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“Okay, I fucks with it. It’s not better than Perfect, but it’s nice,” he teased, and I could picture him flashing that damn diamond grill.
“You know what? I’m actually starting to like that, so I’m not even gon’ get on you for tryna play with my mama.”
And I did. I liked the way he called me Perfect like he really thought I was, and I loved how well we vibed. We ended up on the phone for hours, learning all types of stuff about each other until I fell asleep right on the couch with the phone pressed against my ear.
CHAPTER 11
SOSA
“You sure this the right one?” I asked Tray with a stern look as soon as we pulled up to the middle-class neighborhood. He was our tech guy and was supposed to be helping us find the muthafucka who had scrambled our computers for the robbery. So far, he’d sent us to the wrong location twice, and the neighborhood we were in alone had me doubting him this time too.
“It is, man! Vega, get this nigga! I can’t work under these types of conditions with muthafuckas doubting me and shit!” His whiny ass complained like Vega was going to do shit. He was probably doubting his abilities, too, to be honest.
“Technically, it’s your fault they were able to slip in undetected with that faulty ass system you set us up with,” Vega chimed in quietly, never taking his eyes off the crib.
I turned around to give Tray a knowing look.
“See, this nigga even know you a fuck up.” I pointed out, and he instantly started grumbling.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m telling you this the one. Is y’all gon’ go in or not?” Him trying to get buck had my eyebrows bunching.
“Nigga, don’t rush us!”
Vega stopped me from slapping that nigga upside the head with a backhanded tap on my chest. “Leave that nigga alone, and let’s go.” He barely gave me time to pull my ski mask down before he stepped out onto the street, immediately blending into the darkness in all black Nike Tech from head to foot. I didn’t even know what the fuck shoes he was wearing but I’m sure he thought they were Ayite since they had the Nike symbol. I was gone roast his ass once we made it out, though.
Hurrying, I followed him and crept up to the house, using the darkness as a shield. I looked around confused when I didn’t see any type of surveillance considering that whoever lived there was doing illegal shit with camera systems. Despite knowing he couldn’t see me, I still turned back to the van and mugged Tray through the windshield. Real shit, I didn’t care what Vega said. If his ass was wrong again, I was beating his ass!
“Bring your ass on!” Vega hissed at me through the darkness.
I followed him around the back of the house. It was only around ten at night, but there wasn’t even a small amount of movement inside, which was rubbing me the wrong way. Tray had already given us the rundown on who was renting it out, and I would’ve thought a family of four would havesomethinggoing on. It wasn’t even a TV light on in that muthafucka! I didn’t wanna think it was an ambush, but I was prepared to shoot first and ask questions later if it was.
Vega moved silently up the back deck stairs and flashed a light inside. My jaw tightened. There wasn’t shit inside but a bunch of trash like muthafuckas had left in a hurry. “Man, let’s go. Ain’t nobody in here!” I spat, flashing my own light inside the room to show just how empty it was.
“Hold up. Go back that way.” Vega ducked his head through the small opening and pointed behind the kitchen island where some boots were lying straight up like they were on a nigga’sfeet. That must’ve been what he originally saw because, without hesitation, he crossed the threshold with me right on his heels.
“Nigga, what the fuck! Why you ain’t tell me it smelled like that in here?” I went off as soon as the smell of death hit my damn nose.
Vega swore because we were into illegal shit that meant we should be immune to certain things, but I wasn’t ever gon’ get used to the way a dead nigga smelled no matter how many muthafuckas I killed! He was walking through there like he didn’t even have a nose while my damn eyes were watering. Instead of going any further, I backed up to the door so I could have some fresh air while he stood over the body with the light on.
“I can’t recognize his face like that, but that definitely looks like the ring Bear’s ass was always wearing,” he said, pulling his mask up to get a better look. “You think the tech guy is here too? Obviously, they’re killing off loose ends.”
“Nigga, I don’t know, and I ain’t tryna come no further in this stinky muthafucka to find out!” I was already standing halfway out the door, but it felt like I could still taste the smell. It was literally taking everything in me not to throw up.
Vega had crouched like he was on CSI or some shit, but he stood when he heard me gagging. “Nigga, grow the fuck up!”
“I’m grown as hell. You just a sick ass muthafucka!”
“I’m bouta go check the rest of the house. Stay your weak stomach having ass here!” I waved him off, but he was already making his way further into the house. A few minutes later, he returned, shaking his head. “Ain’t nobody else here, but it’s a whole bunch of papers and shit all over, and I found this damn family picture.” He held it up and flashed the light on it.
“Fuck all that. Have Tray’s ass look them up so we can get the fuck up outta here,” I grumbled, walking off.
Nobody in that picture looked like they were capable of highjacking our cameras or even being involved with anybody who could. If Vega had found that shit so easily, it was probably left there on purpose to throw us the fuck off, but I couldn’t even think with a straight head in that smelly ass house.
I was still feeling like I was about to die when we finally reached the van. Almost instantly, Tray was on us, irritating the fuck out of me. “Well, was it the right house?” he asked, looking between the two of us.
“Bear was in there, so it’s connected somehow, but other than that, it was empty. I found this picture, though, so see what you can find out about these people,” Vega answered him and handed over the picture. I hit the air and let the window down like air would help wash away the smell as Vega finally pulled off.
I wasn’t able to shake that shit off until an hour later when we pulled up to our parents’ crib. Our pops was expecting us, so he was already at the door when we made it, and I pushed past him to get to the kitchen. My stomach was still turning, so I couldn’t eat shit, but I knew their old asses had some ginger ale on deck. I quickly grabbed one out the fridge and downed it fast as hell, letting out a loud belch once I’d finished. Getting another one, I cracked it open and headed back up to the front to find my pops and Vega.
