Page 66 of Don't Kross Me
“Good ‘cause I wasn’t coming off you no way. I told you what it was, shawty. Once I slid into that pussy, it became mine.” An arrogant smirk etched his face as he bit down on his bottom lip. His hand gripped her neck before he pulled her in for a kiss.
As she parted from the kiss, Kross pulled her back in to speak into her ear. “Whoever calling your phone from that private number gone get you fucked up. You mine now, and I don’t play them types of games, shawty. Fix it before I do, and this my last time speaking on it,” he warned her in a promising tone.
Tone had been blowing her up since last night. He called her so many times that Remedy resorted to turning her phone off, and Kross peeped game. He ain’t say shit at first because he wanted to see where her head was at, but now that she confirmed she was on the same type of time he was on, he had to address it.
“I hear you,” she told him after gulping down the lump of nerves that was lodged in her throat.
Nightfall came, and Remedy watched as Kross grabbed his keys to leave. They extended their stay in the suite for another night, and as hard as she tried to convince him to stay in, he was adamant about leaving, insisting he had some business to handle.
“Fix your face,” he said before craning down for a kiss.
She had a little attitude about him leaving, but he found that shit cute. She dodged his attempt to get a kiss, which prompted him to grab her face so he could peck her lips.
“I’ll be back, shawty. Stop acting like that. I’m big on the way we say goodbye to each other. That shit matters.”
Seeing the seriousness in his eyes resulted in her face softening. “Just be careful,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Always,” he asserted.
They shared another kiss before he hit the door and traveled downstairs to grab his car. His first stop was the condo, where he changed into all black attire. As promised, he wasn’t giving them Zone 7 niggas 24 hours after what they did to Los. If he had the opportunity, he would have done the same shit when it came to Cassie and Aniyis too. He had too much anger and turmoil festering inside of him to even think about sparing them niggas. He was on go tonight, and so were Noonie and Ezekiel.
After leaving the condo, he committed himself to the hour-long drive to Pompano. He was so in his own head, he ended up arriving quicker than he thought. He parked his Maybach in the back of the complex before he walked over to the units they were trapping out of.
With a vast array of guns laid out on the table before them, Kross, Ezekiel and Noonie stood around it. The silence was deadly amongst the men, but they knew it was needed for what they were about to do.
“We ain’t sparing nobody. This shit for Cassie and Los,” Kross throated out, finally cutting into the silence. He pulled on his leather gloves before picking up the fully loaded draco off the table.
They went out the back door of the trap to load the van they copped from Serge with the guns they needed. Ace was their driver; he had good instincts and knew how to get the fuck out of dodge. The back of the van was gutted out completely, allowing Kross, Noonie and Ezekiel to pile into it. They pulled their masks over their faces before giving Ace the green light to pull off.
Noonie had been keeping a close eye on the Zone 7 territory and noticed they beefed up their security around their trap. They knew the move they pulled on Los was going to cost them, so they were staying ready. As instructed, Ace circled around the Zone 7 apartment complex twice as Noonie, Ezekiel and Kross peered out of the dark tinted window.
“Ace, when I tell you to slide, you gas this motherfucka. You hear me?” Kross looked over his shoulder at Ace.
In return, Ace nodded his head. “I hear you, K.”
Noonie and Ezekiel positioned themselves at the back doors of the van, ready for Kross’ signal to push them open. Ace jerked the van to a rough stop and hit the headlights, prompting them to beam onto the niggas who were posted in front of the trap. Before they could clutch their irons and up them at the van, Kross had already given Noonie and Ezekiel the green light for them to open the doors. He clutched his draco and sprayed down the Zone 7 trap. In just a split second, he turned the hood into an entire fucking war zone.
Ezekiel and Noonie stood right beside him, clutching their M5 and Uzi, letting them motherfuckas ring. Windows shattered and parked cars got caught in the crossfire while Kross could see bodies dropping left and right. For Los, Kross, Noonie and Ezekiel caused a fucking blood bath, and Kross savored eachfucking second of it. Tone’s right-hand man, Big Mike, who was left in charge of the trap while he was away checking in with their big homie, came from the side of the building busting back at the van. Quickly, Kross shifted his aim and emptied the clip on him. His blood splattered against the brick of the building before his body hit the pavement with a loud thud.
Kross was seething in rage and felt like he could find himself going all night. Not only did them niggas take his homie away, but they let some petty-ass beef hype their heads up to gun down his baby mama. It would forever be smoke, and Kross made that clear by pulling up to their hood and airing that motherfucka out.
“Pull off!” Kross ordered Ace as Noonie and Ezekiel quickly shut the back doors of the van.
The friction of the tires screeched within their ears as burning rubber and gun smoke scorched their nostrils. The violence and gun play that filled the streets weren’t Kross’ initial intentions when he first came home, but these motherfuckas forced his hand. He did exactly what he said he would when he told everyone he was taking Zone 7 off the fucking map.
Ace drifted through the streets before he pulled into the ducked-off alley way he vetted earlier that morning. As a unit, the men hopped out of the van together.
“Burn that motherfucka,” Kross instructed Ace.
Without any hesitation, Ace pulled out the tank of gasoline he had on the passenger seat and began pouring it all over the van. Once it was doused in gas from the inside out, Kross, Noonie, and Ezekiel tossed the guns into the back. They knew the fire wouldn’t completely destroy the guns; however, it would scorch and tarnish them enough to prevent the Feds from running ballistic reports. Ace lit fire to the gasoline, and together, they watched the van become engulfed in flames.
Noonie had arranged for one of their other soldiers, Quan, to be parked waiting for them. Once they saw the headlights flicker on and off, they knew it was Quan and made their way over. No words were shared as they rode through the city while sirens from squad cars and ambulances could be heard in the distance.
Once Kross got back to his car, he dapped his boys up and said his goodbyes. They did what they had to do, and there weren’t any regrets. He went back to his condo to take a quick shower and discard of the all black clothing he was wearing. By the time he wrapped that up, it was going on midnight, and he knew he had to get back to Remedy.
Once he arrived at The Setai, he navigated up to the suite and swiped his key. His entrance triggered the motion sensor lights to turn on, allowing him to take a look around. From the looks of it, Remedy had let the housekeepers in so they could straighten a few things up and restock the room with fresh towels. Kross sat his keys on the coffee table in the living area of the suite as he searched for Remedy. Most likely, she had fallen asleep while trying to wait up for him. He entered the bedroom and noticed the bed was made neatly and there was no sign of Remedy.
“Remedy? Where you at, shawty?” he called out with his brows bumped together.
