Turns out I had missed way more than so I thought. Huey and Jazmine got engaged at 21, Jazmine got pregnant with twins on their honeymoon in Hawaii; a boy and a girl. The girl's name is Trinity which Jazmine insisted on and the boy they named after...me. Now that surprised me. Why in the hell would he name his child after some dumbass, thug who probably would be in the streets all his life and dead before 30? Made no sense to me, but I was still grateful anyway. Maybe Huey does care about more than revolution, the news & himself. Also turns out Huey's actually fulfilling his dream in making a difference as the leader and founder of a program for African-American rights who actually consulted with the mayor often. And Jazmine was a house wife...no surprise there.
"Well I should really get going..." I said finishing off the Smirnoff cooler and tossing it in the trash.
"Riley...when are you going to get off the streets? I'd feel better if I didn't have to worry about seeing your face on the news or having to speak at your funeral anytime soon." The tone in his voice was concerned and condescending.
"You think I don' wanna? I jus' can't, Huey...I tried and nearly lost my damn life. Once you in, you in and dere ain't no way out."
"There's always a way out, Riley...goodnight." Great. Just what I needed, a Zen life lesson to hang over my head for the rest of the day. Shaking my head I climbed back in the car and sped off toward Sage's place. All the lights were off so everyone must be gone...except the guards of course. The dark indigo night sky was dimly light by the moon sprinkled with the bright balls of gas we call stars. The only sound echoing through the streets was the beeping of the numbers as I punch in the code to our upstairs hideout. Taking a look around to make sure no one was following I slink behind the heavy steel door and rush to my office. Just gonna grab the file and get the hell out of here, been a long ass day and I'm ready to jus' take my ass to bed. No interruptions. Snatching the pale scarlet folder off of the flat mahogany surface I kept my head high as I made my way down the empty narrow hall and out, once again, to the car.
The drive home was silent, just the way I like it. The streets were empty and barely half the lights were on. Which is barely new riding through the ghetto. Took me quite a while to get home since I live out almost in the suburbs...yes, I Riley Freeman, live in one of those fancy white houses. Can't a nigga have nice things too? It's nice to get away from all the gun wars and police sirens once in a while. Stepping out of my shoes I made my way across the polished marble floors to the patio door. As soon as it opened in came rushing Jack and Daniels; my two 10 month pitbulls, already almost the same size as me, Jack was chocolate brown with a white underbelly and Daniels was white with tan patches over his eyes and on his back. They both had these big icy blue eyes that could stop a car or clear out a crowd of people. Never thought of me as a dog person, huh? Someone has to guard the house while I'm gone...don't worry I'm not Michael Vick or anything.
"You missed a nigga huh...or are u jus' hungry, as usual?" Of course they didn't respond...cause they're fucking dogs. I pulled out the steak I left thawing in the sink, cut it in half and threw in into their bowls. They went at it like I hadn't fed them in months. Chuckling I sat down on the couch and got to work. Her file was surprisingly thicker than any of my other "clients". There were pictures, bio, class records, personality profiles, daily schedule's and even a blue print of D-Mac's house. I gotta say the rumors don't do her justice...at all, but they weren't wrong. I heard she was one of those Creoles like Beyonce. Certainly looked the part, she has the beautiful tan skin, full body, hips, ass and titties, long silky chestnut hair that went down to her waist. No wonder D-Mac kept her holed up so tight, I'd certainly snatch her up if I had the chance. From her headshot I could see she had these big piercing icy blue eyes that seemed to look right through your soul, full pink lips, dimples and these light freckles you probably wouldn't notice unless you were right in front of her. She was even more beautiful than what everyone put on. Oh how I would love to...quickly shaking that thought out of my head I put the pictures away and tried to stay focused. I could not let anything distract me from my job. She is a target and nothing more. Taking one more glance at the papers I sprawled out across the couch letting my mind drift.
"Yo! Reezy! D-Mac just left his crib and Jewel's there alone. Time for you to head out." My partner in crime yelled from the doorway. I couldn't believe it. Cindy McPhearson aka C-Murph was there, in the flesh, standing in my doorway. Me and Cindy go way back. She was probably about the closest thing I had to a best friend, my ride or die. She, like Jazmine, had filled out quite a bit since I last saw her. She finally got rid of the two pigtails and let her hair flow down her back under a Bulls snapback.
"C-Murhp! Wassup white girl, what'chu doin' here?" I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see her.
"Well, I heard you was back n'on dis "big mission" So I decided ta come help a nigga out. Now c'mon we got work to do." I followed her outside to her car which was surprisingly a black Cadillac Escalade EXT.
"What'chu doin' drivin' a man's car, girl?" I teased headed over to the driver's side, only to be stopped by Cindy's arm.
"Exactly that, drivin' it." Choosing not to argue with her I reluctantly got in the passenger's seat and sat in silence.
"So...this girl...she a hoe dat owe money or su'in?" She asked trying to break the silence.
"Nahh."
"Den what is it?"
"Well le's jus' say somebody fucked up an'dey gonna pay." We parked a few blocks from the house and waited. Good thing it was pitch dark tonight, made it that easier to conceal a 5,800 lbs truck. D got in his Benz and drove off, passing by us without so much as a sideways glance. Three "police cars" close behind him.
"Aight, Im in n'out." Before she could respond I hopped out the truck, pulled the hood over my head and walked to the back of the house. Yea, it was a few blocks but that's nothing. The closer I got I stripped out of my sweats revealing a slick, black suit. No, Reezy don't do rentals. In order to blend in I had to play the part. Seems like he don got the gang confused with the mafia. Getting into the house was the easy part...it's getting out that's gonna be hard. Having the blue prints memorized it wasn't hard to find his master bedroom on the top floor. There were guards literally everywhere. Four in every hall and two around every corner. Thank god they all don't know each other.
"Hey, you!" Shit. My heart started pounding wildly in my chest, desperately looking for an escape as my palms started to sweat.
"What are you doing up here? No one's allowed up here." Time to put on that Reezy charm.
"Sorry, but D asked me to check on his girl and see if she needed anything. Now either you can let me go in and do my job or explain to D why she was left uncared for and malnourished. Your choice." He glared at me but didn't argue. I could've taken him if he tried to put up a fight anyway. He was probably only about 6'0 and didn't look to have much muscle. Compared to me; 6'3 and I be in the gym on the daily. Now who do you think would've won that battle? He went on about his business as I did mine. Dumbass nigga.
They don't call it the master bedroom for just any reason. His bed had to be at least XXKing sized, 72' wall plasma, mini fridge, microwave, Xbox 360, PS3, Wii, Blu-ray player, whole wall shelf full of games and another full of movies ...paradise. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the bathroom door creaked open. With speed I didn't even know I had I pulled out my gun, trigger ready and aimed at the intruder. Well actually I'm the intruder so...know what whatever.
With no surprise it was her. My hand started to shake as I took in her appearance; she was just coming out of the shower I'm guessing, teal silk robe hanging off her shoulders, open just enough to see the tops of her breasts, water trickling down like rain drops sliding down a mountain, barely long enough to cover her ass exposing her long smooth tan legs, swallowing hard I managed to gain some control over myself and met her eyes. Her green orbs held no fear, but...amusement.
"Can I help you?" She purred taking a few steps closer. You know what she's tryna do...don't fall for it Riley. She's JUST A TARGET.
"You could drop dead." I drew my finger back about to pull the trigger when suddenly the gun was snatched from my hand and my feet were swept from under me.
What the hell?! Gaining my composure, well partially, I looked up to see her towering over me, gun aimed right between my eyes.
"Who the FUCK are you? Who sent you?!" She growled. It was a whole new side to her. Her blue eyes seemed to darken in malice as she spat the words at me with venom. I gotta say it was scary...and kind of hot.
"I won't ask you again." She lowered the gun positioning it over...oh shit.
"Hey, hey, hey! No need to do anything rash. I'm here to protect you. There are some people coming to kill you and D-Mac ordered me to take you to a secrete location and hold you till morning when he's finished his business." I explained cooly. She raised an eyebrow and lowered the loaded weapon completely.
"That why you came in here aiming this at me? To protect me?" She questioned still tense.
"You startled me, that's all." I replied with a smirk.
"Mhmm...get up," She ordered. I complied with no problem, hands up in surrender, "now-" While she was distracted I snatched the gun from her but before I could aim she got me with a left hook to my cheek. God damn, girl sholl can fight. Sage didn't warn me about this shit. I spat out what blood there was and caught her wrist on her next attempt to K.O. me, dropping the gun. She kicked me in my back followed by a punch to my ribs. Who the fuck taught this bitch, Huey? I shook the pain off and threw her on the ground. No idea how her robe is still intact after all of this. We were both breathing heavy but I was by far in more pain than her. Before she could kick my legs from up under me again I dove to grab the gun at the same time she pounced on my back. Didn't hurt since she probably weighed only what? 107? Then I felt this sharp pain in my side. Did this crazy bitch just stab me? Alright that's it. I threw her off my back and before she could retaliate I knocked her upside the head with the butt of the gun. She'll feel that in the morning.