Chapter 23
One of his employees tried to explain what happened through a shaky voice, “They knew exactly where to go.”
“Shut the fuck up! I know who did this shit. Bitch ass nigga Chello.”
The entire room fell silent immediately, he stepped deeper into the back room as anger covered his face. Two seconds after those words left his mouth, Londa’s heels could be heard clicking across the floor as she made her way to Cease.
“I got here as soon as I could, you ok?” she asked as everyone looked at her like her timing was bad.
It wasn’t, Londa always had a way of calming Cease, even though he was mad at her for backing out the plan. He still loved the nasty bitch, so she was who he called.
“I’m cool, y’all get the fuck out,” he cleared the room as Londa stepped inside and out the way.
She looked around like she was genuinely concerned, like it wasn’t her own work.
“Chello did this shit, I know it. He mad because he got hit and he think I did it. This retaliation.”
“Did you? I mean...”
“Hell naw, niggas hit his spots before I could make a move.”
The streets were already tense, and Londa was adding fuel to the fire while turning two killers into bigger enemies. She thought the shit was funny because she didn’t give a fuck if they killed one another in the mist of her bullshit.
“I’m fuckin’ that nigga up.”
Londa giggled, “That’s not an easy task.”
“That nigga ain’t invincible and behind fifteen kilos, I’ll fuck my momma up, so it ain’t hard.” His voice dropped dangerously low, she could hear the hurt in his words.
Londa had no idea how important kilos were, the shit was so easy to get.
She was still waiting on her cut from Kyst, but she had the next fifteen waiting.
She watched Cease unravel without saying anything.
She wanted to hear everything he planned on doing.
He paced the floor while talking to himself, a true crash out.
He got on his phone and yelled out orders, cars needed to be loaded, guns ready, and shooters on standby.
Cease hung up another call aggressively before looking over at Londa.
“Call that nigga!”
Her eyes grew wide, “Hell no. I’m not getting in the mix of this shit, are you crazy?!”
“Look, I can tell you this, fuckin’ up his money ain’t hurting him, beating his ass is damn near impossible without dying, the only way to hurt Chello…Is to hurt what he loves.”
“And what’s that?” Cease asked desperately.
“His sister, Nyla. She has a shop out west; I’ll give you the exact location. He loves her more than anyone else walking this earth,” Londa continued with bitterness in her voice.
She was killing multiple birds with the same stone while watching the city go up in flames from a fire she started. Chello blamed everyone, Cease blamed Chello, and poor Nyla was a target.
Later that night, Londa moved through her junky condo, it was a total mess.
Designer bags were everywhere, empty liquor bottles scattered across the counters in the kitchen, money tossed carelessly on the coffee table.
Londa sat in the middle of it all, slowly unraveling.
She danced in the mirror as music blasted from her speakers.
She moved about in her lingerie and diamonds, blunt between her fingers, drink in the other hand.
She stared at the woman in the mirror and smiled, her eyes were glossy, and her nose burned.
She pushed the door up and did another line, anything to hush the noise in her head, but the noise got louder by the day.
She had so much shit going on around her and she started all the shit.
Chello’s face, Cease’s threats, and Kyst not replying to her plagued her mind.
Paranoia was setting in heavily, especially waiting to hear from Kyst, she needed that shit moved and off her hands.
It had been four days since he took the work, and she still hadn’t gotten her money.
She was running through the money she took from Chello so fast, especially with her liquor and drug habit.
Londa sniffed hard before gripping the tip of her nose.
“Fuck…”
The bathroom door suddenly pushed open, and Ty stood there frozen with her eyes locked on the powder on the sink.
“Oh, hell nah. You doing coke now?”
Londa giggled, “I’m relaxing. Try it.”
Ty looked at her like she had lost her fuckin’ mind.
“Bitch please. You losing it!”
Her words immediately irritated Londa, she grabbed her drink off the sink violently.
“Bitch, you can’t judge me.”
Ty folded her arms and shook her head, “You been drinking all day, Londa. Spending money like you earned it, you don’t think niggas watching?”
Londa laughed bitterly, “Oh, I earned it, I let those niggas do whatever they wanted to do to my body.”
“You pressed over Chello and you spiraling. You lectured me about emotions, and you can’t control yours.”
The moment the truth left Ty’s mouth, pain hit Londa in the heart. Ty was right, she loved Chello. She felt like shit for stealing from him when she knew that he would’ve given her anything she asked for. As fast as she got in her feelings, she got out, it was too late for any of that soft shit.
“Fuck Chello. He hurt me and I’m gon’ hurt him. I sent Cease after Nyla since he chose her over me,” she said with a smirk and no remorse; she looked at Ty, expecting satisfaction, but instead, she gave disgust.
That irritated Londa even more, “What?” she snapped.
Ty shook her head, “That girl ain’t got nothing to do with this.”
“Guilty by association, kinda like you.” Londa twirled Ty’s hair as she frowned and moved her head away.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You growing a conscience? After she beat your ass…twice? You’re a fuckin’ joke.”
“She whooped me, I took my L, but that don’t mean I want to see her dead. She beat yo ass, too,” Ty reminded her.
“Exactly why she dying. I don’t play with bitches, do with that as you please.” Londa stepped around her and walked to living room with Ty hot on her heels.
“You losing it.”
“Am I? You should be too, that ten thousand dollars you accepted put you right in the field with me.”
“You can have your money back!”
Londa laughed, “Relax, bitch, I’m fucking with you. Scary ass.”
“I ain’t scared of shit, but you should be. Do with that as you please,” Ty spat before walking away as Londa rolled her eyes and waved her off.