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“Maasai, you make sure you call me whenever you decide if you want to take these guys to the cleaners.”
I was so glad when Armand and Daniel walked up, but it still took him what seemed like forever to finally give the man his attention. “I’m actually okay. Karma will catch up to them one of these days. I’m just glad my wife is good.” Unknowingly, Daniel shook his hand and smiled, thinking that was the end of it, but I knew Maasai well enough to know that this shit was far from over. I pressed myself into his side, and he dropped a kiss on top of my head while Armand walked off to thank his friend for the favor. We all walked back toward the car, and I had to keep myself from crying just from the emotional events that had taken place. The stress had me tired as hell, and somehow, the drawl of Maasai and my father’s voices lulled me to sleep.
When I woke up in bed, I was confused as hell. I sat up quickly, looking for Maasai, and instantly panicked when I realized I was alone. My heart started pounding, and I set my feet on the floor. “Maasai! Maasai!” Fighting back tears, I stood up just as he came out of the closet carrying my laundry basket, and I sucked in a deep sigh. It was crazy how the events of the day had me so freaked out even hours later, and I sat down on shaky legs.
“What happened to the clothes you were wearing today, Aves?” He stared at me, and it finally made sense why his crazy ass was walking around with my laundry basket. Had he really been searching for my outfit while I was asleep? I pressed my lips together then folded my hands between my thighs.
“I threw them away.” I avoided his eyes, growing increasingly more uncomfortable since I knew he was going to keep pressing.
“Well, I figured that. I wanna know why though. Did them muthafuckas do something to you? Avery, bae, I swear to God if they touched you?—”
“I peed, Maasai, damn!” I shouted, mad about what happened and mad about him forcing me to tell him. Saying that shit out loud was humiliating enough, but he’d damn near beat it out of me. That was the type of shit you took to the grave, and I had planned to, but Maasai just wouldn’t let me be great. “Between the guns and being yelled at while my husband was in danger of being shot, I couldn’t hold it!” My voice broke as frustrated tears slipped out, and in seconds, Maasai was crouched in front of me. He swiped my cheeks with his thumbs, and I could feel him trembling in rage as his dark eyes held mine.
“I’m gone fuckin’ kill ’em,” he asserted, giving me a hard kiss. “Babe, I swear I’m gone kill them muthafuckas! That’s on my soul!” He was working himself up each time he said that crazy ass shit, but I held my hands over his and shook my head.
“It’s okay. I’m okay now…” I said, hoping he would listen to me. “Just let it go. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Naw, fuck that! They obviously don’t know who the fuck I am, but I’m gone make sure they learn not to fuck with my family.” His teeth were clenched tightly. “They gotta die.”
He pulled away from me, and I realized he was dressed differently too. If the all-black clothes didn’t give away his plans, then the black steel-toed boots definitely did. “Maasai, don’t?—”
“Shhh, go to bed, baby. I’ll be back in a few,” he promised with a kiss on my forehead before disappearing back out of our bedroom, leaving me a nervous wreck.
Chapter 19
Massai
Iwas so pissed off I was literally seeing red. No, I was seeing black, and I knew my vision wasn’t going to be clear until I could actually make that nigga and bitch bleed. They’d already fucked up by disrespecting me with that bullshit stop, but to scare my wife to the point that she lost her bladder was a whole other level that called for much worse than a simple bullet to the head.
Since Aw’sum was still out on a job, he wasn’t going to be able to help out until the next week, but I needed to handle this shittonight! That meant I’d have to pull Cruz away from the crib and Keyani for a while, but he had that shit locked up like Fort Knox just so she’d feel comfortable. I went back to the same chop shop that I’d dropped my car off at to pick up a beater to handle my latest spree in. Next, I picked up Cruz, and he came out dressed just like me in all black, but he’d added a ski mask. Normally, I would’ve been wearing one too, but I wanted them to see my face, so there wasn’t going to be any disguise for me.
“What’s the plan?” was all he asked from the passenger seat as he loaded his clip with gloved hands. My nigga always came prepared to put in work and never had too many questions, which was why I fucked with him.
I grit my teeth just thinking about how scared Avery had to be to have peed like that. “Shit, catch them muthafuckas slipping. I got the rest,” I assured but felt his eyes on me.
“This ain’t just a pump and dump?” He raised his eyebrows in the dark car, and I shook my head slowly.
“Naw, these muthafuckas gotta suffer.”
I refused to let them make it with some easy shit like killing them on sight. Honestly, if I felt like my baby had the stomach for it, I would have brought Aves with us. After what she’d gone through today, she deserved to experience her revenge, but I knew she wouldn’t like that shit. Hell, she didn’t even want me to do the shit, so I knew it was a no for her.
“Damn, that bad?”
“Worse, nigga,” I admitted, blowing out my breath in frustration. I wasn’t going to put my baby’s business out there. She’d already been embarrassed enough, and even though Cruz was my nigga, Avery was my wife, and she would always be my first priority, at least until our baby was born. The fact that what happened could’ve affected them both had me even more heated. The only good thing about the shit was that I’d finally discovered who the mystery detective was. Thirty-year vet Bryce Winter. He’d been so thirsty to get something on me that he’d sent those rookies in just to get me down to the station. The trouble he’d gone through wasn’t even worth it in the end, considering I didn’t answer shit, and now his cover was blown.
“What the fuck? And you ain’t gone sue them niggas?” Cruz turned in his seat, face covered in disbelief, after I told him what happened.
“Naw, money ain’t enough now.”
“Shit, I feel you.” He nodded, finally attaching the clip to the gun with a loud click. “Sometimes it’s like that. That’s definitely how I feel about Raya’s crazy ass. After all the shit she’s done, she gotta go.”
I already knew he was ready to kill that bitch, and I didn’t blame him at all. She’d killed one of his hoes, some little old lady, and shot up Keyani’s crib all over a nigga when she was already married. I’d told his ass that hoe was crazy, and he should’ve known when she was still trying to hook up with him after finding out her husband was in the hospital. Shit, she’d even made Avery mad enough to be talking about murdering her and Cruz’s ass, which is what I told him.
“Yeah, ’cause Aves already planning to kill yo’ ass,” I told him, finally pulling over behind some hole-in-the-wall bar.
“And I believe you too. Shorty be having that crazy ass look in her eyes. I hope it ain’t the pregnancy that got her like that, or else I’m gone have hell with Key.” His face was filled with worry, and despite the seriousness of what we were there to do, I had to laugh.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with my wife, fool. She just be lookin’ out for the people she loves.”
