“You know, without your cooperation, our chances of solving this thing are next to nil,” Royce pointed out.
“That’s too bad,” I said, smiling.
Turner shook his head. “Let’s get outta here.”
I waited until they were out of sight before turning back to Seth, Luca, and Steel, who had made it back. The rest of our crew knew to slide through town, blend with the shadows, seewho was talking. I didn’t need a bunch of people in on this conversation.
“Y’all need to be paying attention. Either somebody close to here let niggas know we were standing out, somebody’s been watching this house, or somebody followed me. I need to know which one it is.”
Nods all around. Seth ran down the description of the car to them. It had probably already been ditched, but just in case. Once I was sure we were all on the same page, Luca took off. Steel was about to do the same but, for some reason, I told him to wait up. Quiet as usual, he looked at me expectantly.
“Where you take her?” I asked.
He pulled out his phone to check his GPS. “8171 Spring Woods.”
I nodded once. “I’ll get up with you later.”
He dapped me up and strolled off. Seth waited until we were alone again to speak.
“Who you think it was?”
“I really don’t know. I can think of a couple of assholes who’d like to take us out.”
He nodded. “Yeah, me, too.”
“When we find these niggas?—”
“Say less. I’m already knowing.”
I chopped it up with Seth a little longer before making my way to my car to take off. Before I let myself think on it too hard, I typed Farrah’s address into my phone and headed in that direction. I would just drive by, make sure shit looked okay. I didn’t need her bougie ass caught up in anything behind me.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling onto the quiet street of her suburb. This was the beautiful Emancipation, the parts of the town that showed off the legacy of the oil money that had funded its growth. Emancipation was considered a North Louisiana gem, but like most gems, it had its flaws. This neighborhood,though… this neighborhood fit her stuck-up ass with all these damn trees, big front yards, and neat brick houses. We definitely came from different places.
My plan to ride by and keep going went out the window when I saw her standing out in front of the garage. She was talking to some nigga, but he could wait while I made sure she was good. I parked across the street and walked toward her house. She laughed at something his corny ass said but stopped when she saw me. The smile disappeared from her face, and she crossed her arms over her chest as I waited at the end of the driveway.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to sound tough.
I wasn’t about to talk about what happened in front of someone I didn’t know.
“Ay, I need to talk to you by yourself for a minute.”
She scoffed. “What was it you said? ‘I was talking to somebody else. Wait your turn, shorty.’”
Turning her back to me, she started talking to the weak ass nigga in front of her again.
“Excuse the interruption, Ron. You were saying?—”
Farrah had me all the way fucked up. “I meant now,” I told her.
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t have to. They both looked at me. Ron pushed his glasses up on his nose and scowled.
“Is everything okay here, Farrah?” he asked.
I smirked at him. Like his scrawny ass was going to do something if shit wasn’t okay. I could slide this nigga in my sleep. Farrah looked at him, looked at me, then sighed. Yeah. Her ass knew.
“Ron, give me a minute. I’ll come knock on your parents’ door when I’m done,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You sure?—”
