Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
King
Iwas stressed the hell out, and Rellianah wasn’t making this shit any easier.
Honestly, I had been silently praying that Cream would drag her stubborn ass back home so I could handle everything myself and bring Layloni back safe.
But Rellianah? She planted her feet like concrete. I couldn’t do shit but respect that.
I couldn’t even be mad at her for being pissed at me. Truth was, I was mad at myself for letting this whole situation spiral this damn far. My father would’ve never allowed shit to get out of control like this.
That realization sat heavy in my chest.
When all of this was over, I already knew one thing, I needed to stop playing games with my life. I was tired of moving reckless. Tired of treating relationships like they didn’t matter.
For the first time in a long time, I caught myself thinking about settling down… really settling down… with one woman.
And that woman was Layloni.
But even thinking that made me feel a little uneasy. Because I didn’t want my decision to be based on guilt or sympathy. Did I want her because I cared about her… or because I felt responsible for the hell she was going through?
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck while my thoughts ran wild.
Another problem was, I didn’t know if I could actually walk away from the other women I kept on rotation.
That was the ugly truth. The more I thought about it, the more it started to feel like my sudden urge for commitment came from guilt.
And yeah… I could admit that shit. I had gotten used to way the things were in my life. I even grown content with the shit.
So I told myself that I just wanted Layloni safe. After that, we could figure out what we were to each other. Even if it meant just being friends.
That thought alone made my jaw tighten. Because being just friends with Layloni would be hard as hell…
especially if she cut me off completely.
She was a good ass woman with a good head attached to her shoulders.
On top of that her pussy was fire. The thought of another nigga touching her or even getting a sniff of it made my rage boil.
Yeah… that selfish part of me couldn’t stomach that shit.
I ran my hand down my face. I couldn’t help myself when it came to her.
Guilt ate me alive thinking about the fact that I could’ve been moving on this situation weeks ago.
Instead, I moved slow trying to calculate some shit.
Now all I could think about was the damage she might’ve already taken.
I wondered if she was hurt, what she was thinking. This was the kind of trauma that changed people either for better or worse. Layloni was strong, no doubt about that. But even the strongest people broke eventually.
Another stubborn thought crossed my mind.
Why the hell didn’t she tell me she was going down south to see her mom? That part kept bothering me.
It was selfish as hell of her to disappear without telling anybody where she was going… especially knowing the situation she had with Glen and the money she stole from him. It was reckless. Fucking stupid, I couldn’t understand how she fell for whatever trap that end up getting her ass snatched.
I made a mental note to ask her about that once I got her back.
If I got her back…
“So we going straight through the front door,” Khaos said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No hesitation. No questions asked. We knocking shit down.”
He stood in the middle of the hotel suite going over Rellianah’s last-minute plan while she paced back and forth across the living room like a caged animal. Since Cream left, she hadn’t stopped moving. Blunt after blunt. Shot after shot. She barely said anything besides the occasional instruction.
The tension rolling off her had everybody on edge.
Except Cease. His fat ass was sprawled comfortably across the couch like we weren’t about to walk into a damn war zone.
Dude was munching on a bag of hot fries, taking bites from a Snickers bar while texting on his phone like this was a damn lunch break.
That was just Cease though. If the nigga wasn’t eating something, he was complaining. Despite his nonchalance, he was probably the best shooter in the room.
Cease was smart, calm, and precise. When he pulled a trigger, somebody was dying. Him and Khaos already had entire states and overseas connections locked down. At a young age, both of them were already legends.
“That’s the plan,” Rellianah finally said, stopping her pacing. “I don’t give a fuck how messy it starts… it ends clean.” She took a slow pull from her blunt before continuing.
“We move at nine sharp. Anybody inside that house dies.” She clarified.
“King gets three minutes with his uncle. Ask whatever closure bullshit you need to ask… then kill him.” She flicked ash into the tray.
“If you don’t… I will.” Her eyes left mine to sweep the room.
“The only people walking out alive is us, Layloni, and that hoe Shadonna.” She plopped down in the chair finally sitting down.
“I’m definitely not raising her bastard kids.” She passed the blunt to Khaos.
Cease chuckled at her crazy revelation.
“Yeah, we definitely need to wrap this shit up,” Cease said while licking hot fry dust off his fingers. “Friday one of my hoes cooking oxtails. Cream said he might bring the kids through.” He glanced at Rellianah.
“Hopefully you ain’t still in the doghouse by then.” He chuckled out.
Rellianah flipped him off without even looking at him.
“I mean… you really fucked up this time, Relli,” he added casually.
“Cease shut the fuck up and eat, nigga,” she snapped. “Don’t worry about what’s going on with me and my man. We fine.”
She said it with confidence, but I could tell by the looks Cease and Khaos exchanged that they weren’t buying it.
They knew her too well. Rellianah was sweating bullets to get back home to Cream and her kids.
I couldn’t blame her. Watching her and Cream together over the years was the realest love I had ever seen.
That nigga Cream went from threatening to leave her… to giving her two days to come home.
She had her husband wrapped around her pretty lethal fingers.
“Alright,” Rellianah said suddenly, standing up. “I’m taking a shower. Y’all get the fuck out… and take Kyle with you.”
She started walking toward her private room when Kyle finally spoke up in his calm, proper voice.
“Excuse me, Boss Lady… but my orders are to stay with you at all times.” He cleared his throat, poking his bird chest out.
She turned slowly. If looks could kill, Kyle would’ve been dead on the spot.
“Whatever, Kyle,” she spat. “Just stay the fuck out of my way.”
Even though she was pissed, I could see Kyle fighting back laughter. He knew better than to actually laugh though. Rellianah was crazy enough to kill him just for disrespect.
“You think this shit funny, Kyle?” she asked coldly.
She spun around, grabbed Cease’s gun off his lap, and started walking toward him.
“No, Boss Lady,” Kyle raised his hands to mock surrender.
“Then why the fuck your eyes smiling?” She squinted her eyes.
Before she could do anything stupid, I stood up and snatched the gun from her hand.
“Man leave this white boy alone,” I said shaking my head. “You just a crazy ass woman.”
I put the gun on safety before I tossed it back to Cease.
“Of course, he thinks this funny. Look at how you acting.” I cocked my head to the side.
Her gray eyes cut into me like knives. Cease and Khaos laughed.
“I mean damn, Rellianah… if you kill Kyle, you definitely ain’t going home to Cream.” Cease shrugged.
“Yeah, that nigga actually likes big dog Kyle… He fasho will divorce you behind doing some foul shit like killing a nigga he thoroughly vetted to protect you.” Khaos added.
“Y’all get the fuck out,” she snapped.
She stormed into her room and slammed the door. The second the door closed, we all sat there staring at each other in silence. Before we all shared a laugh.
“I bet twenty racks she don’t follow this plan,” Cease said between bites. “She gonna be the first one shooting.” He looked over at Khaos.
“Nah,” Khaos said seriously. “Rellianah stick to the script. She ain’t that crazy.”
Cease shook his head.
“Nigga it’s a bet.”He grinned.
“She ain’t shot nobody in a minute. Thinking about this shit probably got her pussy wet.” Cease chuckled.
Khaos laughed.
“You wild for that… but bet. I want my money. You don’t pay up, I’ll tell that nigga Cream you’ve been imagining his wife’s pussy being wet.” Khaos warned.
He stood up first and we all followed him toward the door. Poor Kyle stayed behind to babysit the devil.
It was eight-thirty on the dot. We sat around the corner from Prince’s estate seven cars deep with armed men, waiting on Rellianah’s order.
I looked over at Rellianah and found it quite comical how she looked.
She rocked some sort of all-black cat suite with a bulletproof vest strapped tight on the outside of her outfit.
Two long Indian braids hung down to her waist with a black bandana tied to her head.
She smoked on a blunt then passed it to Cease, as she fixed her leather gloves.
She pulled a big AR-15 riffle into her lap, screwed on the silent buffer as her gray eyes looked up at me with excitement.
I couldn’t do nothing but shake my damn head.
When I looked at my watch, the time said eight-fifty.
My stomach tightened; I didn’t know how this shit was going to go.
We really didn’t plan this shit out thoroughly; we were coming to take and kill.
Rellianah said something on the walkie talkie she had, then threw it down on the floor.
The trucks started to move and I knew it was action time.
When we pulled onto Prince’s street and got outside of his huge estate, he had security up the ass like I expected. I made sure my pistols were loaded and ready to go. Rellianah threw some black paint all over her face and hopped out first, making us all go into action.
She let her gun talk first, as all of her men tried their best to cover her. The two men at the gate were dead within seconds as she typed in a code, ready to go to war with the other armed men behind the gate. Cease chuckled and rubbed his fingers together before speaking.
“Khaos, I told yo bitch ass she would shoot first; I want my twenty racks Blood.”
“Shut yo fat ass up and focus,” Khaos spat as we ran in the gate, taking down anything moving.