The smell of bacon and kush raided my nose like a bad drug bust. My sleep was disrupted and I'm glad it was because who hadn't eaten in 2 days was me.
Eating hasn't been my best friend my since they found Tron body. The only thing I want is that fuck nigga Dough to die.
Gino's door was wide open. He never close it when he leave that's how I know he gone. I figured my mom let him go out and play with friends while she cooked.
I hesitated when I saw Bre standing in my kitchen.
"About time Yanni. I made your favorite. French toast. Bacon eggs and grits. And I rolled you a wood"
I wasn't too happy with Bre at the moment. I feel like it's shit we need to discuss and she avoiding it. Something in me is telling me all this not a coincidence.
"How you get in here" I asked.
"I called you wasn't answering. I called momma she said you was sleep. I wanted to surprise you"
Any other time that would have been cool. But I can't even look at Bre right now. It's not just because of Tron it's also because I've done nothing but think about Jewels since the other night.
The way she was willing to go back and forth with someone I've known my whole life and she barley had my name did something to me.
How she fell right into place and was comfortable with me. How she smelled. How she stood wit her arms crossed. Her smell.
"Yanni" Bre yelled.
I had to snap back.
"My bad what you say."
"Did the detective call you?"
"I don't even know where my phone is. But why are you here. Why are you cooking and all this"
I wanted to know.
She turn to look me in my face.
"Yanni. I'm sorry but I think I may know why Doe killed Tron. And it may because of me.
"What the fuck is you talking about?"
"Ok so my old phone I had lost it. Well I thought I lost it so I went and bought me another one. Long story short Doe went thru it I know he did because it was just there one day"
"Ok what what did he see. You not making sense" i said.
She was pissing me off.
"Ugh just read it yourself"
She slid the phone over to me and I pushed my plate out the way. My appetite had been gone.
It was messages between her and Alayah. Bre was basically telling Alayah she was tired of Doe and when I came home she was gone fuck with me. I was her soulmate even told her where she think I'd be when I came home so she could show up.
"Bre this was almost 2 years ago why didn't you just leave the nigga alone. You was 17 you could have just went home"
"It wasn't that easy. I thought I was in love with him. I thought I wanted that lifestyle. I was young and after while I started to have mixed feelings about him"
Bre sounded hurt. She sounded like she was being real. Speaking from a place of guilt but you could tell she been feeling like this for some time.
That nigga must have really been in love with Bre. She must have put it on his ass in ways he never thought could happen. He willing to take niggas out behind his feelings for her.
Crazy his feelings for her got Tron smoked. His feelings for her left me with no sense of these streets. Tron was the only connection between me and the block we ran.
"So what the nigga was plotting for 2 years to kill Tron that don't even make sense"
Unless…..
"He was hoping I went with him on that play. That's the only thing that does make sense"
"So he kills Tron instead? That don't sound right.
"Na. Tron died for something else. Something in that house"
I went to grab my phone and I had 1 missed call and a few messages from Jewels.
Hey Gianni. It's been a few days I hope I didn't mess things up with you and your friend and I hope you can sell me more weed because I do need some 🤣🤣
🤣 yea I can get you right later on I'm wrapped up right now
I didn't recognize the number that called so I assumed it was the detective Bre was talking about. She must have gave him my number and for my nigga Tron I didn't care. I wanted to help in any way I could.
But knowing who killed him stays with me.
"The detective called wants us to go down to the police station she has some questions about the night Tron got killed"
I was throwing my shirt over my head. I could feel Bre scanning me like she was drawing my outline wit her eyes. I've always been attracted to her in ways nobody knew not even her. But right now Bre was the furthest thing from my mind.
"I know I called to see who had took the case. I want to help. I can't believe Doe would do that. All because I was gone leave him"
"Niggas be emotional too. You played wit that nigga heart and now we all paying the price"
"I think this was the same room I was in when they was questioning me about the robbery"
We were in the interrogation room waiting on the detective.
"Crazy now you back because of Tron again"
"Yea and he not out there to tell me you gone be that nigga like he did the first time. I don't know what im gone do when Tay come home"
That's been my mind frame allday damn how I'm gone break this off to Tay. How I'm gone tell him his brother dead. What Tay gone come home to?
"We gone figure it out the both of-
The door swung open and the sexiest detective I've ever seen in my life walked in.
She was about 6'1 brown skin sandy brown hair. You could tell she was mixed. She smiled and I swear I busted a nut. I have never been star struck for nobody.
I always said Bre was the baddest bitch I've ever laid eyes on and I might have to take that back.
"Sorry y'all I got caught up in a meeting. I'm Detective Amanda Shaw. You must be Breanna."
She didn't say shit to me. She didn't even make eye contact with me. I didn't say nothing I was here to answer some questions not ask em.
"Yes I'm the one who called. You said you had some questions for us"
"Mainly Mr. Madez. But you're here too so let's get started"
How this bitch know me?
"So. When was the last time you spoke to Mr. Williams?"
"I'd say it's been a week now. I saw him at his house around 3 pm I left and went home"
She wrote something down then pulled a file out her book bag.
"Do you still Rob people Mr. Madez" Shad asked.
I looked at her like she was stupid although her question was valid.
"Naw. That was one time. What that gotta do wit Tron. That was 4 years ago""
"Oh I know how long it's been. My whole thing is why would a 14 year old try to rob the most dangerous man in Weat Texas and not think it would come back to bite him in the ass"
"The fuck you talking about. We hit a random ass house and someone got shot that's it. We ain't know who we was hitting"
She flipped the file over and slid it over to me. It was a picture of a Mexican dude I had never seen before.
"I don't know that nigga. What this supposed to mean to me"
"That's King Certa. The two fucks on the other pages are his brother and nephew Top Certa aka arriba and Caesar Certa aka pazza" Shaw explained.
I still didn't know what the connection was. I know who Top is. I heard of King he died a few years ago.
"Who are they?" Bre asked.
"Well King Certa is taking a nap up N. 10th. He took 26 to the body. 11 of those in his face. Top now runs the stash houses along with Pazza."
"So you think Trons death got something to do with them. We don't fool around on the north side. We don't fuck with them esas"
I said.
"Doesn't change the fact y'all tried to rob a top general in the Certa cartel. He winds up dead not even a few weeks later. Your boy has his brains blown out in one of their stash houses and we have no leads"
She thinks the cartel killed Tron. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. I played along with her fine ass.
Bre must have read my mind because she went with it too.
"They must have thought Tron killed Certa. But how did Tron end up back in one of their stash houses"
Bre said making a fake point. We knew why he was in there.
"Bingo. Why the fuck was he there and with who. I was this close to figuring it out but some men in suits came and took over my crime scene.
"Niggas in suits. Who were they. What they say"
"Nothing really. Asked if I had took any pictures and that they would take it from there."
She looked scared. Or that she saw some shit in there and it got her spooked. Why would some niggas in suits be worried about a murder in a small town like this.
What you see in there"
I asked.
She looked at me and Bre. She pressed a button underneath the desk and I heard a beep come from the camera. She had turned them off.
"There wasn't no bullets. 2 holes in his head. Brain matter all over the place. No bullet holes. No casings. Nothing"
"What you think she meant by it wasn't no bullets or bullet holes. Like Doe shot him but didn't use a bullet. That bitch sounded crazy.
"It all sounded like some weird shit. But we need to go check it out" I said.
"Go check it out. What like go to the house where Tron got murdred Gianni why?"
"I need to know what the fuck happen to Tron because the Detective think it's the cartel and we both know it's not. And someone got killed in they spot they not finna come around there. I'm going with or without you"
"Don't do that you know I'm coming with you"
We were parked across
"What if someone sees us and calls the laws" Bre asked. She was scared and so was I.
"I don't know but I can't sit around and do nothing"
I get out the car first and I hear Bre door slam a bit after. I walk around the house and i instantly see the 2 cellar doors directly behind it.
"It should be a door down there that leads up to the house. Ima go see stay here.
I made my way in the cellar and I'll the short set of stairs at the other end. I thought I was gone have to break the door down but it was unlocked.
I came out into the kitchen and they did a poor clean up job. My niggas blood and brains were still visible.
"Oh my god" Bre said once I let her in.
The scene wasn't pretty at all. We were standing in our fiends blood.
"What are we looking for Gianni it stinks in here"
"I don't know, something"
We looked around the whole kitchen. We couldn't find anything out the ordinary. Whatever got Tron killed it wasn't because of Bre or me I could feel it.
I leaned up against a wall in defeat. I must have leaned into it too hard because I knocked the phone off the hook.
"What the fuck"
There was a button off to the left.
Click
I turn and look for where the sound came from.
"Breanna" I yell.
She comes running down stairs with a bag in her hand. I pointed to the fridge.
"What. It's a refrigerator"
"Na it's a button inside that phone. Kind of like that button you pressed to go up to Alayah apartment. It opened the fridge up."
We both look at the for a second before I open it. Inside the freezer was a phone. Some keys and some ziplock bundles of cash.
"This Tron phone and his keys. He left it in here for someone to find. It's like he knew he was gone go down"
What I needed to know must be on his phone. I snatched it along with the keys and bundles of cash. I opened the fridge and it was empty expect for 2 duffles bags. I grab one and threw the items inside.
"What you find?"
"I saw cameras so I went in every room looking and found this laptop. Maybe we can see what happened to Tron"
There was a faint noise upstairs like someone talking.
"You hear that"
"Yea somebody here"
Whoever it was must have appeared out of thin air. Bre car was the only car on this side of the block.
You could hear them coming down the stairs. We ran and hid behind the door that led down to the cellar.
Bre kept going but I stayed.
She yelled for me to come on but I told her to be quiet.
I left a crack in the door and had my 40 ready to spark sumn just in case.
"What the fuck Gator gone think when we go back to Low-Tech with nothing.
A man's voice said.
"Nigga I don't know. His son got killed in a cartel stash house they prolly took his shit. Why he send us all the way here for a phone anyway"
Said the other man.
They stood in the middle of the kitchen and one was holding some sort of screen.
"It's showing its right here near us the signal is weak like something is blocking it or it's covered up"
"How long we got till we can warp"
"5 minutues"
"Well you can keep looking I'll be at the drop point"
Niggas in suits
These had to be the men that came and took Shaw crime scene over. They had all black suits and some crazy looking shades on.
"I'm calling it."
"Fuck it. Warp us. Try not to throw up this time"
"Nigga that was one time"
You could hear them clowning as their voices disappeared into the house. They sounded like regular niggas but looked like secret agent niggas.
"What happen. What you see?"
Bre asked once I made my down the stairs.
"Come on we need to go".
"Secret agent niggas Gianni. How do that even sound" Bre said.
We were headed back to Trons to piece together what we had. There was no way moms was going for no hood opp shit like this.
"How you think I'm feeling and I'm the one who heard and saw it with me own eyes"
"You think they more cartel?"
"Wit that kind of technology they not no regular people. One of them said something about some nigga name Gator"
This shit was getting weirder and weirder. And when I say weird I mean 4 black on black tahoes parked in front of Trons crib weird.
"Gianni"
"I know pull up right here"
"Stay here"
I hop out and pull my pistol.
I saw smoke come from a back window of the 3rd Tahoe.
"Put that lil shit away before you piss me off.
"Nigga I'm not putting shit away. Who the fuck is you"
He rolled his window down a little bit more. A cloud of smoke escaped thru making a silver cloud in the air.
"I'm the nigga that decide if you live or die depend on if you tell me what I wanna know"
"Man fuck what you talkin bout. Y'all need to raise up.
The passenger door swing open and buddy hopped out and drew down on me.
"Get in"
"Fuck you"
I didn't know this nigga. I didn't give a fuck about his boy having his gun on me. I stood on 10.
"Relax. I could have killed you on your date. What you order the wings?"
"You been following me nigga"
"I was following my money. Get in you letting my smoke out.
I check my surroundings and tell Bre to wait. I hop in and put my gun on my lap.
"What's yo name lil nigga"
The diamonds in his teeth had me blinking when he spoke. His chain and watch glistened with each move he made. Even his shades had diamond accents.
"Gianni"
"Gianni. Who do you think I am"
"I mean I'm not stupid. You gotta be Tron plug. That don't mean shit to me though. You not my plug. I don't work for niggas"
The man laughed. He laughed so hard he starts coughing on his cigar.
"Oh you definitely work for me now lets take a ride."