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In under ten minutes, we were back outside and pulling back out onto the highway.
“Aye, you think Raya fucked him up like that?” he asked after we’d gotten a safe distance away, and that shit had me scratching my head.
“Why you say that?”
Shrugging, he ticked off the reasons why on his hand. “The nigga was young as hell and just suddenly fell into a coma, thebitch crazy, she be cheating on his ass and left him in a nursing home, and the bitch crazy! It makes sense,” he said, and I had to admit that it did. Raya had already showed her ass and was killing muthafuckas over a nigga she just met, so it wasn’t farfetched that she’d do some underhanded shit to the nigga she married. That wasn’t my problem though. She was only burying herself deeper in shit, and she didn’t even realize she’d made it easier for me by fucking him up.
“Oh fuckin’ well. Now on to the next.”
“You a cold ass nigga.” He had the nerve to shake his head at me like he hadn’t just helped me murk the nigga.
“You is too!”
“I mean, I ain’t the one that fucked his wife and then killed him.” He shrugged. “I just watched.”
“Maaan, just drive so we can go get her pops, goofy ass nigga.” Sucking my teeth, I waved him off, making him laugh. I let him make it since I was more focused on the next task at hand, which was Raya’s pops.
Being the head of his sect made Rico a hard man to get alone, but I had it on good authority that he liked to spend his Sunday nights at a massage parlor that specialized in getting niggas off, and his favorite happened to be a transwoman named Trixie that I’d done a detail job for. She liked cars and sometimes came down to the shop just to see what the fellas were working on, which I didn’t mind since she’d brought in a bunch of customers after the rainbow job I’d done for her. She’d come in clutch with the info on Rico, and when I said I’d lace her bank account, she didn’t hesitate to tell me what time to come through.
Since he needed to keep his secret fetishes on the low, he only brought two of his most loyal soldiers with him, which worked out great for me. It was almost like God was clearing a path for me to get this shit done tonight, and I was going to do His will. I hit up Trixie to let her know I was outside, and she told me tocome in through the back door. Grinning, I showed Maasai the message, and we headed out of the car to the back door, where she met us.
Trixie was a big girl, standing at almost 6’3 with a size 13 shoe. Her red wig with the matching eyebrows made her stand out even more. She ushered us in, pressing a finger to her lips for us to be quiet while holding her robe closed with her other hand. Maasai looked at me crazy as she led us down the long hallway, where the sound of men moaning was growing louder and louder.
When we got to her room, she pushed us into her supply closet, closing the beaded curtain to hide us just as a bell rang. “Nigga, what the hell? You got me in a hoe house?” Maasai was quick to ask when she’d disappeared to get the door.
“Man, shut the fuck up!”
“I’m tellin’ my wife, bruh. You not bouta keep putting me in these compromising ass situations.” His ignorant ass snorted like he was truly offended, while I watched for Rico.
I could hear Trixie already giggling flirtatiously as she led him into the room by his hand. “Yasss, daddy! You know I like when you have that Jack in you.”
Rico laughed lowly as they came into view, walking far enough behind her to stare at her ass. “Yeah baby, shake that money maker!” His accent made it hard to understand what he was saying as he salsa’d lamely.
“Okay, now you know the drill! Strip, papi!” I turned my head so I wouldn’t see his old ass naked and found Maasai’s wide eyes on me, bucking wildly. Shoving him, he fell into the wall, instantly gaining Rico’s attention, but Trixie turned his head back her way to distract him. “You gonna get naked or what?”
“Hell yeah, baby!” I turned around again when I saw his ass reaching for his belt, listening for the signal that he was finally on the table and under the sheet she had to cover him. A minutelater, he’d finished, and she told him to climb on the table so they could get started, and that’s when I slinked out from my hiding spot with my gun pointed.
Rico was face down on the table, and I tapped him on his head. He instantly recognized the cold steel, but before he could react, I shot him twice in the temple. Trixie nodded at me on the way out, waiting until we’d reached the back door again to let out a piercing scream. Now that I had two out the way, there were only three roadblocks left.
Chapter 26
Keyani
With everything being as hectic as it’d been lately, I felt like doing something average was just what we needed to forget about our worries…or at least try to anyway. The kids were falling back into their schedules since we’d returned home, and now that Cruz was back, it was almost to the way things were in the beginning, except for the armed guards walking around all the time. After Raya fucked up Maasai and Avery’s house, they’d been staying in a rental while it was repaired. Maasai was paying top dollar for it to be done in under a year, just so my boo could keep her dream home. It really wasn’t fair that they were basically misplaced because of some random, but Cruz said he was handling it, and I believed him, so to take my mind off that, I was planning the twins’ birthday party.
Fucking with Cruz and Maasai had their tastes expensive as hell lately, and they’d been trying to suggest all types of outlandish shit. Yachts, renting out Disneyland, swimming with dolphins, just all types of shit that just a year ago they wouldn’t have even thought to ask for, so I was bringing them back down to earth with a regular skating party. They both loved skating, and there were arcade games, so it was something for everybody.I was sitting in the living room with Avery and making the invitations with the news playing lowly in the background when she suddenly gasped loudly and turned the volume up loud as hell.
“Oh my god!”
My brows dipped as I finished up another invitation and sealed it closed. “What?”
She pointed to the TV, all frantic and shit like it should’ve been obvious, but I was still lost as hell. “That’s the detective who was fucking with Maasai!” she shrieked, and I looked at the screen to see them pulling a car out of Lake Michigan near Grant Park. The reporter was saying that they believed it was a drunk driving accident, and when they moved on to another story, I looked back at Avery, still very much confused.
“So his ass can’t handle his liquor.” I shrugged. “At least y’all don’t gotta worry about him now. Look at God!” Shaking my head, I waved my hand in the air like I was filled with the Holy Ghost.
“That’s not funny, you better stop playing with Him,” her scary ass said, body already getting tensed up.
“Okay fine, I’m sorry, Jesus.” I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling and crossed my hands over my chest. “Happy?”
