“Impress you? Nigga bye, and yes, I do. I actually loved my apartment before I started coming out here and forgot my place of residence.”
I laughed. “Don’t matter. Continue to forget that motherfucker and get your stuff moved in.”
It wassix-thirty in the morning on a Monday. I picked the lock and got into his condo while he was still sleeping. He and I used to joke that he could sleep through a nigga breaking into his spot to knock him off. That damn sure didn’t age well.
For about thirty minutes, I sat on the kitchen counter, watching the time and listening to Lucky snore loudly, laid across the sofa in the corner of the room. He must’ve partied last night because he was still in his clothes.
I started to let him wake up in his own time but decided against it when I saw the sun rising. Instead I screwed the silencer on my gun and hopped off the counter, moving in Lucky’s direction.
I studied him for a moment, wondering how a snake ass fool could sleep so peacefully after everything he had done.
I tapped his forehead with the end of the gun, causing him to stir a bit before his eyes popped open.
Wide-eyed, he looked at me like he’d seen a ghost.
“Get your bitch ass up.” My words were cold and unforgiving.
“Iso, wh-what are you doing here?” He sat up, looking around as I created some space.
“Came to get you, cuz. I mean, that’s what family is for, right?”
“I didn’t mean ha?—”
“Don’t gimme no excuses. Just tell me why.” I took a seat on the wooden end table next to the TV stand.
“Why what? I came here to take a minute to myself.” He apparently decided to keep lying.
“Oh, so you conveniently changed your name and zip code right after I stopped by the shop. Exactly after you realized theplan you were a part of to set me up and kill me had fucking failed. And before you get to lying, just know I ain’t asking no questions I don’t already know the answers to.”
Realization settled into his features. “Wait. So, I know I fucked up. I was in a bad place.”
“A bad place,” I repeated. “So, you brought my baby mama in on a plan with the next nigga to knock me off for what? A couple blocks I bet you don’t have anymore.”
He was silent, looking at me because he knew how this went. I didn’t play that snake motion. “You know what’s messed up?”
“What?” I asked.
“That night Junior popped up at my door with that damn car I should’ve known. Especially when the news broke that Adrian had been killed and her house burned down. But when I called Bo, he said it wasn’t possible. Him and his brother watched you die.”
I laughed. “They didn’t but I watched his brother die after he killed him and I’m about to watch you die. Don’t worry though. I’ll make sure your baby moms and your youngin never go without. It is the least I can do.”
Before he could respond, I lifted my gun and sent two slugs in his direction. One to the forehead and the other to his chest.
I then stood and stepped closer, making sure he was dead. The reason we were in this mess in the first place was because niggas didn’t make sure the job was done. They were too cocky in a game that required precision and sureness. I wasn’t them. When I wanted a motherfucker dead, I made sure the job was done.
THIRTEEN
Liora
Days later
I spent most of this morning packing the things I wore and needed from my apartment while also obsessing over just how much of my life had changed in such a small amount of time. I loved what I did and the life it afforded me, as well as where I was mentally, but I kind of always felt like I was missing something. Like even though I enjoyed the thrills, all of me wasn’t present. For so long I was able to push it down and move through things because I was always on the go. Being forced to sit made me take a mental trip and reevaluate everything. No, Iso wasn’t the cause of all these changes. Well, not by himself, but he was a good chunk of the reason I could no longer ignore things. Iso appeared when I was at a mental crossroad, a moment where I didn’t know what was next besides feeling guilty about continuously leaving my family and only feeling whole when I was on the move. Even with his situation, he never made me feel like I was doing life wrong.
“Yo, you got a lot of stuff in here for somebody who don’t be here. Decorated nice as fuck too.” Iso’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I laughed. “Done by Sissy and will all be left here.”
Confusion swept his features as those heavy eyes stayed on me. “Why, when you’re moving in with us?”
