In the gritty streets of Harlem, where loyalty is everything and danger lurks around every corner, two seemingly perfect couples, Krystal and Shakur, live a life of wealth and allure. Married for two years, they present a polished image to the world...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
"Yo, Kash," Rico's voice crackled through her earpiece. "We just got word. Sin's got a drop goin' down at that old warehouse by the docks."
Krystal, dressed down in black cargo pants and a fitted leather jacket, paused, processing the intel. "Who's handling it?"
"We got Malik, Ty, and a few others ready to roll," he replied. "Just say the word."
She smirked, adjusting her bulletproof vest underneath her jacket. "Nah, this one's personal. I'll take care of it."
A beat of silence, then Rico's doubtful laugh. "You sure bout that, Kash? Could be messy."
"That's the point," she shot back, sliding her Glock into its holster. She checked the ammo, quick and efficient, before tucking a spare clip into her belt.
"Sin needs to understand he's got no place around here. I'll leave the cleanup to y'all, but I'm ending this drop myself."
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As she pulled up to the warehouse, the scene was quiet. She parked her car a block down, strapping her holster tight and slipping her knife into her boot for good measure. This wasn't about sending messages or warnings—this was about shutting Sin down.
Moving in close, she spotted the group of Sin's men gathered by the loading dock. They were busy loading crates into a truck, laughing and talking like they had all the time in the world.
Her eyes narrowed.
Krystal crept around the side, keeping low until she was close enough to catch their voices.
"You gettin' paid for today's run yet?" one of the men asked, his voice carrying over the loading noise.
"Nah, boss said he'll square up after we drop this last load," the other responded, shrugging.
Perfect, she thought. Before they could notice her, she stepped into the light, gun drawn.
"Hope y'all enjoyed that last paycheck," she called out, voice ice cold.
