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“Right!” She pursed her lips as if she read my thoughts. “I was like,nah, this is too specific. So, I asked her to let me see it up close, and, Yanna—don’t you know that shit was yours? I tried calling you but with the wedding and shit I know you been busy. But this is her.” She pulled out her phone and went to the girls’ socials. She didn’t look familiar.
“Can you screenshot that for me?”
She did as I asked and sent it to me. “You need to get Bash to handle it. That girl running around like her and her nigga is untouchable.”
My head nodded slowly. “Preciatethis, Talia. I’ll take care of it.”
She smiled, the tipsiness fading just a bit. “Good, cause you are one of my favorite cousins. I know we don’t hang out a lot but I’m not with nobody messing with you.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Talia. I owe you one.” She gave me a quick hug before stepping back. “You know I always got you. That’s what family is for.”
As she walked away, I stared at the photo on my phone, my mind racing. Whoever this woman was, she had my shit, and that meant she had answers I needed.
Turning to Tasha, I tucked my phone into my purse. “I think I’m ready to call it a night.”
Tasha tilted her head. “You good?”
I nodded, though my mind was far from the VIP section. “I just have something I need to handle.”
fourteen
Teo
“Wake up.” The barrel of my gun tapped against the nose of the man stupid enough to play with my girl’s life. “It’s time for you and I to have a little chat.”
Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly, adjusting his vision to the darkness. He settled his confused gaze on me, then on Keem, who was guarding the bedroom door even though I didn’t believe Jeremy would try to run. Or that anyone would come try to save his ass.
I’d done my research.
Jeremy’s family was from New Jersey, relocated to Georgia when he was ten. Started running with a small crew in Cobb County at age sixteen. His parents wanted nothing to do with him by eighteen. And now at twenty two, he was in over his head with so many niggas, running back to his childhood home seemed like a logical choice.
“T-Teo.” He sat up quickly, stammering as if he had seen a ghost... or the fuckin’ devil himself.
The once perplexed frown disappeared from his lips as the color drained from his face leaving only a mask of fear.
“Oh shit… hang on, man. If you just give me a minute, I can explain.” He lifted from the mattress so fast that he nearly fell from the bed. I nodded towards Keem who had been sitting idly by, waiting for the green-light.
In two quick strides, Jeremy was lifted by his neck, and then forcibly thrown to the floor. His knees hit the thin carpet violently. I was sure it was painful. The loud crack reverberated off the walls. Keem’s grip held him firmly in place while I calmly pulled the worn chair from the corner of the room, dragging it to the middle of the floor so we would be eye-to eye. Taking a seat, I leaned back, my posture relaxed—one hand resting on ,my thigh, while the other casually trained my pistol in his direction.
“Now, I’m gonna ask this shit one time, and you are going to tell me everything I want to know. Or you see my friend here?” I nodded my head toward Keem, who was standing there with a death grip on the back of Jeremy’s neck, with a look just as menacing as mine. “I’m gonna let him do what he does best. Do you know what that is Jeremy?”
He swallowed hard, still not answering, prompting Keem to tighten his grip. The loss of air to his lungs, and the sheer fear forced him to stammer, “N- No. This was not what I signed up for. I-I swear. You gotta believe me,” he cried out instead of accepting his fate. Like this wasn’t his doing after all.
Pathetic.
His tears began spilling over, and uncontrollable sobs filled the room. I tilted my head, considering him for a moment, wondering where the fuck my enemies were finding these soft-ass niggas.
“Jeremy… Jeremy…” I drawled, shaking my head. “Tears won’t move me.”
“I swear! This was not supposed to happen!” he cried out.
I cocked the pistol and fired a shot into the wall just over his shoulder. The bullet whizzed by his ear, the shot barely audible.
Jeremy flinched. His wide, bloodshot eyes darted to the weapon, then back to me and I shrugged. “Slipped?”
He tried to collapse to the floor but the grip Keem had on him prevented him from moving.
“Pussy,” I couldn’t help but mumble, tilting the gun slightly, examining the fire hot tip of the suppressor. Without warning, I gripped the back of his head with one hand and pressed the sizzling steel to his forehead. The smell of burning gunpowder, flesh, and fear filled the air.
