"It wasn't like Zetta watched my father and mother go at it."
Constance paused as her eyes drifted over the neighborhood. Three years, the only brother dead so far was Lando and her gun didn't kill him. When would she do her job and kill the Rivera family? The blood returned caked on her hands and the smell of her father cologne and mother perfume merge together as she scratched at her hands.
"Stop it. There's nothing there." Goyo separated her hands and kissed them. She yanked her hands back then punched him a few times. "Get out Constance. You're going do what you want."
"I love you, Goyo," Constance said throwing her afghan out.
Constance got comfy in Valerian's bedroom connected to one of his four bathrooms. She freshened up and snooped through dresser drawers. Nothing, just lingerie. She replaced her hat and borrow a pair of sunglasses and skulked down to Nachine's house.
Students walking home from school formed in front of the house. Nachine and Zetta were in the middle of an argument between Arcadio and Get It Right. Zetta hid behind her mother.
"Nachine, you too old running things," said Get It Right. "Son you are all busted up. You're weak."
"I'll kill your ass," Nachine said walking closer to him. Zetta held her arm.
"Young people don't need you," said Get It Right looking over in Zetta's direction.
Constance laughed wiggling her way out the crowd. She entered the backdoor of Nachine's house. She never locked her doors because she had to escape, hassle free when police came. Making it upstairs, she headed for Arcadio's room.
Valerian had returned and watched what unfolded below out the bedroom he shared with Zetta. Constance turned the door knob to the adjacent room, to watch. Get It Right blocked Nachine's slaps. Arcadio shot off his gun and avoided hitting his mother by a centimeter. The crowd dispersed. Get It Right fled passed a kid on the ground clutching his stomach.
Valerian backed away from the window, hurrying to get out of there. "He's got to be killed off. He's messing with my plans in Southfield." He paused at the room next to his door and sniffed twice. "Constance is dead. How does her scent haunt my wife's house? Dying without me loving her that's why, she isn't resting in peace but longing for me." Then he resumed running down the stairs.
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