Todd

Me and Dray spent all our days talking about this Bobby Knight cat. Dray supplied me with information about where Shannon should focus once she was inside the house. He described how some of the faucets and doorknobs were solid-gold plated. Dray also said that it wouldn’t be easy for Shannon to get out of Bobby’s eyesight to map the way to the rooms where the money was kept, but if she was really focused, she would be able to do it. Dray explained that it was going to take a team to make the shit go down, and that the team had to be comprised of niggas who were smart and fast. I decided that my only two loyal boys were Bam and Black; they would be the ones to help Shannon, and she told me that she had Satanya down on her team too. I was a little skeptical about having Satanya involved, because that bitch ran her mouth like a leaky faucet. I had been telling Shannon to stop telling that bitch our business.

But this dude Dray was a real down nigga. He wasn’t even demanding a certain cut outta the heist loot. He told me to use what I needed up front and give him what I wanted in the end. Dray said bodying that motherfucker Bobby Knight would be enough payment for him. I could dig that shit too. This was more about an eye for an eye for Dray.

I was trying to put the fire under Shannon’s ass, because my next court date was in four weeks and I needed a lawyer. She had already moved outta the house and told me that she was going down to one of Knight’s main hangouts tomorrow night.

I tossed and turned the whole fucking night thinking about my wife. Would she be able to get at this nigga without letting him touch her? Would she be able to get in, find out the setup, and get the fuck outta there so my boys could do their thing? I was going crazy with thoughts.

When we got up the next morning, Dray started talking about the shit right away and I wasn’t really in the mood. As we were getting ready for chow, Dray got into more detail.

“Bobby Knight had my brother killed because he fucking thought my brother was working for the cops,” Dray blurted out. “He tortured my brother. He made him get on all fours like a fucking dog. Then he had one of his henchmen make small cuts all over my brother’s body—even on his dick. That nigga went and got table salt, boxes of that shit, and poured it all over my brother. Then he used rubbing alcohol,” Dray told me, biting down on his lip. “The whole time he was calling my brother a cop. Then he held me down and made me watch as he blew my brother’s head off right there,” Dray continued, closing his eyes like he was about to spaz out just thinking about it.

I was silent. There was nothing I could say that could comfort this nigga right now.

“You see, Bobby was under investigation by the Feds, and he thought it was my brother who was the rat in the camp,” Dray started up again.

I listened but I didn’t wanna hear no shit about who Bobby Knight had killed. Not when I was sending my fucking wife into the fire with this nigga.

All I wanted to do was hear from Shannon first, and then I would be all right. I wanted to know what was going on so far.

After yard, I jumped on the phone to holla at Shannon and find out what was up. The phone just rang and rang. I called like five times in a row. The last time I left a message. “Yo, what’s up with you not answering your phone and shit? I’m fucking worried about you!” I barked into the receiver before I slammed it down.

I stormed back to the tier.

“Yo, T. You wanna hit this game of spades?” one of the inmates yelled at me. I just kept walking fast to my cell. If something had happened to my wife, Dray was a dead man, and then I was gonna put my own lights out for putting her up in the mix. On the other hand, if this shit all worked out, I could be walking out of this shit hole a rich man.