Knowing we’re about to make our descent soon, I look around the cabin. Only Wyn would have all these niggas war ready for her.
Grimey, PC, and Sheisty are huddled up in the front. Grimey hasn’t stopped staring at Turk since he boarded.
The Triplets take up the middle seats. YT’s sitting in the aisle seat, her hand gripping Reem’s as he loads different clips.
Only Reem, Rico, Nut, Turk, and Autumn came with us. Ty stayed behind with Set and the women and children. At first, Set wasn’t having it. It took Nut threatening him to calm down, and wait for our word.
I shift to a standing position and clear my throat. “Uh, we finna land. Mekhi got eyes on all three of their cribs, so we’re gonna hit them at the same time, since we got enough people. But we, uh, gone mix it up, so we all in contact with one another.
“Group A is me, Rico, Autumn and YC. Group B is Sheisty, PC, Reem, and YT. And Group C is Grimey, Turk, Nut, and Prince. She’s most likely at one of their cribs, since they most likely thought they were grabbing Brina.”
Everyone murmurs their agreement, and people start shuffling around to get acquainted. I walk past Grimey and Turk’s awkward head nods to where Rico, Autumn, and YC are congregated.
YC sighs as I sit down. “Tighten up, Autumn. We’ll find your sister alive.”
“And how do you know?” she snaps.
“Don’t answer that,” Rico says as YC opens his mouth. “Haze, we’re gonna get her back. But you need to lock in for that to happen, aight?Tienes esta.”
She nods and he hands her an AR. She runs her hands over it like an old lover, and soon her eyes are dry and alert.
“How you wanna play it?” I ask Rico.
“We going to the youngest one’s crib. Qortez was closest to Qi and Qiari, so this was his play,” YC reveals.
“You sure?” Autumn asks.
He turns to her and nods. “Ima be honest with you, because I know you can take it. These niggas are sick in the head, and thrive on torture. That’s how I know your sister is alive. And Qortez is the worst one; that’s why I know she’s at his crib. My sister was with Qiari for years, so unfortunately I know these niggas intimately. We gonna get her back, but I need you to brace yourself.”
Autumn bobs her head, swallowing. “Okay. I’ll be straight. Thank you for being real with me.”
The flight attendant tells us we’re making our final descent, so we buckle up.
Thirty minutes later we’re disembarking and heading toward Mekhi and who I’m guessing is his wife. They’re both in tactical gear, and she’s got twin desert Eagles in each hand.
YT breaks into a sprint, nearly knocking Mekhi’s wife over as she embraces her. I follow behind, stopping in front of Mekhi.
“The baby brother is leading the way this time… You told them the plan?”
I lift my chin. “We split up. My team’s taking the youngest one.”
“Fasho. I’m dealing with Quan’s bitch ass myself. The Mathers should be no more by the next sunrise. C’mon Love, whoever’s with you is with me.”
YT releases his girl before falling into him. Nut squeezes my shoulder before he and Turk are all in my space.
“You stay dangerous, nigga.”
“I got you.” I knock Turk’s finger out my face, making him smirk, before we all split up.
My group climbs into an SUV, with three more following us as we leave the private airfield.
The sun’s gone down, and though it’ll never be Kenton, Northupton’s tall buildings look like something out of a movie at night. I spent so much time here, back when my homies and I were really grinding, trying to make a name for ourselves. If I wasn’t in class I was here, and then once I graduated, I damn near lived in a studio until we got our own.
Kenton had too many bad memories. Too many people who died, and who left me for dead.
Now, as we speed through the night, I don’t know if I’ll wanna be back here so soon. Especially if what YC said was wrong, and Wynter isn’t alive.
“The good news is, the nigga’s crib is only one story. Not even a basement. So there’s that.”
