“I’m out, ain’t it?”
“What they say?” Stacks asked.
I ran it down. Told ’em Shayna put a bug in their ear about her bitch ass brother.
“I told you that bitch was trouble,” Buck spat.
“Yeah, well, it’s time to fix the problem.”
“What you tryna do?” Stacks asked.
I looked between both of them. “Take me to her house.”
Stacks stood up slow. “You sure?”
“I been sure since she opened her mouth. She not breathing another night.”
***
One kick and we were inside… fuck knocking. Shayna was in the living room, suitcase half-packed, phone in her hand. She froze when she saw us—Buck first, then Stacks, then me walking in behind.
“The fuck you going, Shay?”
“I—Kilo, wait. Just let me explain—”
“No need.”
I stepped closer. She backed up against the wall.
“You tried to set me up. Put the cops on me after your brother tried to rob me. You thought this was a fuckin’ game?”
“I didn’t know—”
“Save it,” Buck cut in, face hard. “You knew everything. You played the victim. You used Liberty like a damn pawn.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I just wanted help—”
“You could’ve asked,” I snapped. “But instead, you brought that bullshit to my door.”
Shayna looked at me, desperate. “I didn’t mean—”
“Nah,” I interrupted, voice sharp. “You meant every move you made. And now, you gone pay for it.”
She screamed when I pulled the piece out, but I didn’t flinch.
“I hope you enjoyed those first nine years because that’s all you gone get.”
One shot, and she dropped like dead weight, mouth still open in shock.
Stacks stood behind me, quiet. Buck stared down at her like he was watching trash rot.
“You want me to call cleanup?” Stacks asked.
I nodded. “Make it disappear.”
***
back at the hospital…
