“You must got a death wish or something.”
“Nah, but I got another job for y’all. Ain’t no middleman so the payout more,” he stated stopping next to Hulk.
“The only thing yo’ pussy ass need to have is a name, so I’ll know who the fuck I’m sending to OG.”
“Damn nigga, I need you on my team for real. The rest of y’all not asking enough questions. I see why he the leader of this muthafucka. I’m Bentley. The same nigga that sent that job through Walt,” he replied.
“I don’t work for niggas… especially ones that can’t even cook up a flawless plan. You too eager to take from a muthafucka and got them folk served as maggot food. What the fuck makes you think we ‘bout to do shit you plated this go round?”
“See, that’s yo’ fuckin’ problem. If you ain’t bringing it to the table, you don’t want to hear it. This thirty bands a piece. We need that bread!” Hulk shouted.
Glad to see you ain’t swallow yo’ tongue, bitch.
“I don’t need a bitch ass thing. Tell me this ain’t some snake shit, Ace. Hulk ain’t told a soul ‘bout conversations he had with this outside nigga, yet he up in our shit like he belongs here. That last job could’ve got y’all wiped off the fuckin’ map right along with Walt. Ain’t no way y’all think I’m going for this shit,” I said with my eyes still keyed in on the nigga I now knew as Bentley.
Niggas like him looked at us as throwaways. I might’ve been an asshole to these niggas at times, but even I cared enough not to put these stupid muthafuckas in a situation where their life was on the fuckin’ line. This nigga went after my brother like he wasn’t the most feared nigga up this way.
He finally dropped his hands and pocketed one of them. He tapped Hulk on the arm and Hulk put his pistol up. He seemed calmer now too. Oh, curiosity had a nigga by the tongue for real. Me on the other hand, I ain’t drop shit. I was still aimed and ready.
“Bentley want us to hit Royce again. He said the product did numbers in Florida. We doing that shit no questions asked,” Hulk voiced.
“You the kind of nigga that’ll let another nigga fuck you in the ass. The way you riding his shit right now for some bread is crazy to me. Twenty-One ain’t taking that job so get yo’ man’s up out of here before I do something to him,” I threatened.
“Come on, Black. That was mad disrespectful. This Hulk we talkin’ to. He ain’t switched or none of that. He giving you a break from scouting licks. Let him lead this one,” TJ chimed.
“The shit y’all let come out y’all mouths is what’s disrespectful. We don’t know this nigga!” I yelled. I was where they wanted me to be now. Shit, this whole warehouse could catch a grave if they weren’t careful.
“I do though,” Hulk answered with the quickness.
“Yeah, that ain’t the only thing you know, either. Why this nigga here, Hulk? It ain’t for no fuck ass job either. What the fuck you two got going on behind my back?”
I wasn’t buying shit either one of these niggas was saying. Bentley looked like he could knock my lil’ ass out at any given moment which was why Tia didn’t budge. I talked too much shit to let a nigga put me down so easily. I wasn’t too proud to say he’d drop me, but I was damn sure too proud to be dropped, especially in front of these niggas.
“Despite what you want to believe, lil’ nigga, it’s just a job. I liked the way y’all handled that shit the first time, so I need y’all to double up. I pushed the payout so everybody will eat nicely,” Bentley spoke up.
“You and that nigga you standing beside got to be the dumbest thieving muthafuckas I know. Rule number one is never hit the same fuckin’ target twice. You think Royce ‘bout to let y’all get him twice? You must think I’m stupid like this nigga, even I know he switched shit up. Plus, ain’t no inside man nomore. Take that flawed ass plan, much like the fuckin’ last one, the fuck up out of here. Twenty-One ain’t touching that, and that’s final!”
Ace shook his head and walked away. TJ gave Hulk one last look before he followed behind him. All that was left was me, Hulk, and Bentley. I was daring one of them to buss a move. The twins ain’t caught heat in a while. They deserved some attention.
I’m begging you to flinch wrong.
“I know when I’m not wanted. If you change yo’ mind, Hulk know how to hit me.” Bentley took a few steps back before that menacing smile stretched from ear to ear. “When you ready to join the team, you can hit me, too.” Turning his back to me, he exited the same way he entered.
Hulk waited until he heard the door close before he found his voice. “That was some bitch shit, and you know it,” he said tightlipped.
“The only thing I know is yo’ ass moving real fuckin’ suspicious lately. That’s the same nigga that sent a job to yo’ uncle and got him knocked the fuck off. The nigga from Florida but trying to take from niggas in the Springs. He know exactly who the fuck Royce is, and it’s evident he got a fuckin’ vendetta against him. You think I’m ‘bout to put Twenty-One in the middle of they shit. Hell nah. I got our shit laid out on the table ready to be ran down and this pussy nigga walk in here with another swissed ass plan but yo’ goofy ass can’t see it ‘cause you too focused on the fuckin’ payout.”
“It’s thirty grand a piece. Who ain’t jumpin’ on that shit?” Hulk saw money and nothing else. He ain’t hear a word I said other than the bread.
“Jump then bitch. He already told you how high. Ace, you and TJ jumping, too?” I asked. I was eager to hear their response.
“Nah bro,” TJ spoke first.
“The last time we went after that nigga, Royce, muthafuckas came up missing. I’m straight. I’m more interested in this shit right here. Diamonds? For real?” Ace questioned wearing a smile as he pointed to the play on the table.
“Outnumbered. Thirty grand ain’t shit to the money we ‘bout to touch. You so fuckin’ impatient,” I said finally withdrawing the twins completely.
“Don’t put yo’ fuckin’ hands on me no more and pull that trigger next time. I promise I ain’t letting it go again,” Hulk threatened.
