something.” I was moving too fast, adrenaline-laced blood on a mission. It took me all of five minutes to ease onto the overcrowded block that just so happened to belong to me.

I messaged him, telling him to meet me on the curb because I was tryna unload the stuff I’d gotten from her crib and leave. After he responded okay, I looked up from the phone and looked for him. As soon as I saw his stupid ass step out, I stood on the gas. He didn’t get the chance to step back on the curb. Because when he realized he was the target, he was already under the fucking car. Then, to make matters worse, I threw it in reverse and went back over him.

The car was in park when I hopped out, moving toward him groaning in agony. “Ouch, man, damn.” Right now it was his turn to feel that adrenaline because I had crushed everything inside of him.

“Nah, bitch, what you do that for?” I asked, standing in front of him.

“Kinga, man what did I do?”

“You sent your homeboys after your sister, right?”

He could barely focus on me as he held onto his chest, adrenaline thinning. “Yeah. Bitch thinks she’s better than me.”

I chortled. “That’s because she is, bitch.”

His eyes tripled in size. “You know her?”

“Sure the fuck do. You sent your boys after mine, now I’ma make sure you feel that shit for the rest of your life. You better hope you die tonight, ’cause if you don’t I’ma kill you err’ time I see you. Harlem doesn't exist to you or your father, if I find out either one of y’all reached out to her, I’ll paint this block with your plasma. That’s a promise too.”

Out of breath and probably dying by now, he attempted to nod but that failed him. He passed out a few seconds later. He probably had internal bleeding going on.

I noticed one of the dime boys that worked for me a few feet away.

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