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Unknown: Just pulled up.
“Get some rest and I’ll see you when I get back,” he mumbled, already distracted by where he was heading.
“Hey…” she said just before he left the bathroom. When their eyes met, he saw what she wouldn’t say.
I’m scared.
“This ain’t that, Cali. I’m coming back,” was the last thing he said before he left the bathroom.
“Y’all are loud…” Conner said when she noticed War. “And nasty.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “We’re also grown.”
“Mmhm. A little too grown.” She shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth when he rounded the sofa and stood next to where she was sitting. “Ah shit, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just keep her distracted for a little while. I need to go take care of something.”
“And she’s scared you’re not coming back?”
He nodded.
“But you are right?” Conner gave him a look that demanded an answer. One he didn’t hesitate to deliver.
“In a few hours. Just make sure she’s good.”
“Got it.” He nodded and was on his way to the door when she spoke again. “And War, your ass better come back. It will destroy her if you don’t because this thing she has with you is different.”
“I know.”
War couldn’t control destiny, but it wasn’t his time so the promise he made, he would damn sure keep.
War sat in the Mercedes truck next to York and shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. The vehicle fit the neighborhood, identifiable but not traceable to either of them, with its smoke gray factory paint, black leather interior, and no alterations. No one would think twice about it being parked a few houses from the one they were sitting on.
The plates were stolen and so was the vehicle. Nothing about either was connected to War or York. Both men were dressed in clothes with no markings. Black on black. Plain ball caps pulled down shielding their faces with hoods tossed over them. Leather gloves covered their hands to ensure no prints were left behind in or on the truck which would be completely destroyed by early morning to guarantee nothing could be collected and examined.
They’d done this enough times to be cautious about protecting their anonymity. Although no crime was perfect, when there wasn’t a body or a report of wrongdoing, it wasn’t likely anyone would care about particulars.
“How long he been in there?”
“Couple hours.” York’s lazy tone flowed as he glanced at his boy then the house in question. “You ready for this shit?”
“Yeah.” War’s glare landed on the house, brows pinched, mind heavy.
“And if she was a part of it?”
“No forgiveness,” War stated without flinching. Neece would get what she deserved. Fucking with J’No was one thing but willingly playing a role in Merritt losing his life was unforgivable because it wasn’t necessary.
“Aight then.”
York reached under his seat and extended a gun to his boy. “You told me to put a body on it. Might as well start with this one.”
War chuckled, realizing the Beretta 900 belonged to Maurice, Conner’s ex. York added a silencer for the occasion but he recognized the piece. He accepted the weapon and got out of the truck. York was behind him. Cloaked by the darkness from the late hour, both men moved down the street until they reached Neece’s house. War keyed the code to let them in and heard the sounds of music blaring from the living room. Both men chambered their guns and carefully moved until they were at the entrance but War stepped back into the hallway when he heard the growl of an angry voice.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Neece heard the door open and assumed it was J’No until she laid eyes on York and War.
“You’re sleeping with the opps, Neece. You were fucking him while carrying Merritt’s son. You’re still fucking him now. Did your pussy even heal before you let him in it again?” The truth gut punched. He could see it on her face but that didn’t affect him. His words were laced with venom when he added, “Did you not expect to see me at some point behind that nigga in there?”
“He’s not the opps, War. Everybody is not holding onto some childish vendetta to take you down.”
