Chapter 29
The Chop Shop
As soon as I touched back down, I went straight to my chop shop without stoppin’ nowhere in between, ’cause if I was gon’ bring them niggas in here and finish this the way it needed to be finished, everything had to already be laid out before I even went back to Greystone.
I pushed the door open, stepped inside and locked it behind me before I dropped my bag on the table and unzipped it. I started pullin’ everything out one piece at a time.
I set my straps down first and checked every single one of ’em, poppin’ the clips out, countin’ rounds, rackin’ ’em back, and settin’ ’em in a clean line where I could grab whatever I needed without thinkin’ about it twice.
After that, I moved to the rest of the shit I was gon’ need once they was in here, pullin’ out gloves, fresh black bags and layin’ everything out.
I grabbed the blades next, and ran my thumb along the edge just enough to feel it scratch my skin then set ’em down right where I wanted ’em, lined up with the rest of the shit.
I pulled the extra clothes out the locker and tossed them to the side so I could change when it was time, then I stepped back and looked over everything again to make sure it was exactly how I wanted it.
I stepped back and looked over everything I had laid out, makin’ sure it was all where I needed it to be, ’cause once them niggas got brought in here, it wasn’t gon’ be no pauses. I already knew all three of ’em wasn’t leavin’ the same way they walked in.
By the time I was ready to go back to Greystone, it was already a new day. I pulled my phone out and called Pressure while I stood here, already knowin’ he had his part lined up, but I still needed to hear it from him before I moved on.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“I’m at the shop,” I told him. “Everything ready on my end. Where you at with it?”
“On my way to the jet,”
I hung up and called Kay’Lo next, and he picked up on the second ring.
“We lined up,” I told him. “The jet ready, so we gon’ meet at the strip and go from there.”
“A’ight,” he said, and that was it.
I slid my phone back in my pocket, took one last look around the shop, then grabbed my bag and headed out. I locked everything up behind me and got in the car, drivin’ straight to the airstrip.
By the time I pulled up, Pressure was already there, leanin’ against the jet like he had been waitin’ on me, and Kay’Lo wasn’t too far behind him.
We got on the jet, took our seats and let the silence sit for a second.
I leaned back, restin’ my arm on the side while I looked ahead, already knowin’ once we touched Greystone again, it wasn’t gon’ be no playin’ around.
That’s when I noticed Kay’Lo lookin’ all crazy and shit.!His face shifted outta nowhere, like somethin’ hit him, and he rubbed his face slow before lookin’ down for a second.
“Nigga… what the fuck wrong with you?” I asked, turnin’ my head toward him.
He kept rubbin’ his face like he was tryna clear his head before he answered.
“I forgot somethin’.”
I frowned, not likin’ how that shit sounded.
“What the fuck you forgot?”
He paused like he was thinkin’, then shook his head like he ain’t even wanna say it out loud.
“Nothin’. I just gotta go get somethin’ real quick.”
Pressure leaned forward in his seat, already lookin’ irritated. “Nigga… is it really that serious?”
Kay’Lo nodded once, but he ain’t look up.
“Yeah… it is…”
I kept my eyes on him, watchin’ him closer now ’cause that shit wasn’t soundin’ right at all.
“Nigga you scarin’ me,” I said, my voice lower this time. “What the fuck you forgot?”
He finally looked up at me, and for a second, it was like he ain’t even wanna deal with the conversation.
“Man, I said I got it.”
Pressure let out a breath and leaned back like he was already over it.
“Nigga… what the fuck you done forgot?”
Kay’Lo ain’t answer that time. He just sat there with that look on his face, then waved it off like he was done talkin’ about it.
“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. “We good. Just go.”
I stared at him for another second, then leaned back in my seat, still watchin’ him out the corner of my eye while Pressure gave the signal.
The door closed, then the engine kicked up.
A few seconds later, the jet lifted off the ground, carryin’ us right back to Greystone with everything already set in place.
Later that night, me, Pressure and ‘Lo was back at the Airbnb where Sha’Nelle was, and everything about how we was sittin’ in the house felt different from earlier, ’cause now we wasn’t just talkin’ about what happened to Sha’Nelle no more—was actin’ on that shit.
We had been here all day, lettin’ time pass, and waitin’ on the right moment to start pullin’ strings without rushin’ into shit that could come back on us.
The plan wasn’t complicated, but it had to be done right, and that meant lettin’ Sha’Nelle’s fake ass homegirl bring the problem to us instead of us runnin’ out blind lookin’ for it.
Sha’Nelle sat on the couch with her phone in her hand, quiet for the most part, but I could tell she was feelin’ everything all over again now that it was time to actually handle business.
She had been playin’ it cool like I told her to, answerin’ calls, respondin’ the same way she always did, and not givin’ Yunique not one reason to think somethin’ was off, and that was the only reason this shit even had a chance to work.
“Go ahead, and call that bitch,” I told her, my direct.
She looked at me for a second like she ain’t even wanna do it, but she already knew what it was. Once we locked in on somethin’, it wasn’t no talkin’ us out of it. These niggas played and stole my cousin’s money so we was most definitely gon’ get that shit back in blood.
‘Nelle hit the call button and put it on speaker, settin’ the phone down on the table while we all listened.
Yunique picked up quick.
“Hey, girl. You good?” she answered, her voice soundin’ like she was really concerned.
Sha’Nelle swallowed before she answered, but when she spoke, she kept it exactly how she been keepin’ it.
“I’m just nervous over here by myself,” she said. “This shit got me fucked up a lil’ bit.”
“You want me to come by?” she asked. “I can at least bring you somethin’ or sit with you for a minute. Do you need somethin’?”
Sha’Nelle glanced at me for half a second before she answered.
“Yeah… I need some more bandages. I’m out, and my arm been hurtin’ like a bitch.”
“A’ight, send me the address,” Yunique said without hesitatin’. “I’m finna head that way.”
The call ended, and Sha’Nelle sent the address right after.
She ain’t say nothin’ after that. She just sat there with her eyes locked on the floor like she was tryna keep herself together without lettin’ it show too much.
She already knew how this was about to go, and even if she ain’t like it, she understood that this was past talkin’ now.
This was past police reports and all that other dumb shit.
About an hour later, Sha’Nelle’s phone lit up again.
“She outside,” Sha’Nelle said, starin’ at the text on her phone.
I watched her face while she spoke, makin’ sure she understood the assignment. Then she called Yunique.
“The door unlocked,” she told her. “Just come in. My arm hurtin’ too damn bad to keep gettin’ up.”
“It’s cool friend. I’m comin’ in,” Yunique replied.
A few seconds later, we heard the door open. Yunique stepped in like it was nothin’, and that was exactly why this worked, ’cause to her slow ass, nothin’ about this shit felt off.
Her whole face changed the second she saw me. I stepped out from the side and put the barrel of my gun right to her head before she could even react.
“Get yo’ bitch ass in the house,” I told her, pushin’ the door shut behind her with my foot.
Her whole body tensed up, and she stumbled forward, her hands comin’ up slow like she ain’t know what to do with ’em.
Pressure and ‘Lo moved past us and stepped outside real quick, checkin’ around the car to make sure she ain’t bring nobody with her, and when they came back in, the look on their faces already told me we was clear.
By that time, I had her on her knees in the middle of the floor. She was cryin’ now with her breath shaky and her eyes dartin’ around like she was lookin’ for a way out that wasn’t there.
“Say bitch… where them niggas at?” I asked, keepin’ the gun to her temple.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about,” she cried, her voice tremblin’ while she tried to play dumb.
I pulled the hammer back slow so she could hear it.
“Don’t do that,” I told her. “Don’t play with me.”
She started cryin’ harder, shakin’ her head.
“I swear I don’t know—”
“If I get to three and you still playin’ stupid, I’m gon’ lay yo’ ass down right here,” I cut in, my voice calm but serious.
“One…”
She kept cryin’.
“Two…”
“Okay, okay! Fuck!” she yelled, breakin’ before I even had to finish.
I looked over at Sha’Nelle for a second, and she couldn’t even look back at me. She just turned her head like she was done with anything that had to do with Yunique, and I understood that part, so I ain’t press it.
“Call him,” I told Yunique, nudgin’ her with the gun. “Find out where he at.”
“I don’t know where he be—”
I pressed the barrel harder against her head.
“That’s exactly why you gon’ find out.”
She nodded fast, wipin’ her face before she picked her phone up with shaky hands and dialed that nigga’s number. He answered.
“Where you at?” she asked, tryna keep her voice from breakin’.
“I’m at the crib,” he said. “With Myke and Zah.”
I ain’t say nothin’ right away, but I looked down at Yunique while she still had the phone in her hand, and the way she ain’t question shit or hesitate to give these niggas up, let me see all this shit clearly for what it was.
Somethin’ told me Kwest, Myke and Zah was the three niggas we was lookin’ for.
I could just tell by the way Yunique was actin’ that we had the right people.
This bitch wasn’t just caught up in it. She helped line all this shit up with them.