Ch. 6 - twenty minutes earlier #3
Slamming the driver’s door, I ignored what she was talking ‘bout and entered the door I assumed led inside.
Walking down the long hallway, a chocolate musk surrounded us.
I could tell she cared a lot about her personal space.
It smelled like her in a way. Stepping through another door, I was hit with an open floor.
Shawty had damn near little to nothing in this bitch.
It was like she designed it that way. There was more open space than it was furniture, but it was comfy at the same time.
“Where to?”
“The stairs are around the corner and my bedroom is the first door on the right down the right hall.”
“You got kids and shit?” I asked. It was too much house for there not to be other muthafuckas in the picture.
“That really doesn’t matter now does it? You’ve forced your way into my home regardless and since I’m in an immobile state, I’m sure you plan on going from room to room to see what’s up. Just put me in bed so I can try and tolerate this pain.”
She had a smartass mouth and as much as it was irritating, it was just as sexy.
Shawty was in a lion’s den and still had the nerve to speak like she was the one with the upper hand.
The bitches I was used to dealing with were nothing more than people pleasers or should I say ready to please me.
They didn’t back talk like she did, and they damn sure didn’t test me the way she had since we got to her crib.
I liked this shit if I was being honest.
I followed her directions and stepped inside her bedroom.
It was just as spacious as the rest of the house.
Her bed was bigger than a muthafucka and she had so many mirrors in that bitch it was crazy.
My thoughts instantly went to how many movies she made in front of them hoes.
It was only right to capture the moments cause I damn sure would’ve had a fuckin’ ball.
Laying her on the bed, a lone tear fell down the side of her face. I didn’t know if it was from her life temporarily belonging to me now or the fact that she was really in pain. I lowkey felt sorry for her if it was the latter.
“What now?” I questioned towering over her.
“Leave me alone and get out my house while you at it.”
“No can do, shawty. I’m ‘bout to make myself at home. I ain’t leaving until I’m good and ready.”
“My name is Cheyonne, not shawty,” she corrected me.
“I really don’t give a fuck. All you need to do is lay yo’ crippled ass right there and welcome your guest with open arms whenever they decide to move ‘cause I ain’t going no fuckin’ where until I’m good and goddamn ready.”
Walking away, I shut the door behind me.
If she was telling the truth about being immobile, she wasn’t going nowhere no time soon.
Plus, everything that could get her out of here was down in the car.
Her phone, purse, and keys were far from reach.
I ran back down to her whip going for my laptop first. I had to jam everything in this bitch right the fuck now. I wasn’t taking no chances with shawty.
I pulled out my shit sitting it on the seat. I went to pecking seeing the spoiled ass brat had cameras, alarms, and plenty of other devices that could send signals to the outside world minutes later. I shut all that shit down. It was just me and her for the next few days.
All that shit she bought was left in the front seat.
I powered off her phone, grabbed my book bags, and made my way back inside.
She was right about one thing. Going from room to room was only right.
I needed her isolated until I had everything under control.
It was too many moves to make before I could get back to the Peaks.
The buyer for the diamonds was gon’ be in Sage Springs anywhere in the time frame of the next four days.
He would hit me when he touched down. I only had one chance to get these stones off and shawty was tucked in the boonies.
It was nothing to use her crib as a tradeoff then get the fuck on afterward.
I searched her entire crib collecting her MacBook, backup phones, iPads, Alexa’s, and every other electronic device I came across.
They were put into one of her spare bathroom’s tubs full of water.
She wouldn’t be needing any of that shit no time soon.
Plus, she had cake. She could repurchase all this shit again.
While they soaked, I searched up her disease. “Fibromyalgia is a long-term chronic condition characterized by widespread pain, fatigue, and other symptoms,” I read aloud. Damn, so she really is down for the count.
“Black!” she called out for me catching me by surprise. I momentarily forgot this was her crib and her special needs ass required assistance.
I made my way to her bedroom, and she’d managed to sit up a little. She looked so helpless; it wasn’t even funny. I couldn’t even crack a joke at her.
“What?” I asked annoyed. All that calling me was gon’ work my nerve.
“Can you get my meds out the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and bring them here?”
“Oh, now you need me. I thought you wanted me to leave you alone and get out,” I said mocking what she told me moments ago.
She sat there with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face.
I wasn’t even ‘bout to continue to give her hell.
She was suffering enough. I checked each door I came across until I reached her bathroom.
There was no medicine cabinet, so I assumed the large mirrors that sat over her sink opened.
I pressed the middle one and it popped out. She was too uppity for me.
“Aye, you got fifty’leven pill bottles in this muthafucka. Which one you want Walgreens?” I shouted over my shoulder.
“The pregabalins.”
I went through each one until I found it. I rinsed out the glass that sat along the sink filling it with water afterward. Exiting the bathroom, I was starting to feel like a caregiver in this bitch. I ain’t like that shit. “I got to help you take it, too?”
“If you don’t mind?”
“I do mind… actually, but it ain’t like I got a fuckin’ choice right now. You stiff as a muthafuckin’ slack right now. You look like Regis Gilbin if I’m being real,” I jested.
“Who?” she questioned like she ain’t know who the fuck I was talking ‘bout.
“The nigga from Clarence.”
“From who?”
“Aye, how old you is, shawty?” She was starting to get on my nerves acting like she ain’t know shit for real.
“Thirty in a few months.”
“Damn! I done fucked around and pulled a gun on somebody grandma. OG really ain’t fuckin’ with me now. How long this fibro shit supposed to last?”
“You need to get the fuck out my house. Like, right now.”
“I already told you what was up, and I ain’t repeating myself. Here,” I said extending the pill that sat in the top in her direction.
“I need two.” I dropped another one in there and shoved it back in her face.
She sat upright at a slow pace expressing pain all over her face.
She opened her mouth, and I tossed them bitches in there.
I assisted her with the water afterward.
Apparently, I gave her too much at a time because she was making a muffling sound for me to stop as some of it dripped down her chin, wetting her shirt.
“My fault. I don’t usually deal with special muthafuckas.”
“Thank you,” she said rolling her eyes.
“What you need from a nigga now? I ain’t ‘bout to be rippin’ and runnin’ ‘round here like I’m some damn maid.”
“Nothing, Black. I don’t need shit else from you.”
I put her pills on the nightstand she had beside her bed and walked out.
It wasn’t shit she could do other than watch tv.
She better had busied herself ‘cause I was damn sure ‘bout to do it for myself.
Once I got back downstairs, I pulled out my cell and turned on the tv downstairs.
I needed to check in with Twenty-One as well as check the news.
Ace number was dialed, and he answered after the first ring. A nigga couldn’t get a word in before he was hollerin’ through the speaker. “Nigga you good?”
“Boy, I’m slick as oil. You better know I got the hell up out of there. I am caught the fuck up though. The whip I tried to lay low in belonged to this bad as crippled bitch. I’m at her shit right now.”
“Nigga what? You kidnapped a cripple bitch? I know that ain’t what the fuck I just heard,” he said questioning what I let fly.
“I’m telling you, she fine as hell, but she one of them special needs muthafuckas. That ain’t the point though. I needed somewhere to lay ‘cause guess who the fuck made the city hot.”
Hulk was the next to shout like I had a hearing impediment.
“That’s not my fault, Black. The security guard drew on me first. I don’t know what the fuck Kiera did, but she had to alert that nigga.
He damn near had eyes on us the entire time.
She didn’t even handle the jewels right.
TJ had to clear the sections on his own while me and that nigga tussled.
She already had the bread bagged up, so I had that tucked on me. I’m telling you, that bitch set us up!”
“Give her, her share to make sure the bitch incriminated. Record that shit and make sure she don’t say no names. I’ll deal with her when I get back. Y’all fucked this up Hulk. We’ll go over this shit when I get back.”
“Bet. What you gon’ do ‘bout them stones?”
“I’m hitting the buyer in a few to discuss the tradeoff. Once the deal is done, I’m getting the hell out the Springs and back to the city. Y’all know how this shit go. Don’t run yo fuckin’ mouth ‘bout a damn thing we do,” I stated loud and clear.
It was an unspoken rule for Twenty-One that whoever spoke on the plays earned himself a grave. I was the nigga to put them there and they knew it, too. I was praying they ain’t test me for real.
“We got it. Aye, don’t do nothing to that lady man. She already going through enough if she special the way you say. Hit me when you need us nigga,” Ace chimed.
“Will do.” I hung up and focused on the television screen. I picked up the remote and turned it up so I could hear what the hell the news anchor was rattling off.
“Kinfolk Galleria experienced a shooting an hour ago with victims being hospitalized. Many were sent to the hospital from the stampede that occurred after shots rang out in XXIV Carats jewelry store. Aside from the many injured, the security guard Donald Higgins is in critical condition. He was shot in his chest twice barely missing his heart. There are no suspects at the moment. Stay tuned to PWN for more updates.”
Muting the tv, I threw the remote across the room as I released a hearty laugh.
Niggas really found it hard to do one simple fuckin’ job.
Where the fuck in the plan did it say shoot a muthafucka in his goddamn chest?
I was running down my play from A to B in my head trying to make sure I wasn’t tripping.
Hulk was a fuckin’ problem. Every time shit didn’t go his way, he wanted to drop a nigga.
That shit was getting old and to be honest, it didn’t even have to resort to that.
They could’ve threatened him fa sho and held him off until they were out the door.
Shot in the air once or twice and got the fuck out.
Now it was somebody on they death bed when that was never in the plans.
“Them stupid muthafuckas gon’ be the reason you get sat down, Black,” I spoke aloud.
I really ain’t have a choice but to kick it with shawty until the buyer came through.
This entire day was starting to irritate the fuck out of me.
I strolled to her kitchen and went rummaging through that bitch.
All I could focus on was a meal to settle my nerves.
I ate whenever I got stressed the fuck out.
To my surprise, all I came across was healthy shit.
“Where the fuck is the real food at in this bitch? And what the fuck is this green shit? Aye. Aye!” When she didn’t holler back, I shut the fridge and jogged upstairs taking the steps two at a time. Opening her door, I said, “Aye, what the fuck we s’pose to eat ‘round this muthafucka?”
I noticed she had slumped down in her bed.
Ain’t this ‘bout a bitch. Walking over to her, I stood over her body. She laid there like a lifeless doll sleeping. Was it peaceful? I didn’t have a fuck ass clue.
To be honest, shawty looked like she was mirroring an iron board from how straight and stiff she was.
I hated that for her lowkey. She looked uncomfortable as hell.
I was leaving the same way I entered, letting her be for the rest of the night.
Rabbit food it is.