I could take Poppy's place as their distributor in Memphis. All I had to do was kill Poppy and his new woman. I told him I would do it. I was pissed when I saw what Poppy and Tona had done to Cindy when I met her at a motel in Oxford that next Wednesday. I told her not to go to Memphis that week.
I did not want her anywhere near Poppy ever again. She was worried about what Poppy would do to her if he caught us together. I told her that the cartel was going to take care of Poppy and that next week I would be running the operation. That seemed to settle her down. She was also worried about those tats.
I told her not to worry about them. We will take care of them later. We both like the piercings. I told her to make up some excuse for not going to Memphis next Sunday. Then we spent the night being intimate and not worrying about Poppy.
The next morning after breakfast, she left for class and I drove back to Memphis. Sunday morning, she called Poppy and told him that she could not come due to a big sorority meeting that afternoon. She told me later he seemed disappointed. Monday around noon, I showed up at Poppy's condo carrying a bucket of chicken from his favorite restaurant. The guard at the front door was surprised to see me.
He started to stand when my silenced pistol put a 9mm bullet through the empty bucket and into his forehead. I sat him back in his chair with his head bent forward. It looked like he was asleep. I stepped inside the door. There was another guard watching television with the volume turned up loud.
He looked around at me as I shot him in the head. I listened for a minute without touching the volume on the television. Poppy was being intimate with someone in his bedroom. I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. There on the bed with Poppy was Maryanne.
That saves me a trip. Maryanne was screaming for him to be harder. Her voice trailed off as she saw me in the doorway. I shot her in her left eye as she looked at me and tried to warn Poppy. He scrambled to get up as I shot him twice.
He fell over, laying on his back, looking up at me. This one is for Cindy. I shot him in his balls. He was moaning and trying to clutch his nuts when the final round went through his brain. I took out my cell phone and dialed a number Mr.
Nunees had given me. I told whoever answered that it was done. I was instructed to wait. I waited. In about 15 minutes, a car pulled up in front of the condo.