Chapter 47 Amethyst #2
“No,” she honestly answered. In the past, when she asked, I constantly changed the subject because I didn’t want to come off as a sap in her eyes, but now I didn’t care. “You never would tell me.”
“Because that’s what you are to me—my sunshine.
When shit gets dark, or I’m lost, I always search for the one thing that grounds me, and it’s you.
For me, you’re the light at the end of a tunnel.
That bright light that I’m always running to.
From the first day we met, I sat there staring at you.
It was because you calmed me.” I kissed her, then stood. “I’ll be back.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding. “Be careful.”
“I got you,” I replied. “I love you.”
**
“How do you want to move?” Pyrite asked as he checked his gun. Citrine drove his Lexus TX. “I have a few ideas, but I’m trying to see where your mind is right now.”
“What does it matter?” I looked at the front door of the house that Quincy was in.
We knew he was here because Nine used the street cameras to watch the house.
He’d come home a few hours ago and hadn’t left yet.
Sometime during his time there, he ordered food, but we’d snatched the delivery person as soon as they pulled up. We had his pizza order.
“Because if you aren’t going to do this shit correctly, then you need to stay in the car,” he replied with a grunt. “Killing--”
“I’ve killed plenty of niggas,” I cut him off, shaking my head. “I’m not new to this.”
“You’re not, but this is different,” Xoey said from behind me.
I turned around to see her sitting there with a serious expression on her face.
Her curly hair was pulled into a ponytail at the top of her head, and she wore jeans and a T-shirt.
She looked like she was on her way to hang out with her girls and not sitting in the back of a car with three niggas who were about to show the fuck out.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” I said, grilling her.
“I’ve been here the entire time,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You were so focused on what’s in front of you that you didn’t look at what’s back here.”
“You’ve been back there the entire time?” I questioned her, and she nodded. “You sure?”
“Nigga, you act like she got superpowers or something,” Pyrite laughed. “She’s been back there lying down. She said she needed a nap before we handled this.”
“I knew I wasn’t fucking trippin,” I said, shaking my head, and Xoey shrugged. “I looked back there when I got in.”
“Still doesn’t negate what I said.” She climbed to the middle and sat down. “You need to pay attention to what’s behind you, what’s been said and done.”
“Well, aren’t you just full of advice?” I replied, and she glared at me. I put my hands up and laughed. “I’m just fucking with you.”
“Stop,” she said, then grabbed her bag from the back.
“You are used to doing shit on a whim; this isn’t going to be one of those times.
Pyrite asking you where your head is at is because once we do this, shit is going to slow down, but we aren’t out of the woods.
Robert is going to come at us when we least expect it. ”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s what my daddy would do,” she answered as she went through her bag. “He’d wait; let you think that everything was good, then send me to fuck shit up.” She looked up from the bag with hard eyes. “He’s done it plenty of times.”
“Alright,” I nodded. I sat back, wiped my hand over my face, then licked my lips. “We move quietly, pop the locks in the back of the house, and move. He won’t expect it.”
“Or,” Xoey said, and I looked over at her and lifted my brow. “We use all our resources.”
“Which are?”
Xoey held up her finger, then took her phone from the bag and dialed a number. When it started ringing, she put it on speaker.
“Hello?”
“I need a favor,” she said.
“I thought you said you don’t ask for help.”
“I didn’t ask for help; I said I needed a favor. There is a difference,” Xoey replied, rolling her eyes. “My Gift. Are you going to do me a favor or not?”
“No.”
“Why?” The look of surprise on her face was comical. Xoey was not used to being told no.
“Because I don’t do favors,” Gift replied. “Now ask me for help, Xoey.”
Xoey looked down at the phone with her face full of confusion.
She reared back, even though he couldn’t see her, then shook her head.
“I think the fuck not,” she said, then hung up.
She dropped the phone back into her bag, and it started ringing, but she didn’t pick it up.
Instead, she pulled a gun from the bag, zipped it closed, then put it on her back. “Option number two.”
“Which is?” I said, watching her.
“Ring the doorbell and be invited in,” she said, then slammed the door.
“Umm, what the fuck was that about?” I asked my brothers.
“We don’t question Plus Twelve’s methods,” Pyrite answered as he opened his door. He grabbed the pizza off the dashboard and then closed the door.
I followed behind him and Citrine as Xoey led the way. The entire time she was walking up the driveway, she mumbled under her breath, something about ungrateful niggas and how she was going to have to go upside his head a few times.
“Ay, hold up,” I called out, and they turned to look at me. “Plus Twelve, you sure you want to be here for this?” I asked. “I mean, the last shit with Ta’lon and all. I want to make sure you are in the mindset to deal with this nigga.”
“I’m good,” she said, nodding. “I haven’t been on my meds in a few days, though, so you never know what you’re going to get.”
She turned back around, lifted her hand, and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the locks disengaged, and Quincy opened the door.
“Took you fucking long enough.” He was on his phone, so he wasn’t paying attention to us.
I used that as an opportunity and pushed past Xoey.
My fist connected to his jaw, and the sound echoed through the house.
Quincy stumbled back, but my hits didn’t stop.
He fell to the ground, and I kicked him in the stomach.
“I've been looking for your ass for six fucking months,” I said in between kicks.
“Six fucking months and you were right here the entire fucking time!” With one final kick that lifted him off the ground, I stepped back.
Quincy dropped to the ground, and I grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him further into the house to get him out of the way, and someone closed the door behind us.
I put my foot on the back of his neck and pushed down. “I should snap your fucking neck.”
“Do it,” he groaned, then coughed. “Fuck nigga, do it!”
I moved my foot, then flipped him onto his back. “I got plans for you first,” I said, then punched him in the face, knocking him out. I looked up to my brothers and Xoey. “Check the house to make sure no one is here.”
While Xoey and my brothers checked the house, I got Quincy up and into a chair and tied him up. The entire time, his head bobbed back and forth, but he never woke up. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here, but it was a safety precaution.
“Nobody else is here,” Xoey said, coming back. She looked disappointed, and I shook my head. “I really was expecting at least a bitch or something.” She dropped onto the couch and crossed her arms. “I just knew it was going to be someone.”
“Who were you expecting?”
“I was hoping for Lavender or Tank,” she answered with a shrug. “Krude can’t find them.”
“They’ll show up,” I said, nodding. I didn’t care who found Tank as long as they were found. Krude was out searching, so I knew they would eventually be tracked down. My concern was with Quincy. I turned my attention back to Quincy, then looked over at my brothers, who were watching me closely.
“This is your show,” Pyrite said, then gave me a singular nod. “How you move is how you move. We aren’t going to judge.”
“I might,” Xoey interjected. I glared at her, and she smiled. “I’m just saying. If this isn’t nasty, then I’m going to judge because it’s been a long ass time coming.”
Instead of going back and forth with her, I walked out of the house and went back to the car to grab my bag. Once I had it, I went back inside and dropped it on the floor next to Quincy. Inside, I had all the tools I wanted to work with, plus a few more to play around with.
I popped the smelling salt, waved it under his nose, then dropped it back in the bag. While I waited for Quincy to wake up, I pulled up a chair and sat across from him. Quincy’s head started bobbing, and I knew that he was beginning to come around.
“Wake up, bitch boy,” I said, smacking his face. “Wake the fuck up.” Quincy slowly lifted his head, and when his eyes met mine, I smiled. “There you go, nigga.” He pulled at the cuffs on his wrist, and I shook my head. “You’re locked in. No reason to panic, though. We won’t be here long.”
“Ain’t no panicking, nigga,” he groaned and stopped pulling at the restraints. “You knew you had to lock my ass down or I’d kill you.”
“It’s never been a day in my life when I thought that,” I replied.
Quincy smiled, then licked his busted lips. “Your bitch does, though,” he laughed. “Scared out of her fucking mind of me, and you know it.”
“Nah.” I leaned forward so he could see my eyes and know how serious I was.
“First off, Yale is never and will never be a bitch, understand that. Second, you tricked her, used that adrenaline rush she was on as a bait and switch tactic.” I leaned back and shrugged.
“I can’t front, I gotta give props when they are due.
You played that shit perfectly. From the beginning, you knew how you were going to move. Right?”
“Right,” he nodded. “I knew a fuck nigga and a dumb bitch when I saw one. Y’all fell right for the shit.”
“Tell me this, Quincy, was Grant in on it the entire time?” I asked him. There were pieces of the puzzle I was missing, and the only way I could figure them out was to ask questions. “I can’t see that nigga not being a part of this, but I want to make sure.”