Chapter 28
Home Invasion
Sammy
“Wait here for me,” I say to Maldonado as he pulls up in front of my destination.
“You sure, kid?”
“Yes, I’m certain. I will text you if I’m in need.”
“All right.”
I step from the car, taking my bags with me. There are items I will need to leave here when I depart. I have more than one purpose here tonight.
First, I slip on my backpack and then I place my duffel bag in my left hand. Circling the building, I find the way I plan to enter undetected. The doorman will present a challenge, so I’ll be going up the fire escape. Nodding my head at the plan, I look around to make sure I’m not being watched.
The alley is empty and quiet except for the sounds coming in from the cars on the main street and the people on the sidewalks making their way through the city. Seeing no one has turned their attention to this alley, I start making my way up.
First, I toss my duffel bag onto the lid of the dumpster. Then I climb up onto it. From up here, I can reach the ladder to the fire escape. Gently, I pull it down, trying to keep it as quiet as I can.
Once it’s down, I grab my other bag and start up. This will take a while as Miss Lovie is on the top floor. I move up swiftly, not fearing the height.
When I make it to her window, I take my backpack off my back and pull out my kit. Once I have it, I place my backpack back on, then open the kit and get the tools I need. I run my hand along the sill and then the joints of the window.
This will be simple. Quickly, I pop the window open and lift it quietly. I then slide inside and close the window back, shutting out all the noise from the busy street below.
Once inside Miss Lovie’s apartment, I move to her couch. Stealthily, I take a seat and set my bags down on the floor by my feet. I’ve come here for a specific reason.
She and I need to talk. Something has changed once again and this time it’s something that’s bringing me to the front. This is five years earlier than it should be.
While in California, I saw something about the year when I’ll turn sixteen. There will be someone I take off the board. Someone who’s been hiding from Dad.
That is when the blood begins to run. However, this change is going to force me to start making examples. I need to shut this down now so it doesn’t continue causing trouble. I have seen that these people think I’m an easy target.
It has gotten out that LaSalle Locatelli’s has a son on the spectrum. To them, my father’s oldest son is a dud. They can keep thinking that if they want.
I will show them who I am. First, I need to handle some business here. I’ve come to see the specialist.
“Sammy?”
My cheeks blush when Lovie turns the corner with her gun aimed at me. I quickly hold my hands up over my face in front of my eyes. This I wasn’t expecting.
“Don’t shoot. Yes, it is me, Sammy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Shit, kid. I almost blew your head off. What are you doing here? Do your parents know where you are?”
I can’t look at her. My cheeks won’t stop burning. My vision did not show me this.
I was not prepared. Like with Uncle Micheal and Auntie Sim, I didn’t see what I was walking into. I didn’t know she would be in her panties and bra.
Her skin-toned panties and bra. Oh boy, I might be in trouble this time. I think Mom and Dad are right; I need to start texting people first.
“Um, yes, yes, they know I am here. I have come to talk to you. We must prepare. Is Uncle Jamie here yet?”
“Wow, back up for me a sec, please. How did you get in?”
“Through the window. I climbed the fire escape. I have a few mods I need for you to handle.
“I would also like to talk to you and Jamie about something very important. You two are the only ones I can trust. You will understand after I explain. I have money for the mods.”
She sighs. “Keep your money, buddy. Just … just give me a second.
“Stay right there. Don’t move. I’m going to throw something on and call Jamie.”
“I will be right here. Thank you.”
She turns to go back the way she came. I glance quickly and turn away just as fast as I see her panties don’t seem to have a back. I’m going to be in so much trouble.
“Way to go,” I murmur to myself. “Dad’s going to kill me.”