Later that day Curt met me up and told me it was on. ‘All we need now is a trap,’ he says.
So just before lunch I was telling you that Curt says we need a trap. By the way if any of you lot have like a spare sandwich or something the food in the cells is proper rank! No, no I was kidding I’m okay really. Just got to like lighten this tension. I been pacing as much as a man can pace in a cell that small. It feels good to tell you the whole truth, but it’s making me proper on edge innit.
Where was I? Yeah we needed a trap. I can see you all looking confused. I know it’s quite a lot for you to take in but I need to make sure you got me. Right so the thing of it was this, if we could make Jamil think Glockz had done him over, then Olders and Glockz would start some kind of war, and then the pressure would be off Kira. The plan was supposed to be simple really, which I could laugh about now if the shit hadn’t got so dark.
Ki’s plan was we would dress up some blank yard as a trap-house, a drug factory set up in an empty flat, which basically meant putting a lot of white powder around like we was cutting up gear. Just to give the impression of a legit set-up. Then when Jamil came and saw that the place looked right, and started to relax I would come out of the shadows and knock him out. Then we could tax him and take his sixty grand. And when he came to, Curt would send him on his way with a Glockz sticker on his head.
It was perfect really for all kind of reasons. For one ‘taxing’ is a known thing that happens. Drug dealers get ripped off by other dealers. It’s a common thing that we know about on the streets. You lot don’t know it because who reports to the police that they just got their class A jacked?
Anyway this was a sure-fire way to get his Olders sure fired up. Nobody was going to fuck with their number one shotter you get me? And then nobody would have any time to be worried about Ki. Like I was saying, the Olders were fucking brutal and we fully expected them to do a job on the Glockz and we weren’t even sure whether any Glockz would be left after that.
Believe me, I really and truly did not want to get involved in all this gang shit. It terrified me. I heard all the same shit everyone heard about growing up. Trust me. I didn’t want to be anywhere in smelling distance of that. But if you was in my shoes right then you might have done the same? Have any of you, jury, ever loved someone? I know it sounds like a stupid thing to say. But have you? Really and truly? It’s a funny thing, love. I never knew it until I met Ki. But love is a thing that can make you do a thing for them that is exactly the wrong thing for you. It messes your order all up.
I loved that girl, you get me. I would have done anything to make her even a little bit safer. Even if that meant messing around with the gangs I had tried my whole life to stay out of. But to do that, to keep her safe I needed Glockz to back off. But the only way they would do that was if they was taken out. And if not taken out exactly, if they was in a war with the Olders then that would give them some proper shit to worry about.
And it also meant this. Jamil wouldn’t have no one to run his mouth off about Kira to. He wouldn’t be telling Glockz who had their girl if he thought they had just jacked him. He would have no reason to. And if Glockz ran into Jamil any time soon, they would be less than impressed about Jamil getting the Olders on to them. Then, who knows, they might have to ice him and then the only person who knew about Ki was out of the picture. It was a perfect plan. That was Kira though. She was a person who had a head for a plan.
I told you lot that this would make me guiltier though. This is like I was planning the murder of other people. And I can’t really argue with you there. I got to admit if you asked me I probably would tell you that I properly believed a few people would get killed. In fact I could have practically guaranteed it. But these were gang members at the end of the day. And in my mind they must have done some shit that they hadn’t paid for yet and if I was the one paying them out then that was just life. Like I always said, you got to pay for your shit one way or another. No one needs to walk away free of charge.
