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“Is everyone in place? Over.” Mauri spoke into the com device. She took the lead on this mission with Khiajah on her immediate follow-up.
If one had to choose who out of the females was the most ruthless, it would be a tie between Fiona and Galiana. Fiona would bring her craziness to anyone that posed even the smallest threat. Galiana, on the other hand, needed more bait, but when she went in, she would take out an entire lineage. Being that Khiajah and Khialee both served in the military on special ops type teams, they took direction and held to it. They typically wanted the least amount of casualties possible.
“Everyone is in—”
“Please don’t do this!” Ebony interrupted Galiana’s transmission. “I don’t know what he did, but please don’t kill him. I love him.”
Galiana’s eyes cut over to her. “Hold on, y’all. Girl, if you don’t shut the fuck up. You love a nigga that makes damn near what, two hundred thousand dollars a year and he got your ass on section eight, welfare, and Medicaid? Nigga don’t even have you or your son on his life insurance. He got his muthafuckin’ granny’s old ass who don’t need shit but a grave her damn self. Ole chittlin’ smellin’ bitch.
“You over here beggin’ for his life instead of you and your son, none prioritizing ho. Be lucky that we let that square head ass baby get dropped off to daycare. Now, you and ya baby daddy more than likely gonna die like fuck. Now don’t interrupt me again, rectangle head ass girl. Sorry, y’all. Yes in position. Over.”
Mauri’s neck twisted from side to side. “Why does her head have to be rectangle though?”
Everyone was used to Galiana’s antics. The meet spot was a sweetgrass field in Walterboro, South Carolina. It had one building structure that was used as a break house for the workers who cut the grass. Sweetgrass was a major money source that people often looked over. This land was owned by Zaakiyah and Reece Davis. They were one of the main sources for grass for the men and women that created the beautiful baskets and other items that made the historic Charleston area famous.
Galiana and Fiona were in the break house with Ebony. Earlier, they allowed Ebony to drop her son off at daycare. It was too bad that he may not have parents by the end of the day. No one was worried about the baby going into the system because Ebony’s mother was the baby’s legal guardian. Ebony was a bit of a party girl.
“We have movement coming up the road, over.” Khialee was placed on top of the roof of the building that faced the only road to the field. While in the military, she was known for her title as an expert sharpshooter. She’d been out of the military for many years; however, to keep her skills sharp, she opened a gun range. She worked as a certified firearm instructor that was often contracted by private sector and government agencies to host classes or speak at conferences. She was there for a very specific reason.
Mauri stood on the side of the house in view of the road. She would be the one to make the exchange. Khiajah was in the sweetgrass tucked away. Although this was ladies’ night, Lamik, Croy, and Jacob refused to allow their wives to be alone without their backup. They would only move if they were needed. “There are only two bodies in the car. Lyn is in the back seat, over,” Khiajah announced.
Kevin knew tonight was his last night in the land of the living. His anger and actions of what he did not even thirty minutes ago more than likely sealed the fate of his baby mama and son’s death. He always had an issue with his anger. The car came to a halt in front of the building. He recognized Mauri and was surprised to see her actually in the field and not behind a computer. “Oh, this must be personal to your lil mentor.”
Taelyn sat in the back seat in the most pain she had ever been in. She concentrated on steady breaths and not panicking. She didn’t want her heartbeat to speed, which would pump more blood, which could make her bleed out faster. “It’s personal for everyone. Like you said, I’m the baby girl.”
He ignored her as he stepped out of the car. “Where’s my baby mama and son?”
“Your son is where he normally is at this time. Your baby mama is in here.” Mauri’s voice was steady.
This was not the first time she’d been in the field in this manner. It was just far and in between that she was needed in this capacity. She enjoyed ruining lives with one hundred and four keys on top of a desk or tabletop, sometimes on her lap with her legs kicked up on an ottoman. Mauri told Galiana to bring the girl out.
“Something isn’t right. Taelyn is in the back seat, but her shirt is blood soaked, over,” Khialee said.
It was the daytime, so it wasn’t hard to see the inside of the car. You would think that his front window would be tinted as much as the sides. Kevin had yet to notice Khialee on the roof with a sniper rifle aimed at him. This was further evidence of why he was not selected to participate in missions. He simply lacked the attention to detail that was needed to be proficient. It wasn’t even eleven in the morning. He should have seen her.
Mauri’s breath lightly hitched, but she maintained her cool demeanor. “Get my cousin out the car,” she instructed Kevin. When he turned around to do as requested, she gave quiet, quick instruction to Khialee. “When Lyn walks toward us, allow Ebony to walk toward him. I will give Lyn the signal. Khialee, head shot for bitch and two shoulder, two leg for the bitch nigga.”
They had clear directive to not kill Kevin because he was Trell’s kill. The ladies watched Kevin roughly pull Taelyn from the back. Her weakness was immediately noticed. “Send her to me and I’ll send her to you!”
Ebony stood behind Mauri with tears falling down her cheeks. She wasn’t bound as the ladies didn’t see the need to. Yes, she loved her man, but she also knew that he was for the streets. Why did they have to snatch her up and not one of his other bitches? The words that Galiana spoke to her hit her in all the wrong places. Ebony knew about Taelyn, but she didn’t care. Kevin led her to believe the he was using Taelyn.
“Here she comes,” Mauri said as Galiana pushed Ebony forward. “Walk slow my dear.”
Kevin pushed Taelyn forward. She moved toward her cousin with direct eye contact with her. Mauri’s eyes rapidly blinked four times. You would have missed it if you weren’t paying attention. She knew what that signal meant. When her shoulders met with Ebony’s as they walked past each other, she winked at her. “My condolences to your family for their loss.”
Two steps past Ebony, Mauri’s head tilted down. Lyn’s body dropped to the ground. She grunted in pain.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
Like it was light work, Khialee let the shots off, hitting every target as instructed. Ebony’s lifeless body dropped to the ground with a thump. Kevin yelled out in agony, and Khiajah moved in from her location to disarm him from the gun she was sure he had. Mauri, Fiona, and Galiana rushed to Taelyn. Croy, Lamik, and Jacob’s presence were uncovered as they came from the field.
“Lyn, Lyn, come on, baby girl.” Galiana hated the fear that rested on her chest. “Where are you hit?”
Now that the situation had been neutralized, she was able to let her true emotions show. Tears fell from her eyes. “M-my stomach and shoulder.”
“Move, move!” Jacob rushed over and scooped her from the ground just as an ambulance pulled up. Christianson Enterprises also owned a private emergency response company.
The paramedics jumped from the back of the vehicle, pulled the gurney, then allowed Jacob to place her on it. “We got her,” Janice, one of the paramedics said. She was actually a trauma surgeon who was a contractor for the organization.
Fiona let them know that she would ride along. Kevin was placed in another van to head to The Ranch. Galiana ran point for the cleanup of Ebony. Now it was time to make sure Taelyn was fine and that Kevin met his baby mama in Abraham’s bosom. Ebony may have been going to heaven, but Kevin was definitely going to hell. Abraham’s bosom would be the last place they could cuddle.
The only prayer that Kevin needed to pray was that Trell would grant him a quick death. Trell was not a man that liked to take lives, but he would if the situation called for it. This situation called for it. Trell Lamont Smith Sr. would be the man to answer that call.
A Litte More Scootching Needed…