Chapter 19
Ty sat on Londa’s balcony, her bruises and swelling finally began to heal.
The city lights looked back at her while the cars below crawled around like glowing roaches.
She hadn’t thought about Kyst since he threatened to smack the shit out of her for playing with Nyla, that shit cut her deep enough to kill her.
Her mind wanted to let him go, but her heart was holding on to that nigga for dear life, he had a different type of hold on her.
Londa stepped outside with matching war wounds and a rolled blunt, just what Ty needed to clear cloudy mind.
“You cool?” she asked, taking a seat in the chair next to Ty.
Ty took a second to reply and lie, “Yeah, I’m good. I think I’m gon’ go back to Harlem.”
Londa frowned her face, “I know you ain’t letting that bitch run you out this city.”
It wasn’t that, she just wanted to be far away from Kyst, she couldn’t take the way he was handling her.
“Nah.”
“You pressed about Kyst,” Londa rolled her eyes, “Fuck these niggas. All of ‘em!”
Ty still couldn’t believe what Londa told her about Chello setting her up to fight, that was a bitch ass move in her eyes. Londa leaned back in her seat and took a long pull of the weed and closed her eyes.
“Chello hurt you, didn’t he?”
“Nope.”
Ty took a breath, “You don’t have to play tough with me, I know you love that nigga.”
Londa opened her eyes, “I don’t love no nigga.”
The night air felt thick and heavy, like a storm was brewing around them.
“What do you love?”
A long pause fell between them, “Money. You trying to make some?”
Ty laughed, “What?”
“Ten thousand.”
Ty’s eyes grew wide because she was dead broke, “Bitch, for ten thousand, I’ll kill a muthafucka!”
Londa raised a brow and Ty’s smile disappeared; Londa wasn’t joking.
“Chello.”
Ty grabbed the blunt, “What about him?”
Londa’s eyes drifted toward the skyline, “Can I trust you, Ty?”
“Bitch, yes.”
“Chello has a way of reminding people where they stand, now I have to stand on business.”
Ty was trying to read between her lines, but Londa was pissing her off talking in circles.
“What you need from me?” Ty asked straight out because she knew that bitch didn’t want her to kill Chello because it was a strong hell no.
“Chello got enemies that want him out the way and they want me to do it,” she admitted as Ty played it cool, but her heart was pounding. She knew her cousin wasn’t wrapped tight, but that bitch had to have lost her mind.
“And?”
Ty studied her carefully, she hadn’t heard the whole plan, but she understood enough.
“Every nigga with power has a weakness, Chello’s is Nyla. To hurt her is to hurt him.”
Now she was speaking Ty’s language; she would love nothing more than to hurt Nyla in any way.
She despised that bitch with everything in her, the humiliation in both cities, a dark smile slowly appeared on her face.
She should’ve thought her cousin was insane for even bringing that shit to her, but instead, Ty was intrigued with the thought.
Londa noticed the shift in Ty, the excitement, the malice in her smile, the eagerness, and for the first time, she felt like Ty could be useful to her.
“You in?”
“For ten racks?”
Londa nodded, “She gotta be hurt, hurt. Handle it however you want, set her up, lure her in, I really don’t care how you go about it, I just need Chello knocked off his square and vulnerable so I can handle my part.”
Ty had to ask, “You gone kill him for real?”
Londa’s eyes lowered, she didn’t answer, she just nodded. Neither of them noticed the danger in what they were plotting to do. Revenge had a way of making people feel powerful, even when it was leading them straight to hell.
Londa hadn’t answered a single call or text from Chello for a few days and she had never done that.
She had to get her emotions under control because what Jada said was lingering in her head.
Something about a bitch having one up on her didn’t sit well in her spirit.
Jada was on Londa’s list, too, and that wasn’t a good place to be for anyone.
“What’s up? I heard you got your ass whooped out west,” Cease said as soon as she walked in his spot.
“I ain’t never got whooped.”
“Shid, your face says otherwise. Anyway, what’s up?”
“He got two safes in his house on Homan, his work is in two different traps - one on 15th and Christiana, 16th and Drake. I know his every move, line your niggas.”
“Damn, he must’ve pissed you off, but baby, I need you to tell me something I don’t know, like the nigga is dead or something.”
Londa looked at Cease, she was already irritated, “If you want him dead that bad, go kill the nigga yourself and see how that shit turns out for you.”
Cease leaned back in the leather chair he was sitting in, Londa sat across from him, legs crossed, attitude on a hundred.
She thought about giving Cease the drop on all Chello’s spots and the codes to his safes that she memorized.
Then it hit her…fuck Cease and Chello, she could play those niggas against one another and rob them both.
A small smile tugged at her lips unknowingly.
“The fuck you smiling for?” he spat with a slight mug.
“I changed my mind, Cease. I don’t want shit to do with this. I never should’ve gotten involved in y’all’s shit. You a street nigga, handle it the street way.”
“So you walking away from fifty thousand?”
“Yup, all money ain’t good money.”
Cease blinked once and stared at her like she just disrespected his mother or something.
“You think you can just walk away from a deal like that?”
Londa wasn’t moved by Cease, she had her pistol ready in her purse, “Yup, I think I just realized I don’t want to be in the mix of y’all’s shit.”
Cease hopped up fast, Londa flinched that time, “You playing me?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, I’m done playing, Cease.”
Cease let out a short laugh with no humor in it, more like a warning, “It’s all good, make sure you don’t get hit in the crossfire.”
Londa left Cease with a smile on her face, she hopped in her car and rode east, away from both the west and south sides.
She needed some hungry niggas that didn’t fear neither Cease or Chello.
Cease’s words still echoed in her head, make sure you don’t get hit in the crossfire.
That was a threat to her, she smirked. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like Cease was selling her short from the beginning, fifty thousand to smoke a nigga of Chello’s caliber, that was bullshit to begin with.
She deserved more, way more, and she was going to get it.
She pulled out her phone and made a call to a nigga she knew, he picked up in two rings, she had that effect on niggas.
“What’s up, stranger?”
She giggled, “Don’t do that, I’ve been busy getting to a bag. You trying to get one with me?”
“What you talking?”
“I need a crew that ain’t scared to run up in some shit.”
“Scared?” he laughed, “What type of lick is this?”
“The kind that gets everybody paid and when I say paid, I ain’t talking about no chump change. Ten thousand for every nigga involved.”
That got his attention for sure; an hour later, Londa was at home with her feet kicked up putting her plan in motion. She had recruited some niggas that weren’t loyal to anyone except the money, exactly how she liked it.