Out of Control

“What you gonna do?” Donavan asked.

“Brandon, you and Memphis go get me five gallons of gas.”

“What you want gas for?”

“What you think I’ma do? I’ma burn the bitch down. Now go,” she said and thought about the promise she made. She took out her phone and called Jap. She explained what she had found and Jap told her that the doctor had recently given Nick something for pain and he was asleep.

“Don’t wake him up.”

Jap laughed. “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. That nigga is out cold. So what you gonna do?”

Rain took a deep breath. “I’ma do what needs to be done.” Rain ended the call. “Chris Toney, you stay here and watch. If Grant comes out you call me. Donavan, you’re with me.”

She walked down to the store on the corner and bought four forty ounce bottles of beer and some dishtowels then went back to the Suburban. Rain took a bottle out of the bag, unscrewed the top and began to pour out the contents.

“What you doin’?” Donavan asked.

Rain smiled. “What, you want some?”

“Ain’t no point wastin’ good brew,” Chris Toney said.

“Grab a bottle, but I need them empty.”

“That’s no problem,” Donavan said and turned up the bottle.

“I don’t need you niggas drunk either,” Rain said and with that said Chris Toney and Donavan drunk some and poured out the rest. When Memphis and Brandon returned with the gas, they filled the bottles with gas. “What now?” Brandon asked.

“Now we wait,” Rain said and made herself comfortable.

“You still want me to call Cashmere?”

“No. But when you see her come out, grab her.”

When people started leaving Grant’s, Rain knew that the dancers would be out soon and then she would make her move.

“There she goes,” Chris Toney said and got out. He bought her back to Rain.

“How many men Grant got in there?”

Cashmere looked at Rain and knew what was about to happen. Grant had slapped her around pretty good for some shit she knew nothing about. He deserved whatever he got as far as she was concerned. “Grant’s in there with four of his men.”

“Where are they?” Rain demanded.

Cashmere told Rain where each man was when she left the building and then Rain told her to go. “And you need to forget that this conversation even happened, understand?” Rain said and counted off five hundred-dollar bills.

“What conversation?” Cashmere said and took the money.

Once she was gone, Rain got out of the Suburban and got the pump shotgun out of the back. “What’s the plan?” Chris Toney asked.

“Four of them, four of y’all. It ain’t rocket science. But leave Grant to me.”

Rain approached the door and shot the lock. Then she threw in the flash grenades. Grant and his men were disoriented by the bright light and loud noise from the grenades and were easily picked off one by one.

Grant grabbed his gun and shot back until his gun was empty. Once that happened, he tried to run, but Memphis and Donavan caught him. Rain sat down at a table and they sat Grant at a table with her. “Did Wanda order you to kill Nick?” Rain asked.

“Wait a minute. You think I had something to do with that?”

“The van they used is sittin’ outside.”