“And the bad news?” Rico asks.
I bite the inside of my cheek. “It’s a square with a courtyard in the middle, so we’re losing the element of surprise.”
“Welp. Fuck it then,” YC grits. He presses on the gas, and smirks when a villa comes into view at the end of the quiet street.
“That gate looks hella cheap,” he mumbles, flooring it.
“This nigga’s crazy!” Rico cackles, holding onto the oh shit handle.
This nigga runs into the fucking gate. But the shit is cheap, though, because it doesn’t slow us down at all.
He keeps going up the driveway, making room for the cars behind us. As soon as he gets to the roundabout, we hop out and start firing at the niggas coming out the front door.
We easily overpower them, making our way through the gaudy ass house. This nigga got leopard print wallpaper and bear skin rugs. I hate a nigga who spends their money on dumb shit.
Like, a nigga pops out from behind a statue of, I kid you not, a knight. I give him three in the head just because I’m pissed.
Me and YC went right, while Rico and Autumn went left. As we check all the increasingly ugly ass rooms, we take care of twomore niggas, but by the time we make it to the back of the house, it’s eerily empty.
Until we move out the second to last room into the hallway.
And see a short nigga with a fat ass lean belly full of shit holding Wyn by her neck.
Seeing her makes me curse under my breath.
She’s dirty as fuck, her head roughly shaved bald. Naked, so we see all the bruises marring her skin, and blood drying on her hands.
And worst, she looks out of it. Not even terrified. Defeated. And definitely on something.
“Take another step and I’ll blow this bitch’s brains out,” his high ass voice rings out.
Rico and Autumn appear behind him, and Rico aims and puts one in the back of his head.
I rush forward to Wyn, who barely flinches when I grab her. That’s what I see the track mark in her arm.
This nigga… I empty my clip in his face for good measure.
“Here.” Rico takes off his flannel and puts it on Wynter, before lifting her bridal style in his arms. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
YC nods. “Burn this muthafucka down!” he shouts, and the Collective men get to work as we exit this eyesore.
Rico sets Wyn into the back, but Autumn stops me from getting in the passenger. “We’re gonna drive back, so they don’t see Auty like this. I’ll tell Turkey.”
I pull her into my arms. “Okay. Stay dangerous foreal, Autumn. And chin up; she’s gonna need you.”
She nods on my shoulder, squeezing me before releasing me. I nod at Rico, who returns it, before they climb in and drive off.
YC slaps my back hard as fuck, showing me he got the keys to another SUV. “C’mon, nigga. You can finally tell me your intentions with my sister. And I’m warning you; if I don’t like the answer, I’m sideswiping an eighteen-wheeler on your side.”
I sigh a deep negro spiritual sigh. “You and her got that vehicular manslaughter shit in common.”
This nigga grins, and in the dead of night with gold slugs, this nigga looks every bit of the murderer he’s named after.
Sahara
Ican’thelpbutbite the skin around my thumbnail off as I watch the news. Three arsons. Three victims. The last of the Mathers brothers.
God, how could I have been so stupid! I should have known Sincere was full of shit. Acting like because he knew some big time niggas from Northupton, he’d be able to take over Foe Dub.
