When I woke up the next day, I was nervous as hell. I jumped up with thoughts swirling in my head. What if Todd had been calling my phone and Bobby noticed? What would Todd say if he knew I had not only gotten into the house but also spent the night? I couldn’t believe I’d slept that hard in a strange place. I looked around to get my bearings and try to clear my head so I could scope out some more of the house.
Bobby was not in the room, and there was a tray of breakfast at the end of the bed. I looked down at myself and saw I still had on all of my clothes. That was a good fucking sign. I knew I hadn’t slept with him. I stood up and crept over to the door, and that’s when I noticed the security system screens that were embedded in the wall. There were about seventeen different panels on the screens showing different parts of the house. I recognized the front foyer, the pool area, and Bobby’s wing. The rest of the screens looked foreign to me, but one caught my attention real quick. It was a shot of a long hallway of doors, and as the cameras panned up and down the hallway, I could see that the doors had Onity locks on them.
“Shit,” I cursed. This must be the area of the house with the rooms of money, but I knew that Onity locks required a code. Then I noticed that one of the doors on the screen looked familiar. I peeked around the room; then I remembered. There was a door in Bobby’s huge-ass bathroom that stayed closed. I rushed into the bathroom to check. Sure enough, the door that led to the hallway with all of the doors was located inside his bathroom. There was a huge lock on it as well. I raced back over to the security screens to see if there were any other shots of the house that looked familiar. I made a note that there were armed security guards at almost every entrance, exit, and door. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath.
“What’s the matter … never seen a security system before?” Bobby’s voice boomed from behind me.
I jumped so hard a little bit of piss escaped my bladder. “Heyyy,” I sang out, nervous as hell. I was hoping he couldn’t see my lip quivering like a motherfucker. “I was just admiring the other parts of your house,” I lied.
“You didn’t eat your breakfast,” he said dryly.
“I’m not a breakfast person. I really have to go. I … need to take care of some things,” I stammered.
“I will arrange to have you taken home,” he said like he had something else he had to do. I was trying real hard not to look back over at those security screens. I started mapping shit out in my head. I needed to call the guys and get this shit popping before Bobby was on to me. I knew from all of our conversations he wasn’t no dumb-ass street dude. In fact, Bobby was so sophisticated I started to doubt our ability to carry out this heist.
“Can you call down to Satanya and Captain for me?” I asked as Bobby walked me toward the front doors.
“They are not here,” he said.
My heart sank. What the fuck is Satanya thinking?! I screamed in my head. She was steadily making fucking moves without letting me know. Satanya was trying to come up at a bad time in her life, and I understood that, but so was I, and I wasn’t about to let her fuck everything up. I was gonna see her ass. Me and this bitch needed to have a serious talk. I just hoped I could get to her before she did some dumb shit.
As soon as I was in my apartment, I peeled off my clothes, took a hot shower, and called Bam and Black over. It was time to get this under way. I was afraid that if I stayed around Bobby any longer, I might get caught up. He was easy to like, and his dough was especially easy to fall in love with. I had seen enough of the house; by looking at the security setup, I figured out just where the cameras were. I had counted the security guys at the front and around the perimeter. All it had taken was one visit. I had to get the ball rolling. There was money to be made, and I wasn’t fucking sitting around playing games. Bobby and his charm were no match for the fucking mission at hand. I knew for sure now that this motherfucker definitely had a shitload of paper up in that house. I was going to get Todd out, but I was also going to set aside something for a rainy fucking day for myself. Granted, Todd was the one who had picked me up out of the gutter, but a bitch had been through the wringer with his ass too. Bitches, bids, being broke—it was time for Shannon Marshall to come up. I had a new fervor back to my attitude. I was gonna get that paper.
“Fuck Bobby Knight!” I said to myself after thinking about what I had been through. That bastard had tried to charm my pants off, and if I had been weak, he would’ve fucked me and then he would’ve thrown me away.
I had everything sketched out on paper by the time Bam and Black arrived at my house. I had taken that little drawing Dray had given Todd, and I put the two together until I had a complete drawing of the house and all the areas we needed to be concerned about.
“Damn, ma, you are focused,” Bam commented, walking in wearing all black. He picked up the drawings I had made to examine them. He stared at them, rubbing his chin like he was thinking hard.
“I’m telling you the house is huge,” I said. “There is a hallway off of this wing that I think has the rooms full of money Dray was talking about. Those got Onity locks, so either y’all shooting off the locks or blowing those doors off,” I continued.
“Looks like we gonna need a lot more people for this shit,” Black said.
He was also dressed in all black. That nigga looked like he had been through a war with scars all over his face and neck. I recognized a nigga who had been shanked, and somebody had definitely taken a razor and fucked Black up. Todd told me that Bam and Black were professional heist niggas. They were responsible for one of the largest jewelry heists that ever happened in Virginia. I remembered seeing it on the news. Those niggas grabbed two million dollars in jewelry and cash. They had drilled fucking holes right into the jewelry store’s walls, burrowed themselves underground, and blew the fucking doors off the safes. Some real TV type of shit. The police couldn’t understand how they had avoided the surveillance cameras. Bam told me that they had these suits that the military uses that mask the body heat so in the dark the night vision on the cameras could not detect them. Shit, you could buy anything on the black market in the hood. After he said that, I was pretty confident that these dudes were the truth. There was no way they would leave Bobby’s house without most, if not all, of that fucking money.
We sat and devised a plan. They told me they did not want to tell me too much about what would go down once they got inside; my job was to get them in and get to the money and get the fuck outta Dodge while the mayhem was going on.
“You know that he gotta die, right?” I asked.
“That’s not a problem. We have Usef the Nigerian on our team to carry out the hit. There will be no witnesses, so whoever is there who is not on the team gotta die,” Black said, sounding ruthless as hell. That shit brought a cold chill over my body. I had to hurry up and get in touch with this bitch Satanya.
Todd
Word on the tier was that Dray was gone because he was a snitch. Those fucking rumors kept me up at night. I paced the cell thinking that this bastard Dray had fucking used me and my wife, and he was working with the police. I had ransacked all his shit in the days he was gone. When he finally got escorted back to the cell, I was on his ass like a tick on a fucking dog. I grabbed his bitch ass by the collar.
“What the fuck is going on with you, nigga?” I growled in his face. My eyes were bugged out of the sockets, and I could see my spit landing on his nose. “I heard you a fucking snitch! My wife’s life is on the motherfucking line out there!” I continued, feeling the veins in my arms bulging.
“Yo, nigga! Get the fuck up off me!” Dray yelled, grabbing on to my hands and pushing me off him.
We started tussling. I grabbed his bitch ass in a headlock and started choking the goddamn life out of his punk snitch ass.
“Yo, Todd, man … I am not no snitch! These motherfuckers tried to get me on some ol’ trumped-up shit saying I had hidden weapons in the wall near the shower area. Said they had me on camera,” Dray started explaining, barely able to squ
eeze the words out as hard as I was holding his fucking neck between my arms. “Man, I wouldn’t be working with no fuckin’ cops!” Dray screamed, letting his body go limp like he was about to pass the fuck out.
I knew how to put a nigga’s lights out, but I also didn’t wanna catch a fucking assault charge and get sent to the hole. I released his ass with a push. I was huffing and puffing. I didn’t know what to think—my head was spinning. I felt like I was going crazy. It was only two more weeks before my court date, and I needed a fucking good attorney. The stress of being locked up, my wife seeing another man, and the whole heist shit had me bugging. Shannon was hardly answering my calls. I hadn’t gotten a visit that week. I didn’t know what the fuck to think.
“Yo, nigga, I told you already. We good. You can trust me,” Dray said.
Shannon
When my phone rang at two in the morning, I knew it wasn’t good.
I reached over and picked it up. “Hello?” I answered, all groggy.
“I need to see you right now. I am downstairs,” Bobby’s voice boomed through the receiver.
“I’m asleep. What time is it?” I said, sitting up in the bed, trying to wipe sleep out of my eyes.
“Come downstairs,” he barked, and hung up. I hadn’t seen this nigga in two days after he got all bent out of shape at me looking at his fucking security system. How he gonna just keep showing up at my fucking crib demanding me to come outside? This nigga really thought he was the biggest boss and shit. I got out of bed and peeked out the window. Sure enough, he was outside with his dark-tinted windows. At first I thought about ignoring him, but knowing him, he would just keep calling me and sit out there until I came out. Maybe he was just thinking about me in the middle of the night. That better be the fucking reason. I picked up my cell and called Bam.
“Change of plans. This nigga is at my house right now. I may already be at his crib. I will send the text when I’m ready,” I said on Bam’s voice mail.
I slipped on some jeans and a T-shirt, threw my hair in a slick ponytail, and went outside. Before I could get to Bobby’s car, the door swung open.
“What’s going on?” I asked, acting like I was still rubbing sleep from my eyes. “You can’t keep popping up on me like this,” I complained.
“I need to show you something,” Bobby said dryly. Without saying another word, I climbed into the backseat. After I closed the door, the driver pulled off.
“It’s two in the morning. It couldn’t wait?” I asked. It’s a damn good thing Lil Todd had gone to my neighbor’s house for a slumber party.
Bobby didn’t speak much on the ride like he usually did. I had the call in to Bam because I had had enough of the games. Bobby’s behavior was a bit strange. No calling me sweet pea, no long conversations, just silence. My hands were wet with sweat, and I could not control the urge to rock my legs back and forth. The silence was fucking unnerving.
We arrived at the marina near Virginia Beach, and the car stopped abruptly. Bobby turned to me, grabbed my arm with a little force, and said with a strange tone to his voice, “Sweet pea, I want to know if I can trust you.”
“Ahem … sure you can,” I said, trying to stay calm, placing my hand on top of his because he was hurting my goddamn arm.
“Good, then I want to show you something,” he said, summoning me out of the car.
“What is it, Bobby, that it couldn’t wait until the morning?” I asked, trying to act very annoyed to mask my fucking nerves. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head. What if he had had me followed? What if he had my phone tapped? I was paranoid as a bitch. We walked halfway down the pier, and that’s when I noticed her, and she obviously noticed me too.
“Shannon! Help me! Help me!” Satanya was screaming at the top of her lungs. Captain had his huge hands wound all up in her hair; her neck looked like it would break. My eyes almost popped out of my head.
“Shannon, tell them! Tell them so they will let me go!” Satanya screamed, her face filling with blood, taking on a maroon color, almost like the inside of a beet. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. My legs felt like they would give out, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest like I was mad, but it was really to keep me from throwing up.
“Bitch, what are you fucking talking about?” I screamed, squinting my eyes into little slits. “What the fuck is going on, Bobby? Make him let her go,” I screamed, playing it off big-time.
“Shannon! You know the plan! Tell them! They don’t believe me! Ahhh, pa-lease!” Satanya screamed.
I couldn’t believe this bitch.
“Satanya, what the fuck are you talking about? This bitch is crazy!” I yelled, turning away from her to look at Bobby.
“Well, she says you planned to have me robbed or something crazy like that,” Bobby said calmly, looking over his dark glasses so his eyes could meet mine.
“What?!” I shouted, crinkling my eyebrows. “Bobby, look, this bitch is obviously on some serious drugs. I don’t even know you like that to have you robbed. You know how I feel about you and this thing we are building,” I said, pleading my case. I knew Bobby had a soft spot for me and wanted to believe me. I could see it, even though he played hard that he was conflicted. I was in fucking utter shock at this bitch Satanya. We had been friends for years, and I thought for sure I could trust her with the biggest fucking secret I’d ever had.
“Shannon! Tell the truth or they will kill me!” Satanya continued as Captain dragged her down to the ground and took his other hand to punch her in the face. Blood spurted out as if her face were a popped cherry.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up! I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about!” I hollered. I had to save my own fucking life. This bitch had ruined her own. I wanted to just kick the shit out of her, but I felt bad about the way Captain was beating on her. Our lives were on the fucking line right now for no fucking reason. Why? Why couldn’t this fucking hoodrat bitch just have kept her fucking legs closed and her mouth shut? But this was my fault. I should have set this whole thing up alone. I had just been so nervous to do it all by myself. Now shit may be ruined for real.
“If I can trust you and you say she is a liar, then she has to die,” Bobby said, nodding at Captain, who opened up another assault on Satanya.
I closed my eyes; I couldn’t watch. I felt like a coward for not saving her. My ears started ringing.
“She has to die.”
It felt like his words were a loud bell up against my eardrums.
Captain kept his grip in Satanya’s hair, and she continued to scream. I could tell he was hurt and angry at the same time. He really looked like he was kind of fucked up over what was going on. But I also knew he was a killer. There were like six other niggas there; there was nowhere to run. Satanya’s screams kept echoing, and she kept pleading for me to tell them the plan. It was a good thing I had never given her any details or else the whole shit would’ve been over. They were not trying to hear shit.
“Well?” Bobby said.
“Look, Bobby, why are you talking crazy? When she dries out, she won’t be talking this crazy shit. Just let her go and I will make sure she never takes another drug,” I said, shaking up and down on my legs to emphasize my desperate plea. I could feel my ass cheeks shaking—that was how scared I was.
“I don’t fucking think you understand! If she’s lying, she dies. And if she’s telling the truth, then I’m gonna torture you until you bleed to death,” he growled, grabbing my cheeks forcefully.
Bobby gave me a hard look, then told Captain, “Take the girl home and clean her up.” But I knew that’s not what he meant. I was seeing my girl alive for the last time.
“You’re going home with me,” Bobby said forcefully, placing his arm around my neck. I looked back at Satanya and our eyes met.
Bobby waited for me to get myself together. I couldn’t help but look back at Satanya a few times.
“You all right?” Bobby asked.
“No! No, I’m not all right. You j
ust threatened to kill me!” I screamed.
“Yeah, I threatened to kill you because Satanya came to me with all that shit,” he said calmly.
“Yeah, because your fuckin’ boy keeps her so skied up on shit that she is fucking hallucinating. She is harmless. If your fucking boy harms a hair on her head—” I started.
“What? Will you beat my ass?” Bobby asked sarcastically, chuckling.
“I want to go home,” I demanded.
“You will, but when I say you go,” Bobby said, grabbing my hand like I was a little kid and leading me back to his car.
We drove straight to his house. When we arrived, I was scared as hell all over again. But I guess if he wanted to kill me, he would’ve done it already.
Once inside, we went to his wing. Bobby loosened his tie and took off his shades. I couldn’t even bear to look at his ugly-ass face. I just sat all shook up on the end of the bed.
“Listen, I want you to understand—” he started, touching my shoulders gently.
“I can’t. This shit ain’t for me,” I sobbed. I cried for so many reasons. Because my fucking husband had put me in this predicament; because I knew the task at hand; and most of all, because my heart had grown so cold over the last few weeks that I didn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but myself. Bobby grabbed me and hugged me tightly. He began kissing my neck with his big soup cooler lips and then moved to my breasts. A feeling of disgust came over me, and suddenly I wanted him dead. I could feel Bobby’s hard dick up against me.
Bobby pushed me back gently on the bed. My mind was swirling with all kinds of mixed feelings. He started pulling off my jeans. I cried even harder. I knew that if I didn’t fuck him, he might think I was down with what Satanya had said. I let him undress me. Then I watched him undress himself. He walked back over to the bed, climbed over me, and stuck his dick straight up in me.
“Ahh.” I let out a loud sigh.
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