“A’ight, send me the address,” Yunique said without hesitatin’. “I’m finna head that way.”
The call ended, and Sha’Nelle sent the address right after. She ain’t say nothin’ after that. She just sat there with her eyes locked on the floor like she was tryna keep herself together without lettin’ it show too much. She already knew how this was about to go, and even if she ain’t like it, she understood that this was past talkin’ now. This was past police reports and all that other dumb shit.
About an hour later, Sha’Nelle’s phone lit up again.
“She outside,” Sha’Nelle said, starin’ at the text on her phone.
I watched her face while she spoke, makin’ sure she understood the assignment. Then she called Yunique.
“The door unlocked,” she told her. “Just come in. My arm hurtin’ too damn bad to keep gettin’ up.”
“It’s cool friend. I’m comin’ in,” Yunique replied.
A few seconds later, we heard the door open. Yunique stepped in like it was nothin’, and that was exactly why this worked, ’cause to her slow ass, nothin’ about this shit felt off.
Her whole face changed the second she saw me. I stepped out from the side and put the barrel of my gun right to her head before she could even react.
“Get yo’ bitch ass in the house,” I told her, pushin’ the door shut behind her with my foot.
Her whole body tensed up, and she stumbled forward, her hands comin’ up slow like she ain’t know what to do with ’em.
Pressure and ‘Lo moved past us and stepped outside real quick, checkin’ around the car to make sure she ain’t bring nobody with her, and when they came back in, the look on their faces already told me we was clear.
By that time, I had her on her knees in the middle of the floor. She was cryin’ now with her breath shaky and her eyes dartin’ around like she was lookin’ for a way out that wasn’t there.
“Say bitch… where them niggas at?” I asked, keepin’ the gun to her temple.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about,” she cried, her voice tremblin’ while she tried to play dumb.
I pulled the hammer back slow so she could hear it.
“Don’t do that,” I told her. “Don’t play with me.”
She started cryin’ harder, shakin’ her head.
“I swear I don’t know?—”
“If I get to three and you still playin’ stupid, I’m gon’ lay yo’ ass down right here,” I cut in, my voice calm but serious.
“One…”
She kept cryin’.
“Two…”
“Okay, okay! Fuck!” she yelled, breakin’ before I even had to finish.
I looked over at Sha’Nelle for a second, and she couldn’t even look back at me. She just turned her head like she was done with anything that had to do with Yunique, and I understood that part, so I ain’t press it.
“Call him,” I told Yunique, nudgin’ her with the gun. “Find out where he at.”
“I don’t know where he be?—”
I pressed the barrel harder against her head.
“That’s exactly why you gon’ find out.”
She nodded fast, wipin’ her face before she picked her phone up with shaky hands and dialed that nigga’s number. He answered.
