Crimes of Passion

Chapter 15

Amari 

"We need to handle to mothafuckas."

"No we don't!" Yvette snapped at me. "Why can't Rocky handle his business on his own? Why do we need to be involved?"

"I'm his partner. I have to assist him if he calls me. He'd do the same if it were me asking."

"Are you going to kill someone...?" She said quietly.

"Hopefully it won't come to that." I said, not wanting to scare her.

The car ride was silent. I knew Yvette didn't have anything to say to me at this point. She and I both knew someone was about to get smoked in the next hour, whether or not we liked it. I didn't want to scare her, but I couldn't completely hide the truth from her either. This was just something she was going to have to get used to as well as other things. 

I followed the directions that Rocky gave me and turned up at an abandoned building. The doors were boarded up as well as something windows. It was covered in graffiti of all sorts of gang names and symbols to match.

Yvette and I got out of the car and made our way to the back of the building. Rocky said there was a clear entrance back there and to follow the stairs up to the top of the building. The inside was dark. The only light was whatever could make it in from outside. We went up the creaking steps. A few were missing to top it off. Every few seconds I asked Yvette if she was okay until she started to sound irritated. 

Once we made it to the top, we followed the passage way until we came to an open room where I saw Rocky with three other guys.

"Yo!" I called out to him.

"About time you got here nigga! Oh, you brought her too." He said referring to Yvette. "Even better."

"So what's going on?" I asked.

"These three owe us money. Big money. They had asked me for a loan to get their business up and running and I told them they'd have a month to pay me back every penny. That was two months ago, and they still don't have the mothafucken money."

"Oh shit." I snickered. "Y'all niggas in trouble now." 

"Why don't you gentlemen have a seat?" Rocky pointed to three busted up chairs in the corner.

They all stood silently, not moving a muscle.

"Are you stupid or deaf?! He said have a seat!" I yelled.

They all scrambled over to the chairs and sat down. Noticing some rope against the wall, I picked it up and tossed it all Rocky. 

"Tie them up. Let's have a little fun."

He nodded and went ahead tying their hands behind their backs and their feet together. 

"What are you guys going to do now?" Yvette asked.

"Just watch and see." I said gently.

With the three of them lined up beside each other and tied up, we began our fun.

"So now, exactly how much money did you niggas borrow?" I asked.

They all stay quiet.

"Y'all must be fuckin' stupid." I said pulling out my gun. "When any of us ask a question, you fuckin' answer. Got it?"

They all nodded.

"Alright. So I'll ask again. How much money did y'all borrow?"

"$500k..." One spoke up and told me. He was fat, with a big afro. This nigga could've been part of the Jackson 5.