No Remorse, No Regrets

Chapter 10

Armel called Keenan and his phone went straight to voicemail. He picked up the phone and called Carlito.

"Some shit is about to pop off and that bitch Cookie and Keenan are nowhere to be found."

"Calm down, people with power who know people don't stress", then Carlito hung up.

What Carlito said had Armel really thinking. Even though the situation at hand have innocent people in jeopardy he tried to crack the riddle. His thoughts were cloudy but he managed to stomach his emotions and put two and two together. Armel know he can't get the police involved but he knew that money talked. Armel got in touch with his old friend Officer Smith. He was one of the dirtiest cops in all of Miami. Officer Smith had a debt to pay to Armel and he was ready to collect.

"Wats good Smitty", Armel said.

"Meet me at the spot."

Armel met Smitty at an abandon house in Overtown and gave him the 4-1-1. Followed by detailed instructions. Smitty had a few buddies in Tampa that he linked up with. Armel paid $25,000 upfront and would foot the other $15,000 when the job is completed. He missed Mercedes and was ready to bring his bae back home. Armel felt incomplete without his Bonnie. He moved swiftly but quiet.

I always tell people don't let this pretty face fool ya. I could either be your best friend or your worst enemy. One thing I can say once you burn that bridge you'll never cross back to the other side. Armel was ready to handle business so he called his boys and told them to gather everyone and meet at the place in Overtown. If Keenan or Cookie show up send me a text I'll meet ya'll in 30 mins. As I walked towards the room I could hear Chase talking. I knew Chance would hardly say anything because he a hothead like myself. I snuck in the back and sat quietly near the door as he spoke. Chase and Chance was some big muscular dudes. They were about 6'4 and 6'5 and had broad shoulders. Chase was the laid back twin who we always called prettyboy. He was light skin with 360 waves and gray eyes and Chance was light skin with a taper fade and brown eyes. I motioned for him to wrap up as I saw Keenan walk in from the back. I took the safety off my gun and walked around the room silently. Tonight was the end of this funny business shit. I am indeed my brother's keeper until one bites the hand that feed them. I kept a hard cold stare in my eyes as I walked pass each of my workers. Everybody look was examined closely. When I got near Keenan I swear I could hear that nigga knees buckle.

"Y'all get the fuck out my face", I screamed. "All accept you, as I stared in Keenan's eyes."

"You got something you wanna tell me", I asked. Impatiently waiting to see if this nigga would lie in my face. He only had one chance and one chance only so I'm waiting to see how this nigga answer my question.

The room was dead silent for about 5 minutes. As he stared at me and I stared back at him. All you could see was my nose flaring in and out and my chest heaving up and down.

" This what it all boils down too babyboy", Keenan said.

I cocked my head to the side and said, "Come again my nigga."

My trigger finger was itching and this nigga was seconds from giving it a scratch. Still not surprised he wasn't man enough to own up to his shit.

"Yo Keenan you a snake bruh", Chance said.

Before you knew it Chance had his gat cocked and locked on Keenan ready to make his body drop. I could see the look of death in his eyes. Keenan stood frozen. He couldn't tell whether or not should he test him. The room stayed quiet. I looked at Chance and he looked at Keenan who looked at us. I was ready to see was this nigga as stupid as he think he is. Smitty walked in the room and everybody dropped their gats at their waist.

"Sup Keenan, you got something you wanna share with the fam", said Smitty.

"Nah Boss, I'm good", said Keenan.

Armel sat his gun down and motioned for Chance to lock the door. He stood about 2 inches from Keenan.

"You know I looked up to you."

"I had respect for you."

"You fell off and I picked you up."

"Is this how you repay me?"

Keenan stood with a puzzled look on his face. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. I stared at him and he stared back at me. I couldn't really put together what he was thinking but I only had one thing on my mind and that was my girl.

"Where Cookie hiding Mercedes?"

"The fuck you asking me for", Keenan responded.

"Nigga I know you ain't resurface out of nowhere."

"It's funny you show up and Cookie show out."

Chance was pacing back and forth. The more he heard Keenan's voice the harder his feet hit the floor. He had enough and talking wasn't getting him the answers he wanted. Chance grabbed his gat and hit Keenan across the head with the butt. Keenan hit the floor wincing in pain.

"Nigga where the fuck is Cookie hiding Mercedes", he yelled.

Keenan held his head looking up as blood trickled down his forehead. He tilted his head and spit in Chance's face. Chance wiped the spit from his face with the back of his hand.

"You know you just fucked up right."

Keenan looked around the room trying to map out an escape route and ran into a dead end in each direction. Armel sat back and watched. Chance tossed his gun to Armel and grabbed Keenan by the shirt. He started punching Keenan over and over, with each blow his head jerked back. Smitty grabbed Chance pulling him off Keenan. Everybody looked at Keenan's limp body.

"Clean this shit up", Armel said.

Chase grabbed Keenan and tied his arms behind his back. Chance sat down in the chair examining his knuckles.

"I ain't touching that snake ass nigga."

Chase then taped his mouth and helped Smitty carry him out to the car. They opened the trunk and threw him in. Armel and Chance joined them outside. Armel handed the keys to Smitty and jumped in the car with Chase and Chance.

Armel knew Keenan had lied to his face. But he knew his baby was a soldier but he felt bad he had got her in the middle of all this bullshit. Chance and Chase dropped Armel off to the crib. He pulled out a bottle of Hennessy Black and downed cup after cup until he passed out.