Chapter 19
I got in my car and took off towards Brooklyn when my phone rang with a call from Bria. Why I smiled when I saw her number, I don’t know. I hadn’t fucked her, and that’s usually the kind of stuff that got reactions out of me. Things like looking forward to pussy that I liked in the past.
“Hello?”
“Yo,” I replied after our lines connected.
“Hey, are you busy?”
“Always, but what you need?”
“I need to see you. Can I come over to talk?”
She asked, and I looked over to the passenger seat where Pernelle had cried herself back to sleep.
“I’m actually on the other side of town right now. We can meet somewhere else.”
“That’s fine, as long as it’s low key.”
“Alright, I’m going to shoot you another address.”
I took the phone from my ear and typed in the address to the flat I owned in Harlem.
It was a place I purchased when I was attempting to be on my real estate shit like Hov.
I instead never put any time or effort into that place, and it has just been sitting there for two years, untouched and unfurnished.
“Can you please come soon, Crew. My niece is leaving soon, and I want to go spend time with her tonight before bed.”
“I got you. I’m like thirty minutes out.”
We hung up the phone, and I bent the corners while the car stayed silent until we got to my building. I helped Pernelle out of the car and into my condo.
“Order everything you need from DoorDash, , or wherever and have it delivered here until I find you a spot.”
“How am I supposed to order this stuff, Crew? I don’t have any money like that.”
I didn’t respond but went into my wallet and pulled out my card.
“Use this.”
“Okay, but are you going to bring the baby’s things in the car up here? I don't think they will be safe in the car all night?”
“I will when I get back. It will be alright back there in the meantime.”
“Okay.” She winced in pain as she sat down on the couch, and the look on her face told me it was too low. That’s when I went into the utility closet and grabbed a couple of pillows, putting them on the sofa to make Pernelle more comfortable.
Once I left my apartment, I walked past the adjacent unit and heard knocking coming from the inside.
That shit pissed me off because I told that bitch, I would kill her in an instant if she made one sound that traveled outside of this apartment.
I hope she knew I wasn’t bull shitting either. I will really wring her fuckin neck.
I grabbed my keys from my pocket and went over to the door to set this bitch straight, especially with Pernelle being in my spot today.
I purchased this next door apartment when I first moved into this building, but I only used it to store old clothes and furniture.
Inside was also a person who I been hiding from the world.
At least until I got done using her ass for bait for the other mutha fucka I want to kill. Her accomplice.
“Efunny! Get your ass the fuck up. You not sleep. I heard your ass.” I kicked her up from the ground, and she cracked her eyes open like she was dead to the world.
“Huh? Wha, wha, what’s going on?”
Her hair was all over her head and she looked like a fraction of the person I first locked up months ago.
Truth is, she was only alive because I was trying to use her to get Elijah, but he been distant with her ass.
The most response we could get out of him when I made her call was that he was out of town and would meet her again one day, once the smoke cleared.
To him, she was still on the run too; he just didn’t know that she wasn’t running from shit but waiting for her death sentence as soon as he got his.
“Call that nigga now and see if he is in New York. Pernelle apartment got trashed and I just thought about him potentially doing the shit. If not him then I know your people did it.”
“I mean I can call him, but I’m sure he still won’t tell me. He knows something is up. I can tell.”
“He doesn’t know shit, he may think some shit, but he doesn’t fuckin know. Call him and tell him you got another play or something. Tell him it’s big money waiting.”
“A play on who?”
“I don’t know, one of the Quatar family niggas or somebody. Tell him you found their spot, and y’all can get enough money to flee the country. Here, do it now.”
I grabbed the phone I had just for Efunny to call her sidekick on, and the phone rang a few times before the call picked up.
“Hello?”
“Yo, yo, you good? You straight?”
“Yeah, I’m straight and you?”
“I’m alright, man. Just trying to find some comfort out in Jersey. I ran out of all the money I had stacked up, so I’m hustling now. You still balling? You back in New York?”
“Nah, I'm not. I’m further south and I'm about to go to the West Coast to see what I can flip with the few thousand I have left. I will feel a little freer over there. I see they had another candlelight vigil in my honor a few weeks ago. I saw it on Facebook, and that’s why I try to stay off that shit. It’s just a reminder that I’m away from my family, but I know if I tell them I'm straight, they are going to run their mouths and put us on the radar for them crazy ass niggas.
I'm still on my out of sight out of mind shit.”
“Yeah, I feel that.”
She dropped her head, and the phone went silent.
“But yo, I know a way that we can escape Hov for good. We just have to have enough money for the passports to get out of the country because those IDs we got from Jake won’t be enough.”
“How are we supposed to get enough money for that. Jake said it would be $300,000 each for a completely new identity, and I only have $9,000 left from that Hov lick. That is money I have to live off of, and like I said, I’m trying to flip it.”
She looked up at me, and I mouthed the name “Quatar.”
“Uh, I found out where the Quatar family has a trap house from this nigga in this hotel I’m staying at now. I know that if we run up on them, we can get enough cash to make some real moves shake.”
“Quatar Family nigga, you crazy? They are probably deeper than Hov and Crew are.”
“Yeah, they may be deeper, but they are spread out over the course of about five different traps. If we go to the trap he told me about, there are only like three niggas on guard. It’s in Long Island and doesn’t need guarding as much because it’s supposed to be top secret.”
I sat back watching how good this bitch lies. You can tell she is a real woman because bitches lie better than men any day.
“I don’t know E. I’ll have to get back with you on that. I didn’t plan on coming back to NY anytime soon.”
“Yeah, me either, but we would be in and out, bro. Just think about it.”
“Alright, I will, but I have to roll, bro. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Alright, one nigga.”
She hung up the phone, and I snatched it back from her hand and then put the peeled off piece of tape back over her mouth.
“Now shut up with that thumping shit because if you disturb Pernelle next door again, I’m going to murder you and say fuck our deal.”
Her eyes shifting was the only response I got from her, but I know I just rocked her world with that revelation.
I didn’t even bother to push the needle in her wound and tell her that her bitch was pregnant by me because she was suffering enough.
Dumb ass just doesn’t know that once she helps me get her homie, she and him will be on a first class trip to wherever their destination is in the afterlife.