Chapter 13 Amethyst
Chapter thirteen
Amethyst
Iset my phone on my lap and kept watching Shelly.
It had taken Cross less than five minutes to find out everything I needed to know except for the reason for the wreck.
That information was locked down like Fort Knox, and I knew the only person who could give me the information I needed was the woman sitting across from me.
Shelly was a pretty girl with her brown skin, full lips, and big expressive eyes that were sad as fuck right now, but shit, I got why.
She’d been dealing with Grant for years.
They had three kids, not including the one in her stomach, and that nigga was married to another woman.
When she noticed me, her eyes got big, but I didn’t move.
Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck, I was here to talk to her.
I lifted my empty cup to her, and she nodded before turning to the person I assumed was her manager, who exchanged a few words with her.
She then took off her apron and approached my table.
“Have a seat,” I said as I stood. Shelly hesitated for a moment, and I chuckled. “Shelly, I ain’t the nigga you want to have to ask twice.”
“Fine,” she stubbornly said and took the seat across from me. “What do you want?”
“I came to talk,” I said as I sat back.
“If Grant sent you to check on me, then you’re wasting your time,” she said, shaking her head. “I already told him I was done, and I mean it this time. He can keep the drama, and I won’t tell his wife shit.”
“I ain’t here because that nigga sent me,” I chuckled and shook my head. “If anything, his ass would shit himself if he knew I was here.”
“Then why are you here?” she skeptically asked. “Because I know for a fact I’ve seen you around the Kilmores a whole bunch of times. You’re on their team.”
“I was,” I nodded. “Not anymore, though.”
“Why?” she questioned and lifted her brow. “Because Luther and Quincy fucked your bitch or something?”
“Nah,” I replied. “That nigga better not come at her.”
“That’s how they work, though,” she shrugged. “To be a part of their team, you gotta give them something, and more times than not, it’s a sample of your bitch. They all share.”
“I don’t.” I shook my head. A group of niggas walked into the restaurant, and I noticed that Shelly got a little uncomfortable for a second.
She readjusted in her seat three times before she dropped her head and shook it.
The group sat three booths down from us and were watching her hard as fuck.
I threw a single nod at them that they all returned.
“I thought you said you weren’t here because of Grant,” Shelly said with an attitude.
“I’m not,” I chuckled.
“Then why are they here?” She pointed to the table, then kissed her teeth. “Because they only show up when Grant is on some bullshit.”
“The Franklins-”
“Work with the Kilmores.” She cut me off and shook her head. “You work for Grant, which means you probably work for them.”
“I don’t,” I replied. “You scared of them niggas or something?”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” she said, nodding. “They are just as fucking crazy as Grant and his brothers. The shit I’ve seen them do to people would have the strongest stomachs turning.”
“Not mine, but if you need them gone for us to finish this conversation, that can be done,” I said, then stood and left the table.
The restaurant wasn’t busy, which would work in my favor, but at the same time, I didn’t give a fuck.
I’d already decided to make moves, which meant I was about to burn bridges with niggas I never should’ve dealt with and crash out with ones who’d been waiting for me to show niggas what I was really about.
I pulled my gun from the back of my pants and, without warning, shot the nigga that was the closest to me.
He hit the ground, and I grabbed the second one by the back of his neck and pushed my gun under his chin.
The other nigga at the table sat there, stuck by how fast I moved, but I could also see the fear in his eyes.
“Charlie,” I said to the one whom I had hemmed up. “What can I do for you?”
“You know you fucked up, right, Stone?” Charlie Franklin said and smirked. “This shit ain’t gonna fly with big bro.”
“You think I care about what Theo will or won’t approve of?” I asked as I grilled him. “He’s still in jail, and if he weren’t, I still wouldn’t give a fuck.”
“That was his God-son you killed,” Charlie replied, and I shrugged.
“Well, now he’s with God,” I replied, but pushed the barrel of the gun harder into his chin. It was hot from shooting, so I knew it burned. “Now tell me why the fuck you are here.”
“I came to visit a friend,” he chuckled, then cut his eyes to Shelly and licked his lips. “It’s my turn to check in with her. You know, see her and shit.”
“She’s pregnant, nigga,” I spat in disgust. “The fuck kind of shit you on?”
“It ain’t my kid,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m just getting what’s owed to me. She was offered up as payment.”
“Not happening,” I said, shaking my head. “Tell Grant his payment was declined and you’re going to need something else.”
“It’s her or his wife,” Charlie said, and it took everything in me not to kill his ass. He must’ve known he hit a nerve because he smirked. “That’s the deal, Shelly or Yale will have to take on his debt. I ain’t sampled Yale yet, but I ain’t got a problem doing just that.”
“You like your life, Charlie?” I asked, then laughed humorlessly. “Because if you don’t, that’s cool with me.”
“I love this shit,” he answered. “Which is why I know you ain’t gonna pull that trigger again because you love yours too. If me or my nephew over there ends up dead by your hands, then my people are going after your entire bloodline.”
“Oh yeah?” I questioned him, and he nodded in response. I took my gun from under his chin and turned it on his nephew. “Let’s find out.” I shot his nephew in the chest twice, then turned my attention back to Charlie. “You want the name and number of a good funeral home?”
“Nigga!” Charlie bucked, but he wasn’t getting out of my grip. I hit him in the middle of the forehead two times, and he dropped to the ground.
I turned back to see Shelly watching me. She was scared as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn. I was on a mission, and even though I didn’t like having to kill women, I would if it meant keeping Yale safe. I stepped over Charlie’s body and approached Shelly.
“Now back to you,” I said as I retook my seat. “Tell me why the fuck Grant set up Yale back in the day.” Shelly’s attention was on the bodies on the ground, not on me. I snapped a few times in her face to get her attention. “Shelly, I asked you a question.”
“What?” She blinked a few times, then looked at me. “What did you say?”
“Why did Grant set up Yale to take the fall for that wreck?”
“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head.
“Nah, you and I know you do because you said that shit at the hotel. You’ve been around, playing your part, doing your shit because you love that nigga.
You fucking said that you helped, so get to talking.
” I rested my elbows on the table and gave her my full attention.
I didn’t give a fuck about the bodies on the ground or the employees that were hiding in the back.
The few people who were in here ran as soon as the first shot was fired, and this was the hood, they knew not to snitch.
Killing the Franklins wasn’t part of my game plan, but I learned early to never walk into a situation unprepared.
If someone did get a hair up their ass and wanted to call 9-1-1, I already had the connect on standby; nothing would move past her.
And if by chance it did, the police that would show up would be my people.
My bases were covered. “You weren’t just lying up with that nigga all these years, and he never told you anything. ”
“I don’t know shit!”
“Yes. The. Fuck. You. Do.” I tapped the barrel of my gun against the table and shook my head. “Talk or I’m going to call a friend who will call a cousin who will show the fuck out. I don’t believe in touching women, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be touched.”
“You think Grant told me shit?” she laughed. “That nigga went upside my head, fucked on me, and lied to his wife about me.”
“You’re the bitch he trusts, not loves,” I said, nodding. “Which means you know more than you think. Start fucking talking.”
“I don’t-”
“Alright, fine,” I said, nodding. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I took my phone from my pocket, swiped the screen, pulled up Cross’s contact information, called her, and put it on speakerphone.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Can you call Psalms and ask her if she wants to stop playing in her dirt for a little while and collect a body?” I said, watching Shelly.
At first, I wanted to have Corinthians pay her a little visit, but if Shelly knew who the Franklins were, then there was no doubt in my mind that she knew of or had at least heard of Corinthians, and I was trying to keep her out of this as much as I could.
“You want me to call Psalms and ask her to stop playing in her dirt?” Cross laughed. “Have you lost your damn mind? Nobody calls Psalms and asks her that. You’d be better off calling Xoey and asking her to come out and play.”
“She’s at work,” I replied and kissed my teeth. “And I need ruthless, not outright crazy.”
“Which is why I suggested Xoey instead of Psalms,” she said. “It’s a reason no one calls her for shit like that.”
“Which is why I need her,” I said, watching Shelly. “Shelly won’t talk, and I need answers.”
“Fine,” she sighed. “Give me a few.” Cross hung up, and I sat there watching Shelly.
“You have until this phone rings again to tell me what I want to know, or I’ll answer it, and the person who will be on the other side isn’t going to give a damn about you being pregnant or the fact that you have kids. She’s going to kill you and take pleasure in it.”