She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(75)

Disconnecting the call, she watched as he illegally parked outside of the tall building. Having been to this place plenty of times, Reilyn was sure to let it be known to come at a certain time. The only people who would be in the building were those working late nights, tucked away behind their computers and the cleanup lady. She was told a while back that the cameras had stopped working and there was no need to get them fixed because this was a safe neighborhood. As safe as it was, tonight was perfect timing to execute the plan.

Hopping out the car, Bones and two other niggas he rolled with walked quickly toward the glass doors. With black hoodies on, they entered the building. Reilyn had told him repeatedly what the floor number was and which door to go to once he made it up there. Pushing the up bottom, Bones tried his best to contain his excitement. Not only was he about to kill off Shemel but make a quick come up as well. Standing to his right was a petty hustler by the name of Nick. He accompanied Bones on this trip for one reason… to get back at Pierre for denying his presence into the family business.

What niggas didn’t understand is that there were no outsiders welcomed. If you weren’t fam, there was no getting in no matter how credible you were. That had been the rule since Shemel and Pierre’s pops was running shit. It started out on loyalty and would end that way if they could help it. Nick was infuriated by how he downplayed his position in the streets and wanted revenge. It was petty, but he knew killing off Pierre would make his name buzz in the streets so he wanted in. Regardless if he was up there or not, he felt good riding along with Bones.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the cleaning lady was coming around the corner with her cart. She had greeted Shemel and his crew earlier that evening and she was for sure they weren’t wearing black hoodies. With suspicion written over her face, she pulled the headphones from her ears and commenced in calling 911. Riding the elevator up, they all pulled their guns out ready to put in work. Tip-toeing to the door, it was so quiet they could hear the bass from the short distance. As they approached the door, Bones gave them both a head nod.

“Let’s do this shit,” Nick said hype.

Tapping the butt of his gun on the door, he stood book and waited for someone to open up. Even over the loud music, the distinctive sound could be heard. Since Fatz was the closest, he got up to see who it could be.

“Who is it?” he asked, speaking loudly.

“Bones. I’m with Vino,” he replied back.

Vino was just walking out the booth, so Shemel could go in when Fatz asked if he knew some nigga named Bones. Nodding his head in confusion, he looked over at his cousin. He had invited Bones to come with him, but he claimed he had something to do. Now all of a sudden he shows up here unannounced. Walking to the door, Vino pulls it open just as Bones pushed his way through.

“Everybody hands up right now. Don’t think about making no quick moves, or I’m shooting, no hesitation,” he spat.

With the advantage, they couldn’t do anything but raise their hands. Shemel stood inside the booth pissed. He knew if he went out there shooting, unnecessary lives would be lost. Looking at Pierre through the glass, they both nodded their heads. Pierre had his heat on him, and at the right time, he was pulling his trigger. He wanted to see how these amateurs worked though.

“What you on man?” Vino asked, walking up to him but stopped when Bones aimed the gun in his direction.

“Nah, don’t walk up on me nigga,” Bones spat.

Nick and the other nigga held their guns but not as confident as Bones did. Fatz, Ricky, Pierre, and Vino’s cousin didn’t looked phased one bit and that had them rethinking their decision. Pierre was looking at Nick with a smirk on his face. He remembered him from a while back and knew exactly what this shit was.

“I’m saying my nigga. You got guns out and shit. What’s good?” Vino asked backing up. He didn’t know what was wrong with Bones and wasn’t trying to lose his life.

“Tell that nigga to come out here,” Bones said, motioned for Shemel to come out from the booth.

“Aye, my nigga if you came in here to kill us get that shit over with,” Ricky said with a mug on his face. He had left his gun in the car, otherwise all three of them would have been laid out.

“Aw yeah? Nick, go check that nigga pockets,” Bones said.

Looking over at Pierre first, Nick took slow strides toward Ricky who was sitting on the couch. Shemel came from out the booth, with his fist balled up. He wasn’t about to raise his hands to no nigga who bleed the same way he did. Even though he had a gun in his hand, if he really wanted to kill somebody, he would have come in blasting. While Nick was checking Ricky’s pockets, he had a frown on his face.