What Da Lick Read? The Triple Cross by Sevyn McCray Page A

mattress was off of the bed frame and had been cut open. All of the drawers on her chest were on the floor, some of them broken. Clothes were everywhere. As she looked around she could tell that they were definitely looking for something, because all of her sister’s electronics seemed to still be in place.
     
    Reality’s heart pumped so hard in her chest that you could see it through her robe. She knew that Honesty was going to go crazy when she saw that someone had invaded her space like this. Reality pulled out her phone again and decided to call her sister one more time. She didn’t want to call the police because she didn’t know what Honesty might have in the house. Pop-Pop had always taught them to try to keep the police out of their business as much as possible. Her voicemail picked up again. She didn’t know who to call that could be of any help. She called her brother Killa ; his voicemail came on too. Everyone was still sleep because they didn’t get finished working at the stash house until after four in the morning. Reality was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. She didn’t want to leave her sister’s place open like that. Then it hit her. She should call Jaimes . She dialed his number and he answered on the first ring.
     
    “Hey, are you calling to apologize?” D.J. asked Reality in an attempt to hide his pleasure at hearing from her. She had been on his mind heavy ever since she left his place earlier. He didn’t want her to be mad at him, but he also didn’t want to be the reason that she was strung out on the Lean.
     
    “Actually I need you. You are the only person that I could get in contact with that I can truly count on. I am so sorry about how I acted earlier this morning. Can you come over here to our building immediately?” Reality said as she stood in the doorway looking at her sister’s destroyed place.
     
    “What’s wrong? Don’t worry, I’m on my way. I’m on the Westside so I can be there in less than ten minutes.” D.J. liked the fact that Reality had called him. She had her brother and her father, so she wasn’t short on men in her life, the fact that she called him made him feel special. He high-tailed it over to her building. He had been up since she left. He had to go and see the priest and get blessed.
     
    D.J. pulled his Maserati up in front of her building. He didn’t park in the parking deck. He entered her code and rushed in. He didn’t wait for the elevator; he took the steps two at a time. D.J. reached the second floor and knocked on her door. He received no response. He reached into the waist band of his True Religion jeans and pulled out his pistol. He called out her name as he knocked on the door louder.
     
    Reality heard Jaimes knocking on her door and calling her name from upstairs on her floor. She pulled out her phone and called him and told him to come back downstairs to Truth’s house. He was down the twelve steps in a flash, standing in front of her with his pistol in his hand. She looked up at him and they locked eyes for just a second. Both of their gazes said the same thing “I’m sorry.” He looked past her and at the door hanging off the hinges and the door frame that was in pieces.
     
    “What the fuck happened? Are you alright, has anyone been in your place? Is your fam ’ on the way?” D.J. flooded her with questions as he wondered to himself who had been up in Truth’s spot.
     
    Reality’s eyes took him in from head to toe as the stood in the hallway in front of her sister’s door. Even though Jaimes face was disfigured from the burns that he suffered as a child, this man was still gorgeous to her. She loved the way he dressed. He had the beads around his neck that he called Elekes , which had something to do with his religion. He had on a form fitting blue True Religion v-neck t-shirt underneath a blazer with a pair of True Religion jeans that looked like they had been cut and sewn to detail his bow legs. Her