What Came Around act II

What Came Around – Part 2

By Antonio Valentino Bland Sr.

Camron’s heart skipped. He held the mirror-camera in one hand, pillowcase full of loot in the other. His mind was spinning—this wasn’t just some random chick, and this sure as hell wasn’t no regular house.

Camron (to himself):

“Damn, we bein’ watched. This whole thing could be a setup…”

He stuffed the mirror-camera into the pillowcase, his instincts kicking in fast. He backed out the dining room slow, ears tuned for anything. The sound downstairs? Still wet and wild.

Back in the basement, Santonio and Kesha were still going at it like they had nothing to lose. Her robe long discarded, heels still on. She was moaning like her life depended on it.

Suddenly, Kesha froze mid-thrust.

Kesha:

“Wait… you hear that?”

Santonio paused, still buried deep, breathing heavy.

Santonio:

“Nah, I ain’t hear nothin’… what you tal—”

Kesha:

“No. Shhh… someone upstairs.”

They both go silent. The creak of a floorboard above. Then hurried steps.

Camron (yelling down):

“Yo! Yo, Tone! We gotta go, bro—NOW!”

Santonio pulled out, frustration thick in his throat.

Santonio:

“Damn, girl… you was almost worth this risk.”

He yanked his pants up and bolted up the stairs, Kesha trailing with her robe halfway on, confused, cheeks flushed and glowing.

Kesha:

“What the hell is goin’ on!?”

Camron:

“Camera, Tone! Hidden camera behind a mirror. We bein’ watched, recorded!”

Santonio’s face dropped.

Santonio:

“Shit. Grab what you can. We out.”

They burst out the front door just as the sound of gunshots rattled from up the block—automatic fire lighting up the street like the Fourth of July.

Outside – Down the block

Qwayne’s head was laid back, eyes wide in disbelief. Blood leaking down his neck. The girl in the passenger seat screaming and ducking under the dash. The masked shooters didn’t miss.

The black truck peeled off fast as hell, tires screeching.

Camron (breathing hard):

“That’s Qwayne’s whip… ain’t it?”

Santonio (coldly):

“That’s him. Or what’s left.”

Camron:

“What the hell is this, Tone? Cameras, masked dudes with AKs, chicks settin’ up plays? This ain’t no ordinary house.”

Santonio:

“You think I didn’t know? That’s Qwayne’s girl. I been watching her for weeks. This whole block hot—we not just boosting jewels, we crippling Qwayne’s empire. One piece at a time.”

Camron froze.

Camron:

“You used me, bro?”

Santonio (cool, calm):

“I trained you. You just didn’t know what game you was really in. Now you do.”

Camron looked down at the pillowcase of stolen goods… and the camera still inside.

Camron:

“This camera… what if it’s uploading? Streaming even?”

Santonio stopped cold.

Santonio:

“…Shit.”

Camron (panicking):

“We gotta destroy it. Now.”

Suddenly—phone buzzes. Santonio looks. Unknown number. He picks up.

Voice on the line (deep, calm):

“You boys had fun in that house?”

Santonio’s mouth went dry.

Voice continues:

“You got ten minutes to bring back what you took. Ten minutes. Or the next door you knock on? Gonna be your mama’s.”

Click.

Santonio and Camron stare at each other.

The game just changed.

TO BE CONTINUED…