Page 13 of Terrez and Shalene (D-Ville Projects #4)

Terrez

“Who the fuck is he on the phone with?” I asked rhetorically.

Right now, Little and I were watching a camera we placed in the trap on Roosevelt.

When the camera was set up, we made sure no one was in the crib and nobody outside of Little and me knew about it.

I wanted to put Big Lou on game since he’d been here before the shit was passed down to me, but I didn’t trust anyone.

As far as I was concerned, every nigga in here was guilty until proven innocent.

We’d been watching the camera for about a week now, but nothing had caught our attention until a few days ago.

The shit pissed me off because it had taken away from the time I wanted to spend with Shalene.

I sent her a text to check on her, but clearly the shit wasn’t good enough.

I didn’t blame her though. I wanted to be in her presence just as much as she wanted to be in mine.

Since she was kid free this weekend, I had plans to take her pretty ass on a date tomorrow.

As soon as I wrapped this shit up with Little, I’d be heading to her apartment to see if she wanted to chill and cook like we’d done last night.

I enjoyed getting to know her on a deeper level and our connection was slowly progressing.

“I been tryna figure out the same thing. He gets the call around the same time, but the days of the call are random as fuck,” Little stated.

“Yeah, them niggas gotta switch up the routine. Chaos is stupid as fuck for not takin’ that shit to his car. Ain’t no way I’m gon’ be on some snake shit all out in the open.”

“Real shit. You don’t think we should say somethin’ to Lou?”

“Nah. It’s too early and we ain’t got shit to tell if I’m bein’ real.”

Before Little could respond, his phone rang with a call from his delivery man, Chris.

This nigga was supposed to update us days ago, but I was trying to be understanding since his mom was knocking at death’s door.

Had he been any other nigga, I would’ve pulled up on him in the hospital room.

Deep down, I had a heart, but the streets would never know that.

“Yoo.”

“Ay, Little…What’s good, bruh? You free to meet me at the spot real quick?”

“Yeah. I’m about ten minutes away. I got my brother with me too.”

“Aight, man. I’ll see you niggas in a few.”

When the call ended, Little and I shot each other a knowing look.

If Chris was requesting a meeting, that meant some shit had gone down or he found out something of value.

Chris wasn’t someone to call for simple shit.

As we pulled into traffic, I rested my head against the headrest and hoped that shit didn’t take all day.

I’d much rather be laid up under Shalene than out here in a bunch of niggas’ faces playing this game of Clue.

Before being granted access to the warehouse, Little and I were stopped at the door.

Chris didn’t allow anybody to walk in here with a phone or guns and I didn’t blame him.

There weren’t many people who knew about this location and I thought he was smart as fuck for that.

Shit could get messy if information got into the wrong hands.

“What’s good, y’all?” Chris asked as he shook hands with us.

“Same shit, different day,” Little said as he took a seat across from Chris.

For now, I planned to let Little take the lead on this. These niggas were his people.

“What you got for me?”

“Man…”

Running a hand down his face in frustration, Chris took a second to get his words together before speaking.

“Somebody in y’all camp is a snake. The lil nigga I had do the delivery is tied up in the next room. He got some information y’all may wanna hear before I have his ass sent to his maker.”

When Chris stood, Little and I followed suit.

The three of us walked down a small hallway and approached a closed door.

Chris knocked twice and the door was opened by some big ass security guard looking ass nigga with shades on.

Behind him, I caught a glimpse of the runner tied down to the chair.

His head lifted slightly when he felt our presence.

Both his eyes being swollen and purple let me know someone had done a number on his ass.

“Trevor, my boy. I got some people who need to holla at you.”

When Trevor shook his head, Chris put a hand on his shoulder and told him the deal.

“If you talk, I promise to kill you quick. If you refuse not to talk or I feel like it’s bullshit, I’ll be sure to have my dogs eat yo’ ass within an inch of your life. I’ll bury your ass alive just so you can feel everything. Your choice,” he said as he stood and patted his back.

When Little and I walked closer, the foul smell that surrounded him didn’t bother me. I’d had my fair share of niggas I had to handle, so the smell didn’t even make me flinch.

“Talk, lil nigga,” Little said as he stood in front of Trevor.

“I…I don’t know who’s pulling the strings, but Chaos owes a debt to the Bedford Boys.

I didn’t get any details about the situation, but I know that much.

The day I called him to let him know it was me doing the drop, he told me he needed a favor.

He didn’t wanna talk on the phone, so he met me at the park.

He gave me twenty thousand to take a brick to another location.

I put it in a baby bag and set it under a tree.

By the time I was leaving the park, the bag was gone.

After that, I did the drop as normal. The only reason the plan fell through was because of that nigga Lou.

He was right there when I came in with the bag,” Trevor recalled.

This nigga was talking so low that it was damn near hard to hear every word.

Now that he was speaking, I was putting two and two together.

The numbers had been slightly off for a while and it was because of Chaos’ fraud ass.

This may have been his first time doing business with Trevor, but it wasn’t his first time doing the shit.

“So, twenty racks was all it took for you to turn on a nigga that’s been keepin’ your pockets full for years?

If I’m gon’ betray my people, it’s gon’ be for more than twenty.

Thanks for the information. But the way I look at it, yo’ ass deserve to die.

Women on my roster would’ve asked for more than twenty bands. ”

When Little was done with his insults, he stepped back and walked out of the room. Following his lead, we made it halfway back to the room we were in previously before two shots rang out and silence followed.

“I see you kept your word,” I said to Chris when he entered the room.

“Shit, that’s all I got as a man. The only reason he was breathing this long was because I was waiting for y’all to come through.”

“How you find out he had somethin’ to do with it? It’s been days,” Little added.

“I been doing business with Kassir and Suleem since I was a rookie. Them niggas are thorough. Ain’t no way the shipment was short on their end. It’s a shame I had to put that nigga down, but it is what it is.”

Little and I stayed for a while longer and talked more business with Chris before heading out.

I felt relieved that I could spend the rest of my day with Shalene.

She should be home from work by now, so she’d be my first stop.

As soon as I stepped out of Little’s truck, I called her but got no answer.

I called again while I waited for the elevator, but this time my call was sent to voicemail.

Running my hand through my beard, I tried to keep myself from getting irritated.

We hadn’t made anything between us official, but I felt entitled to her time.

Even without a title she belonged to me.

I stuffed my phone in my pocket when the elevator doors opened.

Thankfully there was no one else with me.

Once I got off, I went to Shalene’s door and rang the bell she had up.

“Yes?” she called out through the speaker.

“The fuck you mean, yes? You see me callin’ you. Why you playin’ with me like that?”

“I’m on the phone. I was gonna call you back.”

“Shalene…open the damn door. You got me talkin’ to yo’ ass like we at a jail visit or somethin’.”

After a few moments of standing there in silence, the sound of the locks disengaging caught my attention.

Slowly, the door opened and Shalene’s fine ass stood there in a pair of black workout leggings with the matching tank top.

Her rose gold Beats were resting around her neck and an empty water bottle was in her free hand.

“You about to hit the gym?”

“I just got back. I got off work a few hours early, so I went when I got off,” she explained.

“Why you ain’t call me and tell me you were gettin’ off early? I would’ve gone with you.”

“I thought you might have been busy. Plus, that was a last-minute thing. I didn’t plan on leaving early.”

“How that happen anyway? Just the other day you were tellin’ me you had to work harder than a Mexican.”

“You get on my damn nerves,” Shalene laughed.

“Shit, I’m serious.”

“One of my coworkers thought she was on the schedule, but she wasn’t. She lives an hour away, so she really wasn’t trying to go home. I let her work the rest of my shift since I’d already gotten my hours for the week. I got the next three days to relax and lounge around.”

“That’s what’s up, baby. What you in the mood to eat tonight? Matter of fact, gone and get dressed when you’re done showering. I was gon’ wait until tomorrow but fuck it.”

Taking my phone out, I went to the website of the steakhouse I wanted and luckily, they had a few more reservation slots. Once I secured our table, I let Shalene know she had an hour to get dressed before I’d be coming back for her.