Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Posydiann
I had just fallen to sleep when a phone started ringing in the room. I was fully prepared to ignore that shit when Syn hit my shoulder.
“Psy, that’s your phone,” she moaned while still asleep.
My eyes popped open and I immediately reached for my phone. A call at this time of night only meant one thing. Kal’s name was across my screen, which meant he had something good for me.
I answered the phone and slipped out of bed. Syn wasn’t a heavy sleeper, so she heard everything.
“Yo,” I answered in a hushed tone, easing out of bed.
“I got that for you. And in light of what happened earlier, you probably wanna meet me up here. I already called Killah; he’s on his way.”
“I’m headed that way right now.” I hung up the phone, moving into my closet. I stepped into a pair of black sweats then pulled a hoodie over my head. I threw on a pair of socks, slipped on slides, and walked back into the bedroom.
Karsyn was sitting up, rubbing her head, then she looked directly at me. “Where are you going?”
I looked at her for a moment. Though our room was dark, the streetlight peeked in, giving me the perfect visual of her.
“If I told you I was going to kill yo’ daddy, what would you say?”
“I’d say get it done quick and hurry home.”
Her response brought a smile to my lips. She didn’t even hesitate. “Aight, gimme a kiss and go back to sleep.”
I moved toward her and lowered my face across the bed to kiss her. On some straight nasty shit, she licked my lips then tried to give me a quick peck. I caught her ass before she could pull back.
When I finally left the house, I was ready to handle things and take it home.
This afternoon, when I got the call from Kolton, my whole core shook.
Even when I got eyes on her I didn’t feel right.
I had to be in her space, to make sure she was alright.
She seemed fine, and that alone calmed me, but I still craved the death of the motherfucker who set this up.
Charles Curr. Who was he to think he could threaten what was mine?
I wanted his blood so badly my own boiled.
He had to die tonight, along with Winston, who had done a good job of hiding. Too bad he wasn’t better than those who found him.
The ride to the pier was quick, considering I sped the whole way and didn’t stop at a light. I wanted all of this done, so I could go home to my family. When I pulled up to the warehouse, Killah’s vehicle was already parked right next to Kal’s.
I hopped out of the car, headed toward the entrance when my phone started ringing. I expected it to be Syn, seeing as I knew she wasn’t going right back to sleep after I left. To my surprise it wasn’t her at all, but the number Oren usually called from.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“Been mowing that shit down, boss. I heard about what happened earlier. You need me to come clean something up?” he asked, concern etched in his voice.
“Nah, I’ma clean this one up myself. NorthPark party finished?”
“Hell yeah. The last party was this morning.” He laughed.
“Good look. I’ll let you know if I have any more overtime.”
“Bet.”
By the time we hung up, I was inside the warehouse where I heard whimpering and laughing. Up front was one of my normal guards, who greeted me immediately.
“Evening, boss. Are you good?” He still had sleep in his eyes, which meant Killah woke his ass up when he got here.
“Easy pickings. Who else is here with you?”
“Terse. He’s up top.”
I nodded, then continued to where I heard talking. When I turned the corner, my eyes landed on Killah and Kal.
“Took you long enough.”
I waved Killah off and focused the fat motherfucker hanging from the ceiling on a gambrel. He was low enough to stand on his feet, but knowing Kal, he wouldn’t be doing that for long.
“Why is he sleeping? Like this is nap time or something?” I questioned, standing back.
“What? You want him up?” Kal asked, walking over to the table a few feet away. On it was a blue tablecloth below several items.
“Wide awake,” Killah answered.
“My pleasure.” Kal removed a taser from the table then walked over and pressed it against Winston’s neck.
A few taps on the button later, Mayor Winston was jolted awake. His eyes jumped around the room as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“Damn, thought you wouldn’t have to see us again, big homie. And this time I brought the cleaning supplies. Everything name brand for your transition.” Kal pointed to the disinfectant on the tarp under where he stood.
I held the laugh trying to escape my lips because Kal was a fool.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I’on really wanna hear that. The time for you to shoot it straight and save your own life is done. Now this is about that little blue house on Hollis and River. Save them; because you can no longer save yourself.”
“I’ll tell you whatever. The North Par—” he started.
“Yo, you must not've seen the news. You boutta lie on them and all their asses are dead. The last member got mowed down this morning. Give it to me straight, big homie,” Kal cut in, interrupting whatever he was about to say.
At this point, I didn’t even want that. There was only one thing I wanted and that was a location on Curr. “Where is Charles Curr?”
“I don—”
“Kal, give him an incentive. I don’t have all night and I promised my wife I’d be quick.”
“Hmph, okay.” Kal grabbed a handheld torch from the table and started toward Winston. Seconds later, Winston screamed out in agony.
I stuffed my hands into my pockets and watched Winston attempt to catch his breath.
“Aight, so I’ma ask again, and depending on what you say, we go on the river tonight.” I opened my mouth to ask but Winston was already speaking.
“We were supposed to meet at his home in Westvale. That’s where he’s been laying low.” Winston spoke hurriedly.
I nodded. “See, that was easy. You probably should’ve done this in the first place. Now what’s the address, and at any given moment, how many people are there?”
Winston cried. “It’s usually just him and whoever he’s partying with that night. Guards are sent home because he wants privacy. The address is nineteen eleven West Stoneridge Place.”
“That’s dumb.” Kal put the torch down and picked up the duct tape.
“Whose car are we taking?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I turned on my feet to walk out of the warehouse. I heard the gunshot behind me, then what sounded like a big flop.
After about fifteen minutes, Killah and Kal emerged from the warehouse. Killah hit the locks on his truck and I hopped in the back seat.
After reiterating the address to them, I closed my eyes. I was tired. That was another indication that I was getting too old for this. I wasn’t up for the late-night missions anymore. However, tonight was necessary, because Curr had to get what was coming to him.
The feel of the car coming to a stop jolted me awake.
“That door is open,” Kal said, voice heavy with anticipation.
I glanced in the direction of the house, and he was right, the front door was open. When I looked up at the doorway, somebody was walking out. I recognized the face instantly and hopped out of the car.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kolton?”
“Handling the situation.”
I tilted my head to the side, trying to figure out if I heard him correctly. “He in there?”
“What’s left of him.”
“Kal, check that out.” I glanced over my shoulder briefly before looking back at Kolton. My wife’s fucking brother.
Kal went in and returned seconds later, shaking his head. “Yup, you’re the typa nigga I don’t wanna cross. Forehead holes are messy as fuck.”
I didn’t believe it, so I had to see it for myself. I went in, followed by Kolton. As soon as I entered the room, my eyes locked on the infamous Charles Curr or what was left of him. He had a hole in his forehead and another in the chest.
I just looked at him, wrapped in a silver silk robe, his cigar lit on the table right in front of him.
You would have never been fit to run Watertown. The water would have never respected you.
I’d seen enough, so I turned to leave, sure not to touch anything on the way out. “Who knows you’re here?” I asked Kolton over my shoulder.
“Nobody. I came here to confront him and he said he would rather be dead than Karsyn be married to you. So I made sure his threat was only a threat.”
I didn’t know how to feel about that, so I didn’t speak on it.
“House fire,” I said, looking at Kal.
“Gas leak would be easier. By the time anyone comes out here, it’ll be levelled,” Kal responded, as if he had already been thinking about it.
I nodded. The moment I laid eyes on Charles, a weight lifted for me. The motherfucker who had not only killed my uncle and tried to take my home from me but also tried to kill my wife was no longer on this earth. I hated that he didn’t die by my hands, then again, it probably wasn’t meant.
“Gon’ ahead on.” I looked at Kolton before going back to the house.
He stood there for a moment, then did as I asked, getting into his sports car and speeding off.
“What are you thinking?” Killah’s voice next to me made me turn to look at him. He was rolling up.
“Shit, I think I’ma barbecue this weekend. Put some steaks on the grill and chill for a while.”
Killah nodded, then put the blunt to his lips. “That sounds like a plan. I’ll bring the chicken.”
When Kal was finished, he let us know we had about thirty minutes before everything he’d unplugged and cut on inside the house ignited. We hopped into Killah’s truck and headed back to the city.
“I’ll touch base with the fire investigator in the coming days,” Kal said a few minutes into the drive.
“Why?” I asked from the back seat.
“Pay off, and make it clean. Unless that ain’t what you want.”
“Nope, let it be a mess. Barbeque this weekend, bring the water,” I said with my eyes closed.
Killah laughed. “What type of water are we talking? Real water or the water from the liquor store?”