Nyla looked at the guard holding all that money, then back at me. "Who is Savion again?" she asked, joking.
I almost laughed despite everything running through my head.
"Nobody now. Especially if he let the next man whoop on him at his own establishment.” I said. "Let's go get our spa day."
We pulled up to our destination at 2:55pm making sure to stay back out of view.
Twenty-one men total including our drivers. Three trucks. Positions set. Elijah had given us the location, the time, and the route. Two SUVs were supposed to pull up at 3pm with the shipment, drop it and immediately after, Brick Boyz would be pulling up.
I was in the first truck with Mars and Namier and four shooters. Seven shooters in the second truck. Seven more in the third.
At 3:04pm, the SUVs came around the corner to pick up their package that had just been dropped.
"Go," I said.
The first truck cut them off. Before the other side could react, we were out and moving.
Mars put two shots through the driver's window. The SUV went dead. Namier rushed the passenger side. He let off two more shots. The door swung open and the body dropped.
Second SUV tried to reverse. Didn't matter because it was already too damn late. Our second truck was already blocking the exit.
Five men jumped out shooting. We returned fire without hesitation. Four of them went down in the street. The fifth one made it ten feet before a bullet caught him in the back.
"Get the work NOW & load up," I yelled.
Our crew pulled the crates out the warehouse in under two minutes. No hesitation. No wasted movement.
"Load it, and let’s roll out," Mars said.
We were back in the trucks and moving before the first police sirens hit the distance.
Clean. Simple. No complications.
By 3:45 pm, we were at the safe house.
All of our men walked out, but every one of Brick Boyz soldiers stayed in that warehouse parking lot. Gone. A memory.
This shit damn near ain’t feel real. It was too easy. Muthafuckas thought they was sending a message and just ain’t know who the fuck I was for real.
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The adrenaline was still pumping as we pulled away from the warehouse.
My hands were steady on the wheel but my mind was racing. Six bodies. Clean exit. And I had a clear message sent.
Namier was in the passenger seat checking his gun. After a minute, he looked over at me.
"What's on your mind? It’s more than what just went down.” he asked.
I didn't answer right away. Just kept driving.
"For real though," Namier said. "You been quiet since we got in the truck."
I let out a breath.
"If I'm being real," I said, "I've been getting real close to Tattiana. And this whole arrangement... it don't feel right no more."
"What you mean?" he asked.
