I looked over my shoulder and I saw Keon’s brother standing behind Amir with a gun to his head.
“Nigga, you gon’ have to kill me and, if you do, you won’t live to see another motherfucking day.”
“Maybe so, but you will see your Maker first.”
Pow! Pow! Pow!
There were three shots to Amir’s head. He fell frontward onto the coffee table, smashing it into pieces.
“Aw, oh, my God,” I screamed.
London ran over to me and held me tight. I just kept crying. This was the first time I’d witnessed somebody getting killed and it was horrible.
“Take her out of here. Matter of fact, go get a room for both of you. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.”
“What are you going to do? I can’t leave you,” London said to him.
“I said go! Trust me, I don’t need you here to witness this shit.”
He pulled out a chainsaw and walked toward Amir’s bloody body.
“Come on, we need to go.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me. “Listen, dry them damn tears. We need to get out of here. We’ve committed one crime today and we are accessories to another one. We need to get it together because orange don’t look good on either of us,” she scolded.
I was trembling inside, but I know she was right. I quickly wiped my tears and wiped the snot out of my nose. My face hurt like hell, but that would have to wait until later.
London got in Deon’s car and we pulled off. It was then that I realized I had left my car over by Amir’s house. “Can you take me over Amir’s to get my car?” I asked.
“Damn, let’s go.”
When we got there, I quickly jumped out of the car and into mine. She pulled off and I follow suit. I started crying as I drove. I swore this was too much for me to handle. How did I get myself caught up into this, all because of greed?
We got a room at the Days Inn. We waited patiently to hear from Deon. We didn’t talk too much because we were both going through our own shit.
The TV was playing and a reporter came on and started talking about a botched federal sting in Whitcomb. That caught my attention immediately. I looked up at the television and saw a picture of Sheika.
“Yes, that’s right,” the reporter was saying. “Sheika Jones, a twenty-eight-year-old woman . . .”
“London, look at this,” I yelled as if she weren’t close by.
She looked at the TV and realized what I was showing her. “What the fuck happened? Turn it up.”
“Yes, Jenise, Miss Jones was a confidential informant for the feds, and sources close to the case told us she was working when she was gunned down by a known drug dealer.”
We both looked at each other and just hugged and cried. Even though we were mad at the bitch, we sure didn’t wish death on her. I cried harder because of how close we came to losing our lives.
EPILOGUE
London
“Are you ready, bitch?”
I took one last glance at Whitcomb Court and then replied, “Yes, let’s go, boo.” Nay and I walked to her car.
Richmond, Virginia, would always be home, but I didn’t want to stay here, especially after I lost Keon. I was four months pregnant and I didn’t want to raise my son in this kind of environment. I knew I was just as guilty as Keon because I kept spending his dope money, and if I could go back and turn back the clock of time, I would beg him to leave the streets alone.
All that was too late, though, and all I had of him were his memories and his son.
“Bitch, soon as we get to Atlanta, we’re going shopping,” Nay interrupted my thoughts.
“Me too, nigga. My fat ass need a whole new wardrobe. I heard Atlanta had some fine-ass stores in their Buckhead area. I can’t wait to drop this load so I can squeeze my ass in the latest designer clothes.”
“Uh-huh. Look at you all turned up.” Nay busted out laughing. Then she got serious. “London, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I know Sheika did us wrong, but do you miss her sometimes?”
I didn’t respond right away. Matter of fact, I had to think long and hard on that one. “Nay, I do from time to time. But I have to remind myself that she was a jealous snake. She acted like she was for us but, in reality, she was against us. I think it’s horrible how she died, but she knew what she was getting herself into by turning into a rat. I just hope her mother finds some peace.”
There was a moment of silence as we got on the highway. The morning breeze hit my face as I thought about what my future might hold. I looked across at my girl, and I wondered what I would do without her.
THE END
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