“That doesn’t happen, Shakur,” Oblique told me what I already figured out from the things I’d heard.
I looked at my friend and smiled. “And that’s exactly why I’m going.”
Yeah, I was scared, but I was also that nigga that tried things other people wouldn’t dare.
Fresh as fuck nigga drove my hood ass in a Bentley, and when we pulled up at a huge mansion, I had to laugh.
“Y’all niggas really want me in a place like this?” I asked, looking around. I was the first one to admit that I was a loose cannon and had no common sense most of the time. I used myfists to do all the talking, and I didn’t take shit from anybody. I was rough as fuck. Too rough to be up in these people’s nice ass house.
It looked like it was once a museum from how fucking big and grand it was. The man chuckled and exited the car. I climbed out right after him because no nigga was gonna open a fucking door for me. The man laughed again and led me inside of the house.
“Y’all ain’t gonna check me for weapons or no shit like that?” I asked. I’d seen enough gangster movies to know mothafuckers were supposed to pat you down. I ain’t have shit on me but still, wasn’t that something they were supposed to do.
For some reason, this nigga found me funny as fuck.
“No need. We know you don’t carry a gun like that,” he said as if he’d been doing his homework on me. I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering just how much he really knew.
As I turned around to look behind me, I noticed the other guards observing me in silence, and at that point, I realized that I was at the point of no return.
“Shall we?” the man said and told me to follow him.
I was led through the house. Left, right, down, fuck it, I lost count, but eventually, we made it to Sincere’s den. The shit was filled with plants and shit I wasn’t expecting. He was standing by the window watering one of the many plants.
“Boss, he’s here,” Slick Rick announced. Sincere turned to look at me and nodded.
“Thank you, Howard.”
His name is Howard. I prefer Slick Rick.
I smirked to myself. He left the room, closing the door behind him. Leaving us in a silent room. Sincere kept his back to me, fondling with his plant before he spoke again.
I’m pretty sure he could hear me gulping from how tense I was.
“Have a seat,” Sincere offered. I sat down and leaned back in the chair. My eyes locked on this man. He was a mystery to everyone, including my dad, and I wanted to know why I was sitting in front of him.
“I already know you’re not the type of man to be having mothafuckers in your shit like this, so I know there’s a reason you brought me here,” I started.
From what I heard about Sincere, he wasn’t a friendly ass man. He couldn’t be in order for him to run The Society for as long as he had, so I knew he didn’t call me here just because he liked me.
If he was allowing me in his personal space, there was a reason for it.
“I see everything people say about you is true. You don’t beat around the bush,” he said. I gave him a half smile.
“I’m never one to hold my tongue. So, what can I do for you, Sincere?”
He took a cigar out of a box on his desk, cut the end, and then lit it. I sat back and watched.
Once he took a few pulls, he looked at me.
“I know you’re not a part of this, but I also know that you’ve heard about me retiring,” he said. I nodded. There was no reason to lie. I knew all about it.
“I have found my replacement,” he announced.
For a few seconds, I just sat there in silence, looking at him, before I spoke again.
“I’m happy for you, but why you telling me?”
Did he want me to clap for him or something?
