12. Schizo
CHAPTER TWELVE
SCHIZO
“ T hey just landed. I’m ’bout to meet ’em now and bring ’em,” I told Scar and disconnected the call.
As I stood there waiting for Donny and his men to exit the helicopter, my mind drifted back to Stoney. I didn’t intend for that kiss to take place and there was no telling what would happen had Donny not arrived when he did. I cheated on Kaylan. Something I had never done before. Sure, I didn’t initiate the kiss and it only lasted for a couple seconds, but that was still cheating and it made me feel like shit afterward.
Donny and two other men exited the helicopter and stepped in my direction. I shook hands with him and led ’em down to the office where Scar was waiting for us. Normally, I wouldn’t have conducted business on a yacht filled with people, but Donny was adamant ’bout getting up with us and even tossed us a few ends to hear him out. I didn’t think it was the best thing to be doing at the moment since he and his family was beefing with Tucker who had already reached out to us ’bout getting some weapons.
They kinda had us stuck in the middle of ’em and I wasn’t feeling the shit. Scar wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say. He saw no issue with it long as we were making a sale.
I took ’em to the bottom deck and opened the door to the office. Scar sat behind the desk with a cigar tucked between his lips. I gestured for ’em to enter and stepped in behind ’em, closing the door. What we were ’bout to discuss, I didn’t want anyone else to hear what was being said in this room.
“You damn near begged for this meeting, speak,” Scar instructed him, and Donny took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. I stood off in the corner of the room behind ’em. One thing we never did was leave our backs to anyone. We never knew what type of time people were on.
“Since y’all been gone, we’ve been having an issue with Tucker and his people. They’ve been stepping on our territory and stealing our shit. We need weapons and ammo to take their asses out. We heard that you all were the best in the business and wanted to offer to do business with y’all.”
“What type of weapons do you need?”
“We need explosives. Grenades, bazookas… whatever you can get yo’ hands on.”
“Nigga, you finna fight the World War or some shit?” I blurted, ’cause he couldn’t be fucking serious. This was the first time anyone had ever asked us for a fucking bazooka. He must had really lost his fucking mind.
Donny mugged me and turned back to face Scar. “Is that going to be an issue?”
“I am not ’bout to get you no fucking bazooka for yo’ ass to blow up half the fucking city. That’s out of the question.”
Donny’s hands balled into fists. I stayed alert to make sure that he didn’t swing on Scar or else we were gon’ beat their ass in this bitch.
“I really need that fucking bazooka.” He reached into his waistline and before he was able to pull his piece, I had two straps aimed at his men’s head and Scar had his drawn at him.
“This the exact reason why I ain’t giving y’all ass one. You not ’bout to blow me to fucking hell.”
“I wouldn’t reach for those guns if I were you,” I told his men, and that was when they both realized I already had ’em at gunpoint.
Scar screwed the silencer onto his gun ’cause he didn’t want to alert everyone else on the yacht once he pulled the trigger. Donny and his men weren’t making it off this boat. What could have been a potential way to make some cash quickly turned into a murder. We already knew that if we allowed ’em to walk out of here, it was a possibility that they’d come after us later.
Scar sent a bullet straight through Donny’s skull and his body slumped in the chair. He then dropped the other two men one by one. Normally, we’d call the clean-up crew to clean this mess up but since we weren’t home, we had to do it ourselves. We were trained for instances like this.
I slipped my guns back into my waistline and unbuttoned my shirt, stripping all the way to my briefs since I was wearing all-white and didn’t want to return back to the party with a speck of blood on me. Scar undressed as well then we proceeded to search the office for shit that could clean the blood stains and help us dump their bodies overboard. They were gon’ have to go into the ocean ’cause by the time we got back to the dock, the yacht was gon’ reek of death.
I peeked out the door to ensure that no one was near the office before going over and grabbing the first guy by the legs while Scar got on the phone and called Sean, our cousin, to let him know what was going on so he could keep everyone away from this side of the yacht. Sean wasn’t into our illegal activities, but he knew of ’em.
“We got some fish that we need to dump. Make sure that everyone stays over there,” he instructed him and disconnected the call. He then grabbed the guy by the arms and helped me carry him out the office and up to the deck. We tossed all their asses overboard, not giving a damn that they might resurface and someone finds ’em. We’d be long gone before that shit happened.
Once we were done with that shit, we went back to the office, wiped it clean, and got back dressed. By the time we made it back to the party, all we heard was, “Bitch, you tried to come onto my man!”