Page 68 of His Favorite Felon

With my laser pointed at his chest and the silencer attached, I fired three shots: two to his chest and one to his head. Each bullet represented one of the things she claimed he had stolen from her—her freedom, her father, and her sister.

I grabbed my phone and texted Chironex Cleaning Company to order a cleanup. I requested same-day service and asked that it be completed within four hours. They were a multi-purpose cleaning business that had been around for a while. I had reached out regarding getting the Last Chance range cleaned twice a week. They mentioned they do all types of cleanups, so I made sure to keep in touch with my contact over there. I heard they were some Florida niggas, but that shit ain’t matter to me, as long as they got the job done and with no evidence left behind, they were good with me.

I put my phone away and picked up Trouble, carrying her to our room. I turned on the heated floors in the room and the bathroom. I removed her clothes and let the bath fill up. Once she was naked, I removed the scrunchie from her wrist, and I used it to place her locs in a bun. I removed my clothes and then carried her into the bath. I placed her on my lap, and she hissed a little. That pissed me off that he had really lost his mind and put his fucking hands on her.

We sat in a comfortable silence before she finally asked the question I knew was plaguing her mind.

“What if you wake up tomorrow and resent me for your brother’s death?”

I kissed the side of her temple. “You mean for his murder. He was a grown man who made his own decisions. We can’t blame anyone but him. I could probably count on one hand the number of good memories we shared. Don’t let that doubt creep into your head, though. I’d always choose you. I’m not gon’ lose sleep over that nigga, and neither should you.”

She nodded.

“What about my dad?” she asked.

“It seemed he was just as much a pawn as you were, but that doesn’t let him off the hook. He still left you when you needed him most. But I didn’t kill him, if that’s your question.”

Another stretch of silence settled between us, then she asked, “Where my crabs at?”

I couldn’t do shit but laugh, even though I wanted to kill Chase ass all over again because that smell was gon’ be a permanent reminder. I might as well start looking for a new car.

I washed her up, moisturized her, and helped her into her silk slip, then carried her into bed. As I straightened up the bathroom, I got an alert that my cleanup crew was outside. Before I left the room, I looked back and noticed that Trouble was knocked out, so I hit the fan, turned the lights off, and went to let them in to get rid of my brother’s body.

I texted Rich and asked him to bring his sister over in the morning for her to check on my baby. I wasn’t sure if she was a nurse, doctor, or something else, but I knew she worked at Champagne Hospital Center. Instead of waiting for his response, I put my phone away and went to my office to oversee the cleanup before returning to bed with my babies.

Three weeks later

Justice kicked me. “Babe,” she whined. “Please answer your phone. It’s too early. The sun isn’t even out.”

I opened my eyes, and she was right. I was confused about who was calling me so early, especially since my phone was on DND. I reached for my nightstand and grabbed my phone; it only showed a phone number. I refused to save her name in my contacts, but I knew it by heart, unfortunately. She probably called multiple times to get through.

“Hello,” I said flatly.

“Chance. Have you heard from your brother lately?” She sounded like a drunken mess.

“Hello to you, too. It’s only been what, ten years? But hey, who needs to exchange pleasantries?”

She huffed, “Let’s not act like we like each other. I have been calling your grandparents, and they told me that they would have you call me, but I see that wasn’t the case. Where is my son?!”

“You might want to put the bottle down.”

“Chance, I know you hated my baby. What did you do to him?” She hiccupped.

“Go to sleep and get off my fucking phone.”

That caused Justice to sit up. I shook my head and told her to lie back down.

“No! Not until you tell me what you did to my boy. I know it was you. I can’t prove it, but they told me it was you.”

Something about her using the word “they” made me think about Chase. Clearly the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“Are you done?”

She cried loudly in my ear. “I just need to know the truth. He was diagnosed a few years ago with schizophrenia, and I need to make sure he is okay.”

I didn’t expect her to say that. I didn’t know what else to say; I had said everything I needed to.

“I don’t know where he is, and I wasn't aware he was schizophrenic. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”