“Never mind all that. You got a spot or not.” Teena said.
Kenyatta led Teena toward the building and ten minutes later, Teena came back and we took her inside to a vacant apartment on the third floor. As soon as we got in there, we made her get down on her knees. Both Teena and I looked at Shay.
Shay stepped up to her and pointed her gun at the woman’s head. She closed her eyes and got ready to die. We all stood there watching Shay, as she lowered the gun.
“I can’t.”
“Gimme that,” Teena said and took the gun from Shay. Without another word Teena shot her point-blank in the head. She looked at Shay, handed her back the gun, and walked away.
Shay looked at me. “I’m sorry, Nina.”
“Come on,” I said and followed Teena out of the apartment. There was only one thing left to do. There was nothing said while Teena drove us to our next spot. When we pulled up outside, Teena put the car in park and her and Shay started to get out.
“Let’s go get that nigga,” Teena said.
“No. I gotta do this myself,” I said.
“What?” Teena asked.
“No, Nina. You shouldn’t go in there by yourself,” Shay said.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I have to,” I said and opened the car door. I got out of the car and started walking toward the house. Teena jumped out of the car and ran up to me.
“Why you doin’ this, bitch?”
“I need to do this alone, Teena,” I said and started walking toward the house again.
I rang the bell and there was no answer. I walked around the house looking for another way in. I found a window in the back of the house that was cracked open. I went in and made my way to the living room. I got a chair and pulled it in front of the door. I sat down and waited, knowing that when he turned on the lights, the first thing he would see was me.
I had been sitting there for over an hour before I heard the key hit the lock. I raised my weapon. Victor opened the door and turned on the light.
“Nina?” His eyes opened wide when he saw the gun. “What are you doing here?”
“Come in and close the door,” I said. I should have shot him on sight and been done with it. But I didn’t.
“What’s this about, Nina?” Victor asked.
“Don’t play stupid. You know what this is about.”
“’Cause I wouldn’t go out with you again,” Victor said and laughed a little.
“Very funny. Chose your next little joke carefully, ’cause it will be your last.”
“Can I sit down?”
“Go ahead,” I said, and Victor sat down on the couch. When he sat down, I stood up.
“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?”
“You set me up.”
“What?”
“You were the one that sent those women to rob me that night.”
“And I suppose that I set it up to get beat to death?”
“There was no way you could know that Cedric would be there, or that I would have to call you to untie me.”
“This is crazy, Nina. What makes you so sure that I did it?”
“I been following you.”
“Now you stalking me, Nina? This is ridiculous.”
“I followed you and you led me right to the two bitches that robbed me that night.”
The look on his face changed completely then. Up to that point, I guess he thought that he would be able to talk me out of killing him. Now, for the first time since he walked in the door, Victor looked scared. “So, let’s start again. Why you set me up?”
Victor looked around the room, and then he took a deep breath. “It wasn’t anything personal, Nina. That’s just our hustle. One of us gets the mark out of the house and the other two rob them. LeSean and Shantia scouted you out.”
“How’d they know I’d be at Jimmy’s that night?” I asked just to put my fears about Teena to rest once and for all.
“I called them right after you left and told them where you’d be, and where you lived. They were there waiting for you.”
“Why me?”
“Like I said, it was nothing personal, Nina. It’s just what we do,” Victor said. “Give me a couple of days and I swear we’ll get your money back.”
“There ain’t no more we,” I said and took a step closer to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Your girlfriends are dead now.”
“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” he asked with a nervous laugh.
“Yes.”
“You don’t have to do that. Look Nina, I got a couple of thousand in the bedroom. You can have that right now, and I swear I’ll get the rest of it to you. I just need a few days to get it together, but you ain’t gotta do this.”
Just then he jumped up from the couch and came at me. I shot him three times in the chest and he fell back on the couch. I stood over him, and when I turned to I leave, I was startled to see Teena coming out of the bedroom with her gun in her hand.
“You didn’t really think I was about to let you come in here alone, did you?” Teena asked.
“No I guess not,” I said and started for the door.
“By the way, the nigga didn’t have any money in the bedroom ’cause I checked.
Chapter Two
Rain Robinson
Nick dropped me off at my apartment, and I was about to do what I was told and get some rest when the phone rang. “You have a collect call from a correctional facility,” the recorded voice said. I knew that it had to be from my brother Miles, so I accepted the charges.
After Miles found out that my father’s right-hand man, Jeff Ritchie, arranged the murder of the mother of his child, he killed him. That bitch Wanda recommended that Miles plead not guilty of the murder due to temporary insanity, and wave his right to a jury trial. Mike Black arranged to have his case heard in front of a judge that was on his card. All of the witnesses testified that they saw Miles and Jeff Ritchie fighting, and then Miles shot him. But none of the witnesses could remember seeing Miles leave and come back with the gun. That was Nick’s doin’. The judge said that Miles’s mental condition at the time of the killing, rendered him unable to determine right from wrong, or that what he was doing was wrong. The judge ordered clinical treatment until Miles could be certified safe to be released back into the community. But the DA fixed it so Miles had to stay at Rikers Island for treatment.
“What’s up, Miles,” I asked.
“I need to see you, Rain,” Miles said.
“How you doin’, Miles?”
“I don’t have time for this, Rain. I need to see you.”
“Look, Miles, today ain’t really a good day for me. I’ll try to make it out there tomorrow.”
“No!” Miles shouted. “It can’t wait until tomorrow, Lorraine! I need you to come out here today.”
Anytime Miles calls me by my name, I know it’s something serious, ’cause he knows I hate being called Lorraine. “Okay, Miles. I’ll be out there today, but I got shot and I just got outta the hospital.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“What? What was you in the hospital for?”
“We’ll talk about that when I see you,” Miles said and hung up the phone.
The last thing I wanted to do was ride out to Rikers. I was tired and my chest hurt. I probably did too much last night. Rollin’ wit’ Nick and gettin’ some dick this morning didn’t help. I wanted to do what my man told me to, and get some rest, but Miles needed me and that means I’m goin’.
When Miles came out, the first thing I noticed was the bandage on his face. “What happened to you?”
“Two guys jumped me in the shower. One of them held me, while the other cut my face.”
My first thought was this was some jail-house pretty-boy shit. My brother was a pretty nigga, so I laughed a little. “What they do that for?”