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I had no idea why but I knew my intuition was never wrong. I still wanted to find her ass and look her in the face to see if my intuition was tripping. I couldn’t do that if I had the lower-level Kings search her out.
They were all like me. They wouldn’t hold back or ask questions. They’d make her disappear quick. I had to get to her first. At least I knew exactly where to find her.
“I’ll handle the teller. It was my fuck up leaving her alive. I’ll fix it,” I said to Pretty Boy.
“Why are you even concerned with her? She’s one person. Even if she recognized your voice, she isn’t going to say shit. You saw how scared they were,” Sumo interjected, finishing off another potent blunt.
Scared?
He must have been thinking about the old woman because mouth almighty wasn’t scared in the least. She stared at my AK-47 like it was a Super Soaker and still talked shit. Either she was on PCP or she was naturally insane. Either way, fear wasn’t a part of her personality.
“Because she’s a loose end. I need to tie it up. Nobody else.” I was ready to be done with the topic of the bank teller, so I cleared my throat and stood. “Now, start scouting out safehouse locations. Once you find something, buy the block and rotate lower-level Kings to stand guard.”
“We’ll have that shit done in a week,” Pretty Boy assured me.
“Tops,” Sumo echoed.
Tensions settled back down and the conversation between us flowed smoothly. It was only because I was good at putting up a front. My mind still mulled over Jupiter. Something about her wasn’t what it seemed. I was determined to figure out what the fuck it was.
Then I’d kill her.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Since my afternoon of retail therapy was interrupted by the damn Legion of Kings, I had to more than make up for it. So, I told Mrs. Coventry that I was taking a mental health day and staying home for some good old-fashioned self-care. Of course that meant hitting Rodeo and balling the fuck out. I couldn’t do it alone though. While I enjoyed shopping all by my damn self, I needed some girl time after that bullshit robbery at work.
I called my sister Jay because she was the closest person to me and the only person I let in even a little bit. I met Jane when I was in Ocean View Group Home for Girls. I was the quiet, sneaky one who always stole food from the kitchen and snuck out when it was dark. She was the studious social butterfly who had a bleeding heart for every person and animal she came in contact with. It made perfect sense for her to become a doctor. She was already in her first-year residency at Centinela Hospital Center.
We couldn’t have been more different if we were on a damn sitcom about unlikely friends. For some reason, we clicked and I’ve never regretted having a sister like Jane. Once I heard her story and how she came to the group home, I had a reluctant soft spot for her.
She was just dropped off. Not even at the door of the group home. She was dropped off across the street from a fire station. She was only a few days old with no name, no birth certificate, no note. She was truly a Jane Doe and they really named her that shit too.
Jane Doe.
She kept the name because she realized it was easier for her to get her foot in the door with a name like Jane, but we both changed our names when we turned eighteen. I wanted to distance myself as far as possible from my absentee father and gold-digging mother and Jane wanted to belong to something. She wanted to feel connected.
Most best friends get matching tattoos on their eighteenth birthdays. Not us. We got matching last names so we could be the sisters we always felt like we were. So she was Jane Gray and I was Jupiter Gray. Blood couldn’t make us closer.
“Hey, Jay! Wanna come shop on Rodeo?” I smiled into the phone. I knew it was her rare day off or else I wouldn’t have bothered asking her to come. It was late enough in the afternoon for her to have slept and early enough for us to still hang.
“When did you leave the house, Juju?” She groaned on the other end.
“When you were dead asleep. Now get your ass up and meet me at Starbucks.” I checked my eyebrows in the mirror and waggled them a little. I did a damn good job on them today.
“I just need like five more hours of sleep,” she whined.
“You’ve been sleeping for ten hours straight. Come on, Med School. Get your black ass up and come hang with your little sister.” Jane was only older than me by a few weeks. I still milked it for all I could though.
“Okay, okay. Wait,” she said, pausing a beat. “Are we shopping with stolen money, Juju?”
A grin cracked my face in two. “Is there another way to shop, Jay?”
“Yes. With the money you make from your actual job!” She squeaked and I could hear her moving around on the other end. Good. She was up and moving.
“I’m using the money I make from my actual job,” I told her with a sly smirk. “Plus, I’m not hurting anybody. These are old-ass accounts that haven’t been touched in a year or more.” I had access to all the customers’ information and I took from the ones who had multiple accounts with exorbitant amounts of money. I’m talking obnoxious amounts that they’d never miss.
The ones I took from who still actively used their accounts were usually filthy rich assholes who were getting their karma through me. I always googled before I stole because well, I’m not stupid. Greedy, reckless, and spoiled…but not stupid.
