Chapter 11 Priest
PRIEST
The glass popped quietly, and I eased the window up slow enough to keep it from groaning. Blu slipped in first. He was light on his feet for a man his size. I followed, landing soft on the carpet.
Blu grinned at me in the dark. “So, you finally hit that, huh?” he taunted me in a whisper.
I smirked, brushing my gloves off on my jeans. “Yeah.”
“Don’t ‘yeah’ me, nigga,” Blu chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as we crept down the hallway. “That’s Solae. I’ve been hearing about her for over a year. You was damn near spitting poetry every time her name came up. How was it?”
I couldn’t help but grin, even in the middle of the job. “Better than I imagined. Shit was like a dream.”
Blu snorted. “A dream, huh? So, you in love now?”
“Man, shut the fuck up,” I whispered, but I was laughing too.
We both smothered our laughs as we crept slow through the house.
The floor creaked under the weight of our boots.
My eyes scanned the walls, pictures, and little details that told me we were in the right place.
Dude lived like he was struggling. His crib was messy and underwhelming, but he always kept up appearances while his debt piled higher than the dishes in his sink.
Blu leaned close as we moved down the hall. “Just don’t let her make you soft, bro. Women with that type of hold on you will have you forgetting who you are.”
I shook my head as we reached the last door. “Trust me, I ain’t forgot.”
We pushed the door open quietly. The room was dark. Only the pale glow of the streetlight seeped through the blinds. I could hear him before I saw him, snoring. He was sleeping like a baby, like he wasn’t living on borrowed time.
I stepped closer, causing the boards to creak under my boot, and his eyes popped open.
For a second, he froze, and his gaze darted between me and Blu like he was seeing ghosts. Then I smelled a sharp, sour scent filling the room.
He had pissed himself.
“Goddamn,” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. “You serious?”
His voice shook like the rest of him. “P-Priest, I—I was gon’ get it to you, I swear. Just give me a little more time.”
I tilted my head, smirking down at him. “Time? You been saying that for months. What you think this is? A payment plan? I’m not Klarna, nigga.”
He lifted his hands like they could shield him from me. “Please, man, I got kids—”
“Yeah? And what you think gon’ happen to them when you keep owing niggas like me? Huh? A grimier nigga woulda killed them over the bread you owe me.”
His mouth opened and closed as words tripped over his tongue, but I was done listening. I crouched down, staring him in his wet, terrified eyes. “Your time’s up.”
The last sound he made was a pitiful whimper before I pulled the trigger. The shot cracked loud in the silence. His body jerked once before going still. The smell of piss was thicker now.
I stood, sliding the gun back into my waistband with a blank expression. Blu watched me, shaking his head with a crooked smile. “Damn, you didn’t even give him a chance. That’s why they don’t fuck with you.”
I smirked, stepping past the body without another glance. “That’s why they shouldn’t.”