Chapter Twenty Seven
The next morning Jahad sat propped up in bed watching soap operas when Koran entered his room. Over the past couple of days his color had returned and he looked like he had picked up a few pounds. Emma’s cooking was doing the trick. Twice a day she snuck in food for him in her large purse and made sure he ate every bit of it.
“I know you ain’t in here watching no damn Days Of Our Lives,” Koran said, laughing. He pulled a chair up beside the bed shaking his head. “Wait until I tell niggas this.”
“You better not nigga. I’ll fuck you up when I get outta here.” He grinned clicking the television off. “What’s up?”
Koran flashed a sly grin. “Guess who got sent to hell last night?”
“You got that bastard!”
“Nah. Sin bodied his ass.” Koran related what happen.
“Oh word! Shorty gangsta like that, Son? You need a chick like that on your team.”
“Yeah, but she fucked up. I didn’t get the info I needed from Hector. So you know what I gotta do,” Koran said in a flat tone.
Jahad nodded. “That’s the way it’s gotta be. Just make sure you do it right.”
“That’s been on my mind like crazy too. I pretty much know how I wanna do it, I just gotta figure out how to get Sha’ to be somewhere else though. I’d hate to body him too. If only I could tell him. It would make this shit a lot easier.” Frustration showed all over Koran’s face.
“Listen lil bruh, nothing we do is easy. That’s what makes us who we are. Remember that.”
When Koran came home later that afternoon Serenity was in the living room singing along to Destiny’s Child, ‘Cater To You’. So engrossed with her singing, she didn’t notice him walk up behind her until he grabbed her butt. Startled, she spun around holding her chest, her right hand drew back to throw a punch.
Koran laughed. “What, you gonna do, hit me?”
“No. But stop sneaking up on me like that. You scared the hell outta me boy. You know I’m already paranoid.” Serenity kissed him on the cheek, then turned the music down.
“I’m sorry sexy. I didn’t mean to scare you. Hit that high note again, though.”
Serenity arched her eyebrow smiling. “Maybe I’ll make you hit a few high notes.”
“I can’t right now. I got work to do. When I get back we can have our own little concert though.”
“What kind of work?”
“Got a little bit of this, little bit of that to do. I’ll…”
“Don’t give me that shit!” Serenity snapped. “We’re in this together, remember.”
Koran held up his hands up, grinning. “Well, pardon me, Ma. All I’m gonna do is sit and watch some people for a while.”
“You’re gonna kill somebody aren’t you?”
“Something like that.”
“Who? The Heads?”
“Nah. Some other niggas so we can establish our place back in a few spots.”
“Why?”
“What’s this, twenty fucking questions?” he asked getting annoyed.
“No,” Serenity replied calmly. “But if we’re leaving, what’s the use in killing people over some spots you won’t even be running? What you need to be doing is plotting on how we’re gonna kill the Heads instead of some people who don’t even post a threat.”
Koran stared at her a moment, then smiled. She made a good point. What happened after Friday wouldn’t be none of his concern. “Listen to you.”
“Don’t tease me boy,” she said, trying not to smile. “So how will we do it?”
“We?”
“Yes, we. Me and you. Serenity and Koran.”
“You don’t even know how to use a rachet, talking about how we gonna do it.”
Sin sucked her teeth. “Yes, I do.”
Koran gave her a sly look, then took her hand. “C’mon.”
He led her to the bedroom where he pulled a medium sized suitcase from his closet. Inside were all types of clean guns with the serial numbers scratched off. He took out a .25 automatic, checked to make sure it wasn’t loaded, then gave it to Serenity.
“Show me that you know how to shoot it.”
“Any bullets in it?” she asked, turning the small gun over in her hands.
“Nah, but show me how you would shoot it if it was loaded.”
Serenity looked at him like he was crazy, then pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. “Like that silly.”
“Nope. You didn't even cock back. How you gonna shoot it without a bullet in the chamber?”
He took the gun and slid the top half back before handing it back. “Now pull the trigger.”
Sin lifted the gun and pointed it towards the wall again. This time when she pulled the trigger, the gun fired with a loud click. “Oh!” she said, surprised. “Do I have to do that every time I want to shoot it?”
“Nah. That’s why it’s called an automatic. All you gotta do is keep pulling the trigger. This little red button by the trigger is called the safety. When you push it in, it won’t shoot. Push it out and you got action.”
He went on to show her how to load the clip, cock, and aim. After several practices he felt she had it down pat.
“This is a small caliber gun so the best way to get the job done is up close and personal. A head shot or upper chest. A body shot will only piss a muthafucka off,” he said just as his cell phone vibrated. “Yeah, what's up?”
“A yo Koran, this Crook. You seen, Sha’?” Crook asked sounding stressed.
“Nah. Why? What up?”
“Can’t nobody find that nigga. None of his Shorty’s seen him either. I called the Heads and they said they ain’t seen him. He ain’t even answering his cell phone.”
Koran felt a cold sense of dread. “Maybe he’s outta town or something. If he stops by here I’ll get at you.”
“Yeah, do that. One.”
“One.” Koran frowned hitting the end button.
“What’s wrong?” Serenity asked, grabbing his hand.
“Sha’. Nobody seen him since yesterday and he ain’t answering his phone. It may be nothing. I have enough going on with trying to figure out how to do what needs to be done with the Heads. I’ll worry about Sha’ some other time.”
Koran was about to speak when his cell phone vibrated again. “Yeah, what up?”
“A yo some ill shit happened, Son,” Prince said sounding out of breath.
Goosebumps broke out on Koran’s arms. “What happened?”
“Some M.G’s just found Sha’s Beamer shot the fuck up on Linder Boulevard near the Pink Houses! Mad blood and shit was on the seats from what niggas tell me.”
Koran went numb. Sha’ had an assortment of cars, but favored his red 2006 745i B.M.W. “What the fuck is going on! First a muthafucka tries to kill me and Jah. Now Sha’. A yo, word to my moms, if…”
Serenity shook her head to make him conscience of his words.
“Yeah, some ill shit is poppin’ off. What’s bad is it could be coming from so many different angles. We made a lot of enemies over the years, so I’m saying stay on point.”
“Oh, I’m sharp as a fucking ice pick right now, believe that!” Koran hung up fighting the urge to throw his phone.