Secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and betrayal runs deep in this thrilling tale of crime and revenge.
Polo was already en route to the lake house and Mila wasn’t too far behind. She knew Mega was either already there or on his way, and she didn’t want to be there alone when the shit hit the fan. It was actually a good thing she wasn’t there at the time because Polo couldn’t get what Jordyn told him out of his mind. And if he had found out that Mila had kept that big of a secret from him, he would've killed her too.
“Bout time you get here! Nigga, where the fuck you been!?”
“Relax, I got tied up for a minute.”
“You good for this? You look like you got something on your mind.”
Polo looked the hitman up and down like he was some kind of fool. They hadn't done much business together in the past, but when the hitman reached out and told him he knew how to find Mega, Polo was all over it. For $250,000, he was ready to kill anybody who knew anything about Mega.
“Yeah. I’m good," he replied. "Let’s get this shit over with. That nigga ain’t coming to save her."
“Alright, lil’ nigga. I aint getting caught up for you.”
Polo waved him off and made his way over to the post Layton was chained to. She was bruised and bloody, waiting for her main man to come and save her life. She hated to think the worst at a time when she needed him the most. But after being beaten and tortured for what felt like hours, she started to think that Mega wasn't going to show.
“Guess ain’t nobody loyal these days, huh?" Polo sized her up before kneeling down to get a better look at the damage the hitman had done.
When Layton heard his voice, she felt like her life was over. She felt let down. Alone and hurt. However, if she was going to take her last breath in that boathouse, she wished they would hurry up and put her out of her misery.
"Disloyal motherfuckers like you can't be trusted by nobody."
The sound of a cocking gun filled the air when all three of them least expected it. When Polo turned around, he stood face to face with the barrel of a pistol that would blow a nigga’s whole face off.
“Get on your knees, nigga.” Mega growled.
There was so much adrenaline pumping through his blood his hands were shaking. One wrong move and BANG! A finger could've slipped and sent Polo packaged for profit.
Shaun had the hitman on the ground with a gun in his back, ready to blow a hole in him as soon as Mega gave the word. If it were up to him, he would’ve blown the nigga’s brains out as soon as he walked in the door. Unfortunately, Mega needed him for insurance.
Layton!” Mega called out while still keeping his eyes on Polo. “Lay! Where you at!”
“I—I’m back here.” She coughed. “Behind the boats!”
“Get up!” Mega snapped, smashing his gun across the back of Polo’s head. “Yo Shaun, tie that nigga up and put his bitch ass in the trunk.”
“Man, fuck this nigga! Let me smoke him right now.” Shaun raised his gun to the temple of the hitman’s head. “Put a hot one in his ass real quick.”
As badly as Mega wanted to bury the hitman and Polo in the same hole, they needed him to clear his name with the man who funded the hit.
“You can get to him after we see what the Columbians wanna do with him. You know offing one of theirs could start a war.”
Big Shaun was ready. His trigger finger itched against the coldness of the steel. He wanted to kill the hitman right there where he kneeled. Fuck the Columbians.
“Pow.” Shaun fake pulled the trigger. “You just got lucky, motherfucker.”
While Big Shaun was busy stuffing a 6’2, 265-pound man in the trunk of a BMW, Polo led the way to Layton. When Mega laid eyes on her battered, broken, and bloody body chained to the post of a boat holder, that was all it took before his grip gave out on his trigger and he sent three shells straight to the forehead of the man he once shared a girlfriend with.
“Loyalty is a motherfucker," he spat. "Pussy.”
He didn’t make a move until he watched his enemy's body fall to the bottom of the lake. He couldn’t. His feet felt heavy and weighed down, almost like he was sinking to the bottom of the lake with the nigga.
“Mega!” Layton shouted. “Come on, man, we gotta go. I need a doctor.”
“Right.” He snapped out of his daydream of falling to his death. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Kaylani pulled into the parking lot of the diner just as Mega gave Jordyn’s phone a ring. He, Shaun and Layton were leaving the lake grounds the back way and she needed to do the same just to keep suspicion down.
“Hey, follow me out the back way,” Jordyn instructed through the open window.
“What the fuck has this girl got me into?” Kaylani asked herself as she followed Jordyn to safety.
Jordyn hit the gas and so did Kaylani. She didn’t know where they were going or why. She was just ready to get that screaming ass baby out of the backseat of her car, get her money, and get the fuck out of dodge.
“Where we going?” Jordyn called Mega to get her head on straight.
“Hospital. Layton’s hurt. Bad.”
“Oh my God.” Tears swelled in her eyes. “Is she...is she gonna be okay?”
“She better be.”
“What about Polo? And the hitman?”
“Hitman’s with us. I'll meet you at the house and tell you everything else."
She already knew what that meant. Polo was dead, and Mila? She was nowhere to be found. Jordyn expected her to show up, see her baby in the arms of the enemy and switch roles in all this. But the bitch didn’t even bother to call.
“Lay?” Mega called out from the driver’s seat. “Lay, you good back there?”
“Hurry up, man.” She gurgled. "I feel like I'm dying."
“I’m going. Just hold on. You gonna be alright. Just hold on."
Mega felt his chest tighten with anticipation. He was scared for his friend and for himself. If he lost Layton, the Lord’s mercy wouldn’t have been strong enough to contain the hell he would cause.
“You gon be good.” He said again, fighting back tears. “You gon be good.”
He figured the more times he repeated those words, they might come true. He believed that with everything in him. And after about the millionth time hearing it, Layton believed the same thing.
“How far are we?” She asked, clutching the knife still sticking in her side. “I don’t think I can hold on anymore.”
“Pulling in now.”
He barely put the car in park before his feet were on the pavement running towards the emergency entrance. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay because the police would be involved and he didn’t need the heat from them while trying to move work. But he definitely wouldn’t be too far away. After tying up loose ends with the hitman that was.
“Meg!” Big Shaun called out as he hurried towards the entrance with Layton in his arms. “Come on, we gotta go. We can come back later. Five-o already on the way.”
Mila had called in an anonymous tip about shots being fired at the lake house, and Mega had already called in for help with a female victim suffering from stab wounds. So it wouldn't have been hard for the cops to put two and two together. Especially when they saw two niggas who looked like they were straight up gangbangers.
“Sir, we need you to stay and give a report," a nurse called out to Mega. "What’s your name?”
“I can’t give any reports. I wasn’t there when this happened.”
He wasn’t telling a complete lie. He wasn’t there while Layton was being tortured. He was there after. And he couldn't give a report because he was the one who took care of the niggas who did that to her.
“Sir!” a nurse hollered out as he slowly backed toward his car. "Sir! Get back here! I need your name!"
“Mega! Let’s go!” Big Shaun barked.
Mega’s head was in a whirlwind as he ran for the car. He kind of felt like he was abandoning Layton at the hospital or something. They both knew that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t stop him from feeling that sort of guilt. She was his best friend. He wanted to be there with her the entire time.
“Let’s hurry up and figure out what to do with this bitch in the trunk," big Shaun said once Mega got inside. "I say we kill the nigga right now. Fuck the Columbians.”
“I agree, but we gotta move smart. Going to war with the Columbians right now is bad for business. That bread comes first and I ain’t letting this nigga fuck up the bag.”
