Chapter 27 Amethyst
Chapter twenty-seven
Amethyst
“You heard her?” Gift chuckled. I watched Yale walk away from him, then ran my hands over my face. I knew this shit was fucked up, but I needed my plan to work. The Kilmores were on their way to her house, and I needed them to believe that I’d run. This was the only plan that would work.
“I heard her,” I replied, then tapped the keyboard to change the camera view. She approached Cross, but her back was to the camera, so I couldn’t see her mouth to tell what she was saying.
I picked up my phone and shot Cross a text asking her what Yale was saying.
Cross’s hands dropped to her side, and she started signing, which wasn’t going to help me because my sign language was rusty as fuck, and Cross’s fingers were moving fast as hell.
I moved the feed to two separate monitors and slowed the second one down to focus on Cross’ movement.
“If his black ass doesn’t show his face, I’ll never forgive him,” I said out loud.
“Yeah, she basically said the same thing to me,” Gift laughed, and I grunted. I knew what she said to him because I had heard her.
“I know,” I grunted. My attention went to the live feed, and I sat back, surprised as fuck at what I was seeing. Yale walked away from Cross and put her hand out to Consonance, who hesitated for a moment, then pulled her keys from her pocket and handed them to Yale. “What the fuck?”
“Ay, I thought you said she can’t drive,” Gift said, sounding concerned.
“I said she didn’t, not that she couldn’t,” I corrected him. Yale unlocked Consonance’s black BMW 8 series and opened the door. She hesitated for a moment, then got inside and closed the door. My cellphone rang, and I swiped the screen without looking down.
“She’s going to drive,” Consonance announced, and I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Do you know how fucked her head is right now for her to be driving?”
“I know,” I sighed. Yale started the car, and I heard it roar to life in the background.
“But I need her emotions to be real.” At the top of the screen, I watched the gate to her house open, and Quincy’s car came into view.
His white charger sped down the driveway and barely stopped before it hit Yale.
He jumped out of the car and started to demand answers.
“Let me handle this nigga,” Gift sighed, then hung up. I picked up the burner phone I was using and swiped the screen to make sure it was hung up, then plugged it into the system Cross and Nine had given me to erase the memory chip and SIM.
“What do you want me to do, Am?” Consonance asked, and I sighed.
“Let her go,” I replied. “Quincy can show out all he likes, but it’s not going to bring his brother back.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll call you later,” I said as I stood. “I won’t be here when Sunshine gets here. All my clothes and shit are being moved now.”
“She’s going to hate you,” Consonance said, and I nodded.
I was going above and beyond to hurt her, but like I said, I needed this shit to be real.
I looked up to see the movers taking out the last of the boxes.
It would take Yale twenty minutes to get here once she left her house, but I’d be long gone by then.
“She can hate me until I get this shit figured out,” I declared as I closed my laptop and packed it up. “Until then, that anger is going to keep her alive.”
“Or I don’t know, maybe you could just tell her the truth,” she suggested, and I kissed my teeth. “I’m serious, Am, Yale isn’t going to care that you killed Grant. If anything, she’ll understand and want to help you figure out who the fuck his boss is so that nigga can die too.”
“I can’t take the chance of her getting hurt in the process,” I said.
My phone vibrated, and I looked at the screen to see an alert that said Yale was less than 10 minutes away.
She was hauling ass. I put my backpack on and rounded my desk to leave.
“Listen, I gotta go. My parents are about to pull up, and Yale will be right behind them. I’ll be in contact once she’s gone. ”
“She’s going to really hate you for that shit.”
I walked down the steps just as the back door opened, and I pulled my gun from the waist of my pants. I had a feeling I knew who it was, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I rounded the corner to see Mirror standing in the kitchen with a mug on his face.
“I gotta go, Consonance,” I said as I put my gun away.
“Alright,” she sighed, then hung up.
I put my phone in my pocket and entered the kitchen. “Everything was taken care of?” I asked Mirror.
“Yeah,” he answered with a singular nod. “You got plans for Yale, right? When this shit starts moving crazy.”
“It’s already in the works,” I answered as I passed him. “Now, let’s go so I can kill a few more niggas.”
“You know you got a lot of fucking demands for a nigga that’s asking for help from the nigga whose sister your girl killed,” Mirror said.
**
I parked my car in December’s drive way, turned it off and checked my surroundings. The shit was calm, which meant that his fucking dogs were out. I honked twice and waited. I wasn’t getting out of this fucking car until he gave me a sign that it was safe.
“The fuck are we doing at December’s?” Mirror asked. He reached for the door handle, but I hit the lock button before he could open it. “The fuck is your problem? Unlock this shit.”
“Going out there ain’t safe,” I said, shaking my head. There was a slight movement to my right that made me turn my head, but I wasn’t sure if it was just the wind, so I waited.
“It’s December’s spot,” Mirror grunted. “That nigga knows we are here already.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s called his dogs back,” I replied and crossed my arms. I liked my limbs too much to move. “We can wait; we have time.”
“You’re being a pussy,” Mirror said, shaking his head.
“Then go out there,” I laughed, unlocking the door.
Mirror didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. He slammed the door and walked to the front door. A black shadow moved past my window, and I looked over to see three of December’s dogs moving past the car. I chuckled and cracked the window.
“He ain’t called shit off!” I yelled out the window. Mirror turned in time to see the dogs slowly approaching him. He stopped moving, and I laughed. He was going to lose a limb or, at the very least, a chunk of flesh because they weren’t going to show him any mercy.
“December!” Mirror called out as he watched the dogs. They were taking their time, which meant they were fucking with that nigga. December had trained them to stalk their prey before attacking, and that’s what it looked like they were doing. “December!”
“Stupid ass nigga,” I said, shaking my head. I picked up my phone and dialed December’s number.
“I see him,” December answered. “I’m not interested in calling them off, though.”
“I need to talk,” I said instead of questioning December’s mindset. There was only one person who could change his mind, and I wasn’t her.
“About?”
“Your family,” I answered.
“Six and August are fine,” December said, referring to his brother and wife. I knew that he only considered them family. The other people he shared a last name with weren’t on his radar.
“Not them,” I replied as I sat forward. His dogs were circling Mirror, nipping at him every so often, but not attempting to make a move toward him. “Your pops’ people. The Franklins.”
The line went dead, and I chuckled. December was temperamental at best and an absolute menace on a good day.
The front door opened, and his wife stood on the other side, an amused smirk on her face.
She whistled twice, and the dogs went from snarling and growling to big ass babies as they turned attention to her.
She waved me over, and I stepped out of the car.
“Your husband knows you’re out here?” I laughed as I closed the door.
“No,” she answered with a smile. Her eyes sparkled against the sun, and she used her hand to shield them so she could see me.
“I saw you pull up and watched from the other side of the door as he damn near peed on himself.” She pointed to Mirror, who was watching us.
For a nigga who swore he always did his research, he had no clue who he was looking at or where the fuck he was standing.
“So you decided to save the day?” I asked as I approached her. Mirror grilled the fuck out of the dogs as they sat at her feet.
“It’s what I do,” she replied as we hugged. “Now tell me why you’re here and why my husband let his dogs almost eat Mirror?”
“I came to talk to him about the Franklins,” I answered, and immediately the smile she wore dropped and her eyes narrowed. “Before you start, know that I’m only here because I don’t have another choice.”
“You always have another choice,” she said, shaking her head. “As a matter of fact, think of something and make it fast because my husband isn’t dealing with them.”
“I don’t need him to deal with them.”
“Then why do you need to bring them up?” she questioned.
Most people thought Six was the calm Number because she stayed away from bullshit and liked a quiet life with December, but the truth was, she went hard for her family.
Her being married to December only made her that much more dangerous.
She had no problem sending her husband and his dogs after someone, and December always did what his wife told him.
And in return, Six made sure the first person who had his back was her, and then her cousins.
She was connected before her marriage to December.
“Because I need to know what they know,” I answered her. “I need him to make a few calls.”
“Why?”
“Because Yale is responsible for my sister’s death,” Mirror interjected.
“What?” She looked between the two of us, confused as hell. She shook her head and wiped her hands over her hair. “There’s no way Yale killed anyone.”
“It was an accident,” I said. “There was a race a few years back that ended in a wreck. Yale was driving a car that hit Xavier’s.”
“It wasn’t an accident,” December said, coming from around the door. He whistled twice, and the dogs walked into the house. He looked at Mirror, then at me, and shook his head. “If the Franklins were involved, it wasn’t an accident.”
“How do you know?” Mirror asked.
“Because they don’t leave shit to chance,” he answered. “Who do you want to know about?”
“Whoever’s in charge,” I said. Asking for help was tricky as fuck. December’s priority was his wife and brother. Having him deal with his father’s side could put their lives in danger, and I knew that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. “You got a second?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Come on, I gotta feed the dogs. We can discuss business while I do that.” He turned to Six, who was watching us. “We’ll be in the back. Call me if you need me.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, shaking her head. “I have some stuff to finish, so I’ll be in my office.” She kissed him, then went into the house. A white dog came from behind the door, looked at us, and then followed Six.
“Alright, let’s go,” December said, closing the door once Six was gone. He looked at Mirror, then at me. “She’s only going to give us so long before she shows up back there. So ask what you want to know and make it quick.”
“Which one of your uncles is in charge?” I asked as we made our way to the side of the house.
“None,” December answered. “The last I heard, it was my cousin Joshua. He stepped up after his pop stepped down.”
“Why did he step down?” Mirror asked before I could.
“He went missing,” December smirked. We rounded the house, then he entered a code into the gate, and we walked through the backyard.
“Missing?” I asked, and December nodded. “What the fuck happened to him?”
“Psalms DeCorte cried,” December said, and I stopped walking. He looked over his shoulder and lifted his brow. “You didn’t know?”
“Nah,” I sighed and wiped my hands over my face. “Fuck!” I threw my hands in the air, then let them drop to my side. This was the last thing I wanted to fucking deal with. “Are you sure?”
“Positive, I was there when it happened.”
“Umm, can y’all fill me in on what happened? And why is it a big deal that Psalms cried?” Mirror interjected.
“Was he the one who did that to them?” I asked, ignoring Mirror.
“One of them,” December nodded.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and nodded. “Okay,” I said more to myself than to December. “Okay. So now I have to involve the DeCortes. I can do that.”
“You have to involve the sisters,” December clarified. I would rather deal with the boy cousins or even Cross’s short-tempered ass than to have to deal with them. “Because we both know that Corinthians isn’t going to let her do shit alone. Which means Uri is going to be involved.”
“Your entire family is going to die,” I said as I dropped my hand.
“My family is safe inside that house,” December said, pointing to his house. “Anyone else, I couldn’t care less about. If they gotta die, then that’s on them. If they were involved in his sister’s death, which I bet you they were, then they decided their own fate.”