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Devin sat there for a while. I could tell by looking at him that he had decided in the shower that he wanted me to kill her. Now he was thinking about whether he could get awa
y with it.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
I wasn’t even about to be bothered with that shit. I sat up in the bed and moved closer to Devin.
"’Cause you gonna give me ten thousand reasons to trust me. Look, Devin, either you want me to do it or you don’t. Either you trust me or you don’t. It’s up to you. Askin’ me a bunch of fuckin’ questions is just wastin’ time. You go on home to your crazy-ass wife, and you think about what you wanna do. When you make up your mind, you let me know," I said and laid down. I figured I’d chill out there for the night. Maybe invite little Cutie over to finish the job that Devin started.
"I don’t need to think about it." Devin stood up. "I want you to do it."
"When?"
"How soon can you do it?"
"How soon can you get me the money?"
"Tomorrow. I’ll give you half; then the other half when it’s done."
"You give me the money tomorrow, and I’ll do it tomorrow night. But understand something. I will kill your wife, and when I do, I’m gonna want my money. No excuses. My money. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"Make sure, ’cause I won’t have any problem killin’ you too."
Devin smiled at me like he was tryin’ to size me up.
"Don’t even think ’bout that shit, nigga. I will fuckin’ kill you."
"I believe you will," Devin said, and sat next to me on the bed. "Every night Taye takes sleeping pills, and after that, she is pretty much out of it. Tomorrow night I’ll make sure she takes it, and that she’s in bed around nine o’clock. When I’m sure she’s out, I’ll leave and go someplace where I can be seen. I’ll leave the alarm off, you break in, kill her, take some shit, and go."
"Any cash in the house?"
"Not after tomorrow there won’t be."
"Tomorrow night it is. When you bringing the money?"
"You meet me here tomorrow at one-thirty. I’ll give you the money and the address," Devin said, and stood up.
"See you then," I said, and watched Devin leave the apartment.
As soon as I heard the door close, I reached for my purse. I dug around in there until I found my cell and my cigarettes. I lit up a cigarette and dialed a number.
"House of beauty, this is Cutie," she said in that sexy-ass voice.
"What’s up, Cutie. This Q. What you doin’?"
"Reading a book. What about you?"
"Layin’ here naked, thinkin’ ’bout your sexy ass. Why don’t you come by and do what you do."
I told Cutie where Devin lived, and she said she would be there in hour. I made myself comfortable and didn’t think no more ’bout killin’ Devin’s wife. Tomorrow at one-thirty, if he handed me five Gs, I would worry ’bout it then.
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Chapter Nineteen
Devin