Betrayal (Urban Fiction Part 2)

Chapter 2: The Alliance

Harmony's POV

"We straight, ma. We gone finish our little conversation upstairs," the man says as he unties my arms and legs. I rub my wrists, trying to get the feeling back. My heart is pounding with each second that passes.

He motions for me to stand, his eyes never leaving mine. I stand on shaky legs, my mind racing to figure out my next move. He nods towards the staircase, and I take a hesitant step forward, feeling his presence looming behind me.

As we walk up the stairs, I can't stop thinking about our plan and how it ended me up here. Why had no one anticipated it going wrong, or better yet, me being caught up in the crossfire of retaliation? I replay the events in my mind, searching for a misstep, a moment where it all went off track.

Then it hit me. Flashbacks of me and Trevon's interactions before the wedding start to flood my mind.

It all happened so fast. I was so distracted by our sexual tension that I didn't realize giving Trevon my phone was the biggest mistake I could have made. I knew his brother was dead—why did I actually feed into his concerns and worries?

We reach the top of the stairs, and I force myself to stay calm. The realization of my mistake weighs heavily on me, but I can't afford to let it show.

The man behind me clears his throat, bringing me back to the present. "Keep moving, ma" he says, his voice a rough reminder of my current predicament.

The hallway seems to stretch forever.

My thoughts race.

Each heartbeat is a reminder of how quickly things can spiral out of control.

Finally, we stop in front of a door at the end of the hallway. He reaches past me to open it, revealing a small, sparsely furnished room, with a single couch in it.

"Let's talk, have a seat on the couch, ma," the man commands. I hesitate for a moment, my mind still racing, before slowly lowering myself onto the couch.

He remains standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl.

"What's your name?" the man demands, his eyes narrowing. "Better yet, what's your real name? Trevon told me you like to go by multiple, but I don't play all that lying shit, I will shoot yo ass for lying to me. If I'm going to give you a chance, you gonna have to answer honestly."

I take a deep breath, my heart is pounding in my chest. "Harmony, my name is Harmony."

He stares at me for a moment, then nods. "Who's the niggas you working with?"

"Their names are Ezekiel and Augustine," I reply, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly sizing me up. "Ezekiel and Augustine, huh? I've heard of them niggas before. They sell drugs. How would a woman like you be connected to they ass?"

I swallow hard, my mind racing for the right words. "My best friend is Nevaeh."

"Okay? And?" he prompts, his eyes narrowing further.

"Augustine and Nevaeh are related, they're half-siblings. So, because Quantavious killed Nevaeh's family and Stormi shot Nevaeh, Augustine came up with the plan to get revenge, and here we are now. Me caught up, talking to you."

His eyes darken, and he takes a step closer, the tension in the room is thick. "So, you was the spy, huh? You was playing my boy Trevon."

I shake my head. "No, it wasn't like that. I cared about Trevon. I didn't know the full extent of Augustine's plan until it was too late. By then, I was already in too deep," I lie.

"Well, ma, yo ass is in debt to me. You not only had a part to play in the death of Trevon's brother, but you also had a part in mine."

My heart sinks as his words register. "Stormi is your brother?"

"Yep," he confirms, his expression hardening. "And you better believe somebody finna die."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "I didn't know Stormi was your brother. I swear, I didn't know it would lead to this. I was just trying to help Nevaeh."

"Help Nevaeh?" he choked. "Yo ass think that makes a difference? My brother's dead because of y'all, and Trevon's bother too. Now, it's our turn to start inflicting some pain.

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "So, Harmony, yo first task is gonna be to create a distraction. Me and my team finna rob yo boy Augustine for all of his drugs, but we gonna need some time."

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "What do you need me to do?"

"Convince everyone to go away for the weekend," he instructs. "We need that time to find out where his production is made and come up with a plan on how we gone steal it."

"Don't fuck this shit up, you hear me, ma," he added, his tone threatening.

"I hear you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"And remember," he continues, "I am always there and listening. You will never contact me; I will always contact you."

I nod again, feeling the weight of the task settling heavily on my shoulders. "I understand."

"Good," he says, stepping back. "Get it done. And Harmony, don't even think about crossing me. You won't like the consequences, ma."

I nod, my heart pounding with the weight of his warning. "Understood."

"Trevon is waiting for you outside and will take you back to your resort," he adds, gesturing towards the door.

I hesitate for a moment, then nod again, knowing I have no choice but to comply. With one last glance at him, I turn and walk out of the room, my mind already racing with plans and strategies.

This was just the beginning, and I had to stay one step ahead if I wanted to survive.

To be continued...