We pulled up in front of the two flat in no time. I was out of the car with him behind me. Good thing Grandma didn’t have a camera or anything. Three knocks at the door later I heard somebody yell, “I’m coming.” This ghetto ass shit didn’t even have a doorbell. It was a regular two-flat, nothing outstanding or beautiful about it. Shit was aged, and uncared for, spray paint onthe bricks, chipped paint, and a nasty ass lawn. Debby and the HOA would’ve died at this fucking scene.
The door opened and Juicy looked like she wanted to slam that motherfucker back shut when her eyes landed on me. She stood there barefoot in a pair of leggings with an oversized T-shirt, body just as disproportionate as it was when she was at the club.
“What’s up, love? How you been?” I put my foot in the door, knowing she was about to try to close it.
I was right because she damn sure did. With little effort I forced it open and stepped across the threshold with my brother behind me. I pulled my gun from my side and aimed it in her direction. “Back the fuck up.”
Reminisce closed the door behind us and moved around me to scope the scene. It didn’t take long for him to walk the first floor apartment while Juicy stood staring at me with her hands in the air. “I didn’t kno?—”
“Shut the fuck up too,” I demanded, deeming now not to be the time she spoke.
“You clear in there.” Rem walked past me out of the door, then I heard him ascend the steps.
“Who lives up there?”
“Nobody. It hasn’t been rented out,” she said through the tears racing from her eyes.
“Clear.” Rem reentered behind me, tapping my shoulder. “Where is your grandmother?” he asked, stepping to the side of me.
“The hospital, she had a stroke.” She spoke to Reminisce but her eyes were locked on me.
Rem shook his head. “Sorry to hear that. You probably the cause, out here stressing her out and shit. You know the big mamas be knowing shit is gonna happen before it happens. She probably already knows you’re about to die in this bitch today.”
She cried harder, but silently. “I didn’t know.”
“Now that’s disrespectful. To lie to my face when I know it was you who broke that fucking camera.”
By this time she was crying profusely and I didn’t wanna hear that shit. “Rennix, I needed the money.”
“Shorty, all this crying shit isn’t gonna get you nowhere because the bottom line is you gonna die in here today. Even if he don’t kill you, I’ma do it because you can’t begin to fathom where my mind went when I got the call that my brother was shot. So tighten the fuck up and be real about your shit.” Rem’s voice was so cold I felt a shiver down my own spine.
“Rennix, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.”
“Nah, sweetheart, you plotted that shit, but what I’m interested to know is for how long?” I leaned back against the wall to give her the floor to talk.
“From the first day I started. We had to make sure everything was perfect. It was just a job, nothing personal.”
I nodded.
“Who shot me? You?”
“No. My brother. Cee was just standing there as lookout or in case Josiah needed help getting you into the trunk.”
“Y’all was finna kidnap my brother, bitch?” Rem rushed her but didn’t touch her. “The fuck was y’all gonna do to him?”
“I wasn’t gonna do anything to him. I just help them get the marks.” She shook her head profusely.
“Bet.” I had honestly heard enough, now I was ready to get this shit over with and find the brother. “Aight, so where is your brother?”
“I don’t know.” Her tone trembled with each word. “He said he was leaving town and not coming back.”
“Stop lying. It’s respect to you for not telling us where he at, but then again, fuck respect when you plotted against my blood.” Rem pulled his own gun from his side.
“I’m serious. I don’t know. Everything went bad when you shot Cee.”
Rem laughed, aiming his piece.
I was about to respond, but my phone began vibrating. The last thing I wanted to do was get it, but it could’ve been anybody, so while Reminisce had his gun trained on ol’ girl I fished my phone from my pocket. When I saw it was Kinga calling, I answered, putting the phone to my ear.
