Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck what they did, as long as they stayed the fuck away from us.
For whatever reason, my pops had lost his job with The Society. He said it was a misunderstanding between him and Viper. I wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not, or if it had anything to do with Sincere leaving, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t pleased about it. For years, I wanted my father to cut ties with them vultures, and now they had. Hopefully, neither of them entangled themselves with them again.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I narrowed my eyes when I saw it was a call from Sony. I only had that nigga’s number because he kept trying to recruit me three years ago, and I saved it just so I knew it was his ass calling me. But he damn sure hadn’t hit me up since I left.
The right thing to do was ignore the call and then block his ass, but since I was with the shits, I answered it because I wanted to know what he had to say.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Yo, Shakur, what’s good?”
“What you want?” I asked. I had no time to play with this nigga on my phone.
Sony chuckled even though I knew he was embarrassed as fuck.
“I just wanted to know if you found the niggas you were looking for?”
“You will know when I do,” I responded. Silence, then he cleared his throat again.
“If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“I got it. I’m around until I do,” I let him know I had no intention of leaving any time soon. He could tell his fucking pops that shit too!
Just then, the camera picked up movement. A shadow slithered past, but I didn’t see anyone.
What the hell was that?
“I hear that. Well, let me at least speak to my pops about yours getting his job back.”
“Nah, we good,” I shut that shit down. “Anyway, I’m in the middle of something, I will catch up with you,” I said and ended the call before he could respond.
Sony and his shit were the least of my problems because what I really needed was to find a job. Then my pops definitely wouldn’t need to fuck with Viper ever again.
Only problem was that everything in our city was mixed up, one way or another, with The Society. That shit pissed me off because I couldn’t stand anything about them, but there was one person I could fuck with that was a part of them.
“Be with you in a minute!” I heard him yell from the back when I stepped into his store.
I chuckled and leaned against the counter until he appeared.
“Shakur!”
He looked at me like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.
“How you doing, Oblique.”
The nigga staggered around the counter, in complete shock, and slapped hands with me.
“I heard the rumors you were back, but I see they were real,” he said, patting my back.
I was the type of person to stick to myself, so I didn’t really have friends like that. Everyone I used to go to school with and who I ever classed as a friend wanted to sell their asses to be in with The Society. So, we hadn’t crossed paths in years.
But Oblique was the only one I truly fucked with. He didn’t want to be part of this shit either, but just like me, he had no choice when his father involved their family.
Now, he ran a shop that Orlando had control over because of his father’s decisions. To me, it was different when you were involved by affiliation and you choosing to walk into the lion’s den on purpose.
“I know your pops and sister happy to have you back,” he said, smiling widely at me.
“Yeah, I’m happy to be back,” I let him know.
