14. Scar
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SCAR
MONTGOMERY, AL
I touched down in the city along with Schizo not too long ago. We went by the house before we decided to meet up at the warehouse. On my way there, I hit Chante’s phone to let her know that I was back in town, so I could see her. I can’t lie, I kinda missed shawty while I was gone.
“What you up to?” I asked her when she answered the phone.
“I was on my way to Birmingham.”
“Birmingham? For what?”
“My aunt died this morning. I was heading there to check on my people.”
“Damn. I’m sorry to hear that. You good? You need anything?”
“I don’t need anything, Scar. Thanks for asking though.”
“How come you didn’t call and tell me what was going on?”
“You were on vacation. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“That don’t mean shit. You still could have called.”
“I’m sorry. How’s your trip going?”
“I just made it back to Montgomery,” I said, pulling into my driveway.
“Aww, you would come back when I’m not there.”
“Tell me ’bout it. How long you gon’ be gone? I’m heading out tomorrow. If you coming back tonight, maybe we can link up before I leave.”
“I’m not.” I could sense the sadness in her voice.
“It’s cool. We can just link when I make it back.”
“OK.” I ended the call and went into the house to check on it. I had a security system and wasn’t worried ’bout anyone being in there. It was just a habit. Whenever I had been gone for a while, I always made the house the first stop when I got back.
Once I saw that everything was good, I left right back out and went for the warehouse. I was a good ten minutes out when I received a call from Schizo.
“Nigga, tell me why somebody been in the fucking warehouse and wiped our asses clean like a newborn baby.”
“The fuck?”
“Same shit I said.”
“Where’s Pun? Nigga ain’t said shit ’bout it.”
“Nigga calls for anything else but that.”
“My question is how the fuck they got past the security system?”
“The shit wasn’t even turned on when I got here.”
“You think it was an inside job?”
“I’on know, but we damn sure gon’ find out after this meeting.”
“I’m pulling into the parking lot now.”
Schizo exited the building with a mug resting on his face. The nigga was heated and was gon’ have some to take his anger out once we talked with Pun. No one knew what went down in Ocean Reef with Donny and we were keeping it that way. Schizo and I both agreed to let people know they never arrived if they were to get to asking questions. It wasn’t like we were scared of the mufuckas ’cause we weren’t, we were just tryna keep the peace ’round here.
“I hit Pun with a nine one one text. I’m waiting for him to respond,” Schizo said as I hit the fob on my car.
A black Cadillac Escalade pulled into the parking lot behind me. My hand immediately went to my strap. The passenger door opened and a guy stepped out. He was dressed in a black Brooks Brothers suit. It was a lil much for a meeting ’bout weapons. Tucker was the only person we were expecting.
“Who the fuck are you?” I questioned him.
He slowly approached me and replied, “Tucker. You were expecting me.”
“I’m Schizo, this Scar,” Schizo spoke up.
“Shall we begin?” Tucker asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. This nigga was prepared to get down to business. Hopefully, shit was smooth sailing and didn’t end like the other meeting.
I gestured toward the entrance of the warehouse and he strolled in that direction. I hadn’t been inside and didn’t know if it was ripped to pieces or what. All I could do was pray that it looked somewhat presentable or else we could lose another potential client.
When we entered the warehouse, it was clean as if a cleaning crew had come in and tidied up the place. All of our crates were gone, including the drugs we had just received before we left. Whoever took our shit wasn’t playing any games and soon as I found out who the fuck it was, they ass was taking a dive in the Alabama River.
“What are you in the market for?” Schizo questioned him as he shut the door behind us.
“I just need a couple shot guns and a few assault rifles. Nothing too major.”
And the other mufuckas wanted to blow y’all ass straight to hell.
“Y’all really interrupted my vacation for that petty ass shit? We could have discussed this when we got back.”
Schizo shot a glare and I shrugged.
“I guess we can make that shit happen. How much are you willing to spend?” I asked, tryna make sure we hadn’t flown our asses back here for no reason for real.
“’Bout fifty thousand. Is that doable?”
“We can definitely get you some shit for that,” I replied.
“I have half up front like I was told.” He exited the building and came back with some stacks in his hand. “I want you all to know that I mean business.”
“I like the way you think. We should have your shipment in within a week,” I told him, and Schizo grabbed the cash from him. He took it over to the money counter and instantly placed a stack inside it. “We’ll let you know when you can meet us to get your shipment.”
Tucker nodded and exited the warehouse. I turned to Schizo, who was still running the cash through the counter.
“What the fuck do this nigga do for a living that he brought in all these fucking stacks of ones?” Schizo’s face scrunched.
“The hell if I know. I don’t give a damn what he brought in long as the shit’s real.”
He finished counting the money then took it to the back to the safe. Lucky for us, we were the only ones who could access it and didn’t have to worry ’bout that being cleaned out as well. Once he was done, he came back to the front of the warehouse and asked, “What you ’bout to do?”
I pulled my phone out my pants pocket and went to my contacts. “I’on know. I was tryna link with Chante before I headed back but she ain’t even here. Guess I’ll hit somebody else up.” I stopped on Tonya’s name.
“Nigga, you don’t get tired of fucking all these bitches?”
“Who the fuck would get tired of pussy?” My eyes cut in his direction. “You’re sounding suspect.”
“It ain’t even shit like that. I’m just saying… you don’t want someone to yourself? Fucking different mufuckas every day of the week should be getting old to yo’ ass by now. You been doing it since we were teenagers and now you ’bout to be thirty.”
“Let me focus on my dick and you focus on yours. A’ight?” He shook his head and headed for the door. I pressed dial on Tonya’s name and she answered with the quickness.