Page 58 of Still Yours

“I appreciate you handling this shit for me, bro. If I was on my feet, I’d get this nigga myself. Show these niggas no mercy.”

“I’ma bring them niggas’ head to you as a trophy…”

Dexz chuckled. “A’ight, do that.”

$$$$

Hours Later…

Burner stood in front of the Aloft Hotel, blowing a cigarette in the cold, waiting for Bambi. He had his gun in his waistband, off safety, and one of Dexz’s goons was with him. He was becoming impatient, so he started to pace.

“If this bitch on some bullshit, I’m blasting her on sight,” Burner said out loud as he stomped the butt of his cigarette into the ground. His phone started vibrating in his hand. He looked at it, and it was a text from Bambi.

Lunden’s Bitch: I’m sorry I fell asleep. My room number is 704. I’m here alone, so don’t worry, and I don’t have any weapons.

Burner wasted no time going inside and taking the elevator to her floor. When he got to her door, it was already open.

“Close it if you want. It can stay open if you don’t feel comfortable. It’s just me and my girlfriend Bria in here. She is asleep in the bedroom,” he heard her say as he stepped into the cold room.

“I’ll close it, but my nigga is in the hallway for my protection, so don’t try no dumb shit.” He lied just to scare her because he was alone until it was time to execute.

He looked around and spotted Bambi sitting at the table, looking out the window at the city. The room was dim, and it reeked of perfume and weed. She was wearing a white robe, and her hair was curly. Burner couldn’t lie… she was a bad bitch, but he knew he was there for business. She blew smoke from her nose from the blunt she was smoking as she watched Burner walk over to the table.

“I’m happy you trusted me and came here. I’m not in the business to hurt you. I’m here to help.”

Burner sat at the table across from her, and they pierced their eyes on each other.

“So, what you gotta tell me about this nigga, Lunden?” he asked, getting straight to the point.

“Well, first of all, I know he gave the Dominicans all of Dexz’s whereabouts. The day he got shot, they had been following him. Not only do they want him dead; they wanted to send a message to the streets, but Lunden had everything to do with them finding Dexz.”

“Damn. Well, I hope I didn’t just come over here for that. The streets already been talkin’. What’s his whereabouts? That’s what I need to know.”

“First, where's my money? I don’t mean to sound greedy, but that nigga put me and my sister out. I need to make my money how I can.”

Burner dug into his pocket and tossed five grand on the table. Bambi ran her stiletto nails through the money, counting some of it. She walked off and got her phone along with a pen and pad. She wrote down his address and phone number. Burner left without a word and headed to the address he'd been given. He called Dexz’s goon, Bino, and gave him the address because he was already on standby. However, Burner realized he’d driven two hours outside New York.

When Bino arrived, it was three in the morning. A huge two-story house sat with three cars in the driveway. All the lights were on, and they could see someone walking around through the curtains.

“Oh, this nigga was ducked off for real, but we about to blow his whole spot.” Burner cocked his gun back after he placed the extended clip in.

Bino slid on a ski mask and slid his gun into his waist. The two crept up to the door and looked through the window. The curtains were slightly open so they could see in. Burner looked at Lunden sitting at his dining room table with an older-looking man. Bino squinted, trying to get a good look at the man Lunden was sitting with. He frowned.

“Yo, that’s the boy Diego. The nigga that killed Dexz’s parents back in the day,” he whispered.

“Oh, for real? It look like we ‘bout to kill two birds with one stone.” Burner wasted no time using a credit card to break into Lunden’s house.

He and Bino crept down the foyer as quietly as they could. Burner peeped into the living room and saw Lunden snorting a long line of cocaine. In the back of his mind, he always felt like Lunden did coke because of his impulsive ways. He always said he didn't, but he always had a sniffle he couldn’t get rid of that Burner knew from anywhere.

“Let’s get these dopehead niggas.”

Before Lunden and Diego knew it, Burner and Bino had them hemmed against the wall with their guns to their heads.

“Yo, how the fuck you get in my crib, and who the fuck sent you niggas?” Lunden shouted. He was highly pissed off that somebody had broken in.

“I sent me, nigga. You think we don’t know you sittin’ up in here doin’ dope with his arch enemy? You snake ass nigga, where the drugs and the dope you owe, my nigga?” Burner roared.

“Oh, you and that nigga Dexz think y'all bold? If that nigga Dexz think he’s gon’ get away with this, he got another thing comin’,” Diego said with his hands against the wall as Bino checked his pockets and took everything.