“Nah, the only flaw was you taking shit upon yo’self to shoot that fuckin’ security guard. By the way Ace, is Kiera handled?” I forgot I sent them her way. He gave a head nod and kept feeding his face. “Cool. Come eat nigga,” I replicated my command from moments ago.
“If we ‘bout to bang, I’m good. I ain’t ‘bout to do this shit with you, Black,” Hulk copped plea.
“I ain’t said nothing ‘bout whooping yo’ ass. You bought that shit this way, not me. I said come eat. I spent my bread and bought you a fuckin’ meal. The least you can do is eat bitch.” I was starting to get a lil’ ticked off with him ignoring my generosity.
“Whatever,”was all I got before he stood and joined us. I still had plans of hitting him in his mouth after I was done. That made twice he switched up on the crew for an outsider. I had to teach him something. For now, though, he could eat a damned good meal.
I laidlow in the Peaks for a little over a month making sure the heat didn’t come this way. Them boys pressured me enough, so I was washing my ass to head that way in a few. Plus, I ain’t want to keep hearing Hulk cry ‘bout some bread he ain’t even seen yet. The shit was more than irritating.
Turning the knob, my shower had come to an end. I stepped out the shower after wrapping myself in a towel. What caught my attention almost immediately was Adele screaming like somebody was hurting her. Opening the cabinet under the sink,I reached underneath and grabbed the .9mm cocking that bitch as soon as I had a grip on it.
“Get out my house, Junior!”
Junior? Royce? The hell…
“Aye bruh, where the fuck you at?” he yelled. I could hear him banging on doors with the sound getting louder the closer it got.
Adele was a fuckin’ headache but she was my mama, nonetheless. I wasn’t ‘bout to let a soul touch her or make her feel like she had to be scared in her own shit. I stepped out with the towel tucked around my waist tightly. Royce had his back turned toward me giving me the perfect opportunity to line his ass up.
Goddamn nigga. How tall are you?
“Boy you playing with fire ain’t you?” I had my gun on his neck waiting for him to try me.
“Shit, you is, too.” Looking to my left, there was a gun that was inches from my face. I should’ve known he had him with him. This was how Bentley was supposed to move.
Royce turned around, and I saw every bit of Senior in him. The genes didn’t slack that was fa damn sho. He looked down at me and smirked. He sized me up like I was some kind of shrimp, and I couldn’t lie. I was a lil’ offended from that shit.
He grabbed my gun and moved it to the middle of his forehead. The look in his eyes pairing with that menacing grin said he was ready for whatever. This nigga had clocks that ain’t tick up top. He was certified crazy making me feel like he’d pull the trigger for me if I bitched out.
“Get me before he get you ‘cause you ain’t gon’ ever get a second chance,” Royce spoke in a low voice.
“Shoot him, Black!” Adele screamed.
“You better shut that bitch up before I do. I got a few things to put her down for anyway,” he threatened.
Pressing my heat deeper into his flesh, I said, “Nigga watch yo’ mouth ‘bout that one. I don’t give a fuck what she did to y’all, ain’t nobody gon’ do nothing to her. I can promise you that,” I snapped back.
“Want to bet?” His head fell to the side, but that grin never fell. I physically saw this nigga hit a switch in front of me. Whatever Royce stepped in here wasn’t who stood in front of me now. I felt like I was looking into the eyes of the devil himself.
“The fuck you waiting for? Shoot that muthafucka!” Adele shouted once again.
“Shut the fuck up, Ma. I done told yo’ ass ‘bout all that hollerin’ you be doing. A nigga can’t even think straight,” I yelled in her direction. Most people thought I was being disrespectful but that was how we spoke to one another. She knew she could only say so much before I flipped.
“I ain’t come here for this but if this what we doing, I’m with it. I warned you already though, do me before he do you,” Royce reiterated.
I stood unsure of what to do but Royce wasn’t the type of nigga who didn’t do what he said. We both inherited that shit from Senior. He was my older brother, but it wasn’t a bad rumor floating ‘round ‘bout him. He had the folk shaking like strippers, and I couldn’t hold you. I wanted that same influence.
Twenty-One ran the Peaks, but we were in a small town which held no weight. He had power over an entire city and the muthafuckas in it didn’t go against him. He put Walt and his crew down with the quickness then walked Scott free from them charges. You had to give credit where the fuck it was due. He was an unstoppable nigga fa show.
Frustration filled me as I made the decision to back down. I still had bread to get to the crew. Taking Royce out only ended with his boy doing me in directly after. I couldn’t risk looking out for them boys first. I pulled back only enough to where it wassome distance between us. I never took my aim off him though. I still had no idea what his intentions were.
“What? Kill him, Black. What the hell are you doing?” Adele shouted for the umpteenth time. She had real hatred for Royce.
“Shut her up, Genesis,” he said not breaking eye contact.
“Adele, I ain’t gon’ say it again. This ain’t the fuckin’ time!” She was seconds away from me doing something to her. Her lying ass done got on my nerves since I been back home.
“You got some unfinished business that needs yo’ attention. Get dressed. I’ll be outside waiting. It smell like Black & Mild’s and ear backs in this muthafucka. Let’s go, Striker.”
