Page 57 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 2

“Not trying to rush you, pastor, but I gotta go over there to get my daughter before my baby mama’s ole girl starts tripping, and I don’t want to miss the bus,” he said, rambling on and on about a bunch of stuff that I really didn’t care about.

This is why you didn’t have kids out of wedlock, and this is why you waited until you were financially able to have a kid, then you wouldn’t have to deal with these problems.

“How would you like to make ten thousand dollars?” I asked him after a few seconds of silence.

I came up with this idea a couple of months ago, but I just didn’t know who to go to for me to do it. For one, I didn’t even know where I would find a real hitman, and if I did, they would charge way more than ten thousand dollars. Yes, the money would be worth it, but I didn’t need my wife questioning me about why so much money had been removed from the accounts.

Saint looked at me, and his eyes lit up, and then he laughed.

“Quit playing, Pastor Davidson. What you need me to do? Lay some new carpet in the sanctuary or something? I’ll do it,” he said.

“You killed somebody before?” I asked.

All of a sudden, his face turned serious.

“What? Why you asking me that?” he asked, and I took his hesitation as a yes.

“Never mind. You don’t have to answer that. Would you be scared to kill somebody for ten thousand dollars?” I asked, switching the question around.

“Pastor, I’m done with the streets. I’m really trying to turn my life around for my son. Me and my baby mama working hard so we can get out of the projects. I can’t mess up my life by killing somebody,” he said.

I stood up and pulled out the first five thousand dollars from my pocket, which was neatly stacked together, and I threw it into his lap.

“You sure about that? Not even if I give you half now and half later?” I asked, really trying to persuade him.

I watched him as he took one of the blue one-hundred-dollar bills from the stack and examined it, trying to see the authenticity of it. Once he saw that it was legit, he put it back and looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Who you need me to take out?” he asked, making me smile at his question.

“Billion,” I said.

His mouth dropped, and his eyes almost popped out of the sockets.

“Are you crazy? That motha fucka will still have me and my family killed, even in his death! He went to prison, and the nigga who was responsible for sending him there was dead in less than twenty-four hours!” he said, telling me something that I didn’t know. I still didn’t want to give up, though.

“Fifteen thousand,” I said.

“Twenty thousand, and I’ll blow the motha fucka’s head off his shoulders,” he said so heartlessly.

Yeah, it was a lot, but it would be worth it.

“Twenty thousand it is,” I said.

I reached into my pockets and pulled out the other five thousand dollars then tossed it into his lap.

“Now that I have my deposit, when you need this done by?” he asked, standing up.

“My daughter’s birthday is next Saturday. I want it done before then,” I said to him.

“Cool. Cool. I know where he be at on some nights. That nigga might have moved out of the projects, but he still comes around. You ain’t tell me why you want him dead, though. What he did to you?” he asked.

“I never told you. Just get it done,” I spat.

“I’ll have it done sooner than you think. Nice doing business with you. Pastor Davidson, I respect you like the father I never had, but I’ll still put a slug between your eyes if you try to short me my money. I’m about to kill one of the most feared niggas in Miami, and if Ima pull that off, I want every dime. I might have changed, but this ruthlessness is still in me. You won’t have to worry about your wife leaving you because I’ll kill you before she can hand you over some divorce papers if you try to play me,” he spat.

“You don’t have to worry about me not holding up my end of the bargain. Take out Billion, and the rest will be waiting for you. Now, get out!” I spat, and with the quickness, he left my office.

Now, I would wait. This would be the best twenty thousand dollars I ever spent in my life. In less than a week, I would have my old Normani back.

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