Page 133 of Certified to Handle You
He paused like he was thinkin’, then shook his head like he ain’t even wanna say it out loud.
“Nothin’. I just gotta go get somethin’ real quick.”
Pressure leaned forward in his seat, already lookin’ irritated. “Nigga… is it really that serious?”
Kay’Lo nodded once, but he ain’t look up.
“Yeah… it is…”
I kept my eyes on him, watchin’ him closer now ’cause that shit wasn’t soundin’ right at all.
“Nigga you scarin’ me,” I said, my voice lower this time. “What the fuck you forgot?”
He finally looked up at me, and for a second, it was like he ain’t even wanna deal with the conversation.
“Man, I said I got it.”
Pressure let out a breath and leaned back like he was already over it.
“Nigga… what the fuck you done forgot?”
Kay’Lo ain’t answer that time. He just sat there with that look on his face, then waved it off like he was done talkin’ about it.
“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. “We good. Just go.”
I stared at him for another second, then leaned back in my seat, still watchin’ him out the corner of my eye while Pressure gave the signal.
The door closed, then the engine kicked up.
A few seconds later, the jet lifted off the ground, carryin’ us right back to Greystone with everything already set in place.
Later that night, me, Pressure and ‘Lo was back at the Airbnb where Sha’Nelle was, and everything about how we was sittin’ in the house felt different from earlier, ’cause now we wasn’t just talkin’ about what happened to Sha’Nelle no more—was actin’ on that shit.
We had been here all day, lettin’ time pass, and waitin’ on the right moment to start pullin’ strings without rushin’ into shit that could come back on us.
The plan wasn’t complicated, but it had to be done right, and that meant lettin’ Sha’Nelle’s fake ass homegirl bring the problem to us instead of us runnin’ out blind lookin’ for it.
Sha’Nelle sat on the couch with her phone in her hand, quiet for the most part, but I could tell she was feelin’ everything all over again now that it was time to actually handle business. She had been playin’ it cool like I told her to, answerin’ calls, respondin’ the same way she always did, and not givin’ Yunique not one reason to think somethin’ was off, and that was the only reason this shit even had a chance to work.
“Go ahead, and call that bitch,” I told her, my direct.
She looked at me for a second like she ain’t even wanna do it, but she already knew what it was. Once we locked in on somethin’, it wasn’t no talkin’ us out of it. These niggas played and stole my cousin’s money so we was most definitely gon’ get that shit back in blood.
‘Nelle hit the call button and put it on speaker, settin’ the phone down on the table while we all listened.
Yunique picked up quick.
“Hey, girl. You good?” she answered, her voice soundin’ like she was really concerned.
Sha’Nelle swallowed before she answered, but when she spoke, she kept it exactly how she been keepin’ it.
“I’m just nervous over here by myself,” she said. “This shit got me fucked up a lil’ bit.”
“You want me to come by?” she asked. “I can at least bring you somethin’ or sit with you for a minute. Do you need somethin’?”
Sha’Nelle glanced at me for half a second before she answered.
“Yeah… I need some more bandages. I’m out, and my arm been hurtin’ like a bitch.”
