Releasing a sigh, I answered, knowing he was only going to call me back if I didn’t. If he was calling, it was because he had to and not wanted to!
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Where are you?”
“I’m just leaving Oblique’s shop,” I said, sliding into my car. Shakur stepped out of the shop too. We looked at each other before he hopped in his Camaro and drove away.
“Come to the warehouse now, I have some important shit to discuss with you both.”
I told him I was on the way and hung up. Sighing, I braced myself to deal with him.
The ride over to the warehouse, Hell had called to let me know that he was already there waiting on me.
When I finally arrived, I was a little pissed off to see that Sony and his crew were there too along with Viper.
All eyes were on me as I stepped through the door. Viper had this weird ass look on his face as he watched me. From what I could remember, he always had this look on his face. Like he both hated and liked me. The shit was weird to explain, but I knew what I felt when that nigga put his eyes on me.
The type of feeling when you know someone admires you, but their jealousy also makes them pray on your downfall.
Hell waved me over, and I sat beside him, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else in the room.
“Okay, I called this meeting because of Sincere,” Orlando started, looking at us all. His beady ass eyes then landed on me.
“Havoc, from now on, only Hell deals with anything business related—big or small,” he said, confusing the fuck outta me because that was my job.
I was the one to deal with minor issues with the business such as meeting with workers like Oblique. That wasn’t something for Kelechi to be dealing with.
My brother looked at me, just as confused before he looked at Orlando again.
“But Pops, I need Havoc to do?—“
“I need you to do what the fuck I tell you!” Orlando roared. “Did you not hear what the fuck Sincere said? He’s going to picka successor, and even if I have to sell my left nut sack, that’s going to be you, Hell!”
I simpered but nodded to show I fully understood. If he wanted me to step back, then I fucking would. Wasn’t my shit anyway.
“I don’t care if you have to work twenty-four hours a day, Hell. I need that nigga to see you’re going hard, you understand?”
Deep down inside, I knew this was what Orlando wanted more than my brother, but I knew Hell. He’d been groomed all his life to do what my father asked of him, therefore, I knew this wasn’t going to be anything different.
It was clear from a very young age that Orlando lived his life through Kelechi, and he was still doing it.
“No matter what, you make sure that you’re the nigga he’s got his eyes on. Understand?” Orlando pushed. My brother sighed.
“Yeah, I hear you Pops.”
“Good. As for the rest of y’all, I need y’all to help my son catch Sincere’s eyes. Whatever y’all have to do, whoever y’all have to kill, you get that shit done! Wherever my son goes, so the fuck do y’all!”
Kelechi looked at me and shook his head, but I just shrugged.
“You got it!” I answered.
TWO DAYS LATER
Part of Operation Make Hell the Boss was literally following my brother around like a fucking loser. I didn’t deal with anything anymore. I just walked behind my brother like I had no mind of my own. He hated it, but do you think Orlando gave a fuck?
It was giving off a rapper and his entourage, but Orlando thought it showed power. The nigga was stupid if you asked me, because in all these years, we never, ever saw Sincere with an entourage of niggas, so where did he get that shit from?
Even when he walked into that room at the meeting, Sincere did it alone. I knew he had guards, soldiers, lieutenants and probably a fucking killing squad ready to kill anybody. He had to have people around him for him to make it this far and for fifty years. But Sincere moved in silence and alone. That was the true showing of power.
