The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"I still don't know why the fuck we're doing this?" Aston mumbled under his breath for the fifth time since we've been parked outside of Lamonte's house. Well, at least what we figured out to possibly be Lamonte's house. All we knew for sure was he was inside. The entire six weeks of my recovery we've been grabbing information and having him followed to lead us to this exact night. I met up with Sly and grabbed two semi atomic pistols for Aston and I and enough bullets to make someone unrecognizable. We were parked about three houses down from the one he was in with the headlights off. My leg shook frantically up and down due to my nerves. I'd only killed one person ever in my life and even that time was a complete mistake. 

"I keep telling you why, Ash. I'm scared to see what will happen if I don't. Plus, I don't like Lamonte."

"Yeah, but do you dislike him enough to kill him? Zy'Air definitely won't take you back if he finds out you were the one who murdered his best friend."

When Aston picked me up from the hospital, I told him everything that happened between Zy'Air and I.  Him leaving me broke my heart completely but there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much I feel he shouldn't be upset with me, I did lie to him for the entire nine months I was pregnant. I just felt in my mind if there was a chance he was the father of the baby, there was no point of me messing up our little family confessing a fuck up. I shook my head in frustration. I ended up fucking it up regardless. 

"You and I both know this man is heavy into some unknown street shit. What was I supposed to say? No? And then take money out of everyone's mouth?"

Aston sucked his teeth. "I just don't understand. This is the nigga who set your parents up to be killed."

"I know that, Aston."

"You know that, but yet here we are-"

"I said I know, alright!" I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "Look, I know. And trust me when I say I'm going to get the truth about all of that. But right now, we don't have any other connect for the coke but him. So, if he asks me to jump you best believe I'm going to ask how high."

"Wow, Zoyanna. You done sold your soul to this shit."

Aston opened the glove compartment and pulled out two ski masks. He handed one to me and put his over his face, checking to make sure there was already a bullet in the chamber of the gun. 

"Let's get this shit over with," he mumbled. 

I quickly put on my mask and got out of the car along with Aston. It was the getaway car so I wasn't too pressed about locking the doors. Plus, I didn't want to set anyone off by putting the alarm on it. We both quickly dashed behind some nearby bushes. 

"You remember what to do?" I asked him.

"Do you?"

"Listen, we're not going to make it out of here alive if our chemistry is off."

"Chemistry? We're just killing' the nigga."

Aston gripped the gun in his hand a little tighter then pushed off past the bushes. I quickly matched his footsteps to try and keep up with him. We double timed to the house, trying our best not to be seen. 

"And you're sure nobody else is in here with him?" I asked.

"No one but that big bitch he's been slobbing down since we started clocking his every move."

I walked closer to the house and slowly peaked into a window that was covered in the inside by a sheer curtain. I could see both Lamonte and the girl sitting in front of a tv watching it. 

"I think we should go in through the back," I told Ashton.

"Well, no shit, Zoy. We can't break in through the front when they're right there."