Page 25 of Love’s Strongest Soldier

I went around and opened the driver’s door for Luxe. She offered me a smile and slid into the seat. Luxe started the car and soon as I shut the door behind her, she sped off. Her trying to escape hadn’t crossed my mind, even though it should’ve.

“Fuck.”

I ran back inside to grab the other set of keys to my Range Rover. By the time I made it out to the truck, Luxe was long gone. Luckily for me, I had tracking on all my cars. Grabbing my phone, I went to the application and found her ass.

“What the fuck are you up to?” I asked as I fled the parking garage.

Luxe’s location stopped at these apartments out in Four Way. It wasn’t the actual name of the apartments, but it was what we called the area. There was no reason for her to be out there. Pulling into the parking lot, I found my car parked sideways. From the way she parked, I could tell that she was in a rush to get out.

I stopped behind the car, blocking it into the space where she wouldn’t be able to run from me again. Hopping out, I neared the complex and noticed that one of the doors was cracked on the apartment upstairs. Removing my piece, I took the steps up to the door and eased it open with the barrel of my gun.

“I’m gon’ ask you one more fucking time.” I heard Luxe’s voice coming from the back of the apartment. Following it, I found her in the bathroom with some guy down on his knees in front of the toilet. Her gun was pressed in the back of his head. “Impressive, Mr. Security Man,” she spoke without even looking in my direction.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She shoved the gun further into the back of the guy’s head, and replied, “This nigga here is gon’ tell me where my shotgun is. Ain’t that right?”

“I ain’t telling you shit.”

Gripping him by his ponytail, she shoved his face down in the toilet. Gargling noises could be heard. His hands flapped everywhere, but Luxe didn’t let up. It was just a gun. I wasn’t sure why she was doing all this when it would just turn up later.

Yanking him up, she leaned down by his face and said, “You really starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“Is that shit on his face?”

Luxe cut her eyes in my direction. That was when I noticed the nigga’s pants were at his ankles. She must’ve caught him in here taking a shit and now was dumping his face in his own feces. Damn.

“Bitch, my daddy bought me that gun. That gun been with me for a very long time. It’s got me out of some fucked-up situations. I just want my shit back. If I gotta keep asking, it’s gon’ get uglier.”

Now it all made sense. That gun had sentimental value.

The guy didn’t respond. Obviously, he didn’t care about bathing in his own shit, so Luxe aimed her gun at his feet and released a bullet.

“Fuck!” he screamed out. I just knew somebody heard that shot and was gon’ call the police.

“If you’re gonna be in here shooting niggas and shit, you need to have a fucking silencer. Here.” I connected the silencer on my gun and handed it over to her. Luxe was gon’ fuck around and get both of us arrested.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you where it is.” Saliva sprayed from his lips when he said that. See, he took Luxe for a joke. He didn’t think that she’d actually harm him, but he was fucking with a mufucka who had bodies in her damn garden. If he kept on, he was gon’ be added to that shit.

“Where is it?”

“In my kitchen underneath the sink.”

Luxe took one look at me, and I disappeared from the bathroom to check and see if he was lying. When I opened the cabinet, I found her gun tucked away in there. Grabbing it, I went back into the bathroom.

“Got it.”

“Now, tell me who the fuck sent you.”

“You might as well gone and kill me now, ’cause I ain’t telling you shit.”

There was without a doubt that he knew Luxe would kill him after she shot him, so whoever he was protecting had to be someone powerful. That just turned out to be a bigger problem for us. The only thing Savion got out of Argentina was that they were searching for a painting. They never said who ‘they’ were or anything.

“Bitch, I will shoot yo’ ass in the other foot.”

Before I knew it, he reached for the gun. They struggled a bit before it went off. I ran over to check and make sure Luxe hadn’t gotten shot. His body dropped to the floor at her feet.

“You okay?”