We made our way through the foyer and into the living room, and stopped dead in my tracks. Three niggas I’d never seen were laid around the room like they’d had a big ass slumber party. Food wrappers, dishes, and clothes were on the floor. Weed and a few empty pill bottles were on the table.
Pyrite checked the clip of his gun, then started shooting. “No reason to leave a witness,” he said without looking at us.
“Toddles, you better fucking not,” I called out to my pig as she made her way over to the bodies. There was no telling what kind of diseases or drugs they had in their system. She wasn’t touching them. Toddles snorted and started to pace, but didn’t go near the bodies. People always thought dogs were intelligent, and some of them were, but pigs were more intelligent than dogs. I’d trained Toddles, and she knew not to try me.
“Nigga, I know what the fuck I heard!” Isaac Kilmore said, coming towards the living room. I took a seat in the high-backed chair opposite the door and waited. “If these niggas in here breaking shit-” His words died the second he saw me, and I smiled.
“Finish your statement,” I chuckled and shook my head. “If they’re in here breaking shit, then what?” I cocked my gun and crossed my legs at the ankle. “Yale gonna be pissed?” I shook myhead. “Nah, that can't be it because right now she’s chilling with family. Her thoughts ain’t here.”
“You’re bold as fuck walking into my brother’s house,” Isaac said, mugging me. I expected him to try something stupid like call out for his people, but he didn’t. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and watched me like I was watching him. “But then again, I never thought you were stupid like they did.”
“I’m far from dumb,” I replied with a shrug. “I got the test scores to prove it.”
“You being book smart doesn’t mean you’re intelligent,” Isaac replied. “If anything, you’re probably a little slow.”
“Oh yeah?” I lifted my brow and chuckled. “What makes you think that?”
“Shit, you tell me, Amethyst, youngest brother of the Stones.” He looked over at my brothers and grilled them. “The Doctor, Tyrant, and CEO. The niggas nobody wants to step to, yet all play a part in a game bigger than you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Isaac?” Pyrite asked, stepping forward.
“You niggas know nothing,” he answered with a laugh. Isaac boldly walked over to the couch and sat down. “You’re a small fish in an ocean that you think is a fucking fish tank because your daddy has protected you for years.” He leaned back and shrugged. “Step the fuck on before we forget you’re supposed to be protected.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a nigga that’s about to die,” I said, and Isaac mugged me. I don’t know who put a battery in this nigga’s back, but he for sure was sitting like he was untouchable.
“Me, die?” he laughed, then wiped his hand over his fade. “My nigga, you’re sitting in my brother’s house, on his couch, with you and just your brothers to help you. It’s ten of us here. We got you outnumbered.”
“And will still lose,” I replied as I sat forward. “Let me break something down to you. This house.” I pointed to my surroundings. “Is in Yale’s name. I made sure of it a few years ago. Her security system? Owned by my boy and paid for by me. So it ain’t shit I can’t do in this muthafucka and get away with it.”
“You think that means something besides you don’t run shit?” he asked. “Your daddy taught y’all how to play chess, right? You know what a pawn is, right? The fucking sacrificial piece on the board. That’s what you niggas are. Nobody ass niggas that think they run shit.”
“And what are you?” I questioned him. Typically, Isaac was the quiet brother, but seeing him sit here and speak like he’d grown some balls was comical. “Because to me, you’re an errand boy that finally is getting some slack on his leash.” I sat forward. “Tell me, Isaac, has Daddy finally let you come off the porch yet?”
“Let me off the porch?” he questioned. “Nigga, I’ve been roaming the streets since I was ten. Can you say the same?”
“Nah, I’ve been out there longer,” I laughed. “You’re the church boy, right? The one who sings in the choir and runs the youth sports team. Tell me, Isaac, what’s it like being daddy’s bitch.”
“I wouldn’t know,” he answered with a shrug. “Like I said, I’ve been in the streets long enough to move and shake. Bitches know my name and the taste of my nut.”
“Eww,” Citrine said from his spot in the corner of the room, and all I could do was laugh. This nigga was funny as fuck without even trying.
“Oh yeah, the germophobe,” Isaac chuckled and shook his head. “I forgot you don’t like shit like that. Let me guess, your bitch gotta suck your shit all pretty, and she doesn’t get wet while you fuck, so her juices don’t touch you?”
“You’re focused too much on my dick,” Citrine said, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I’m right,” Isaac nodded. “You too pretty for the nasty shit, nigga. I know, because Lavender. She’s pretty, I bet her pussy is pretty too.”
“Is this nigga done yet?” Citrine asked, looking over at me. Isaac bringing up Lavender was a hot topic for Citrine, and it was apparent. “Call that nigga and check on his location.”
“He’s on the way,” I laughed as I stood. Isaac didn’t look scared, but I liked the tough guy act. “Isaac, go ahead and call your people in here so we can kill them and send y’all on to where y’all belong.”
If Isaac had taken me up on my offer, I would’ve thought that nigga was crazy, but respected him for not being scared. Instead, he shook his head and smiled at me. “You call them niggas,” he replied.
“Nigga, he said, you do it,” Pyrite said, then shot him in the leg. Isaac screamed in pain as he held his leg, and Pyrite looked bored. He hit him in the head twice and knocked him out, then turned to me. “If that nigga weren’t needed for other shit, I would’ve killed him.”
“I know,” I said as we walked to the doorway we’d come through. Yale’s house wasn’t open concept, but it worked in our favor. We walked back to the foyer and moved down the short hallway to the kitchen. The Kilmores had no idea we were behind them.
Pyrite shot Paul in the shoulder, and I hit Grant in the back of the head with my gun, and he dropped to the ground. I should’ve known Isaac was lying about how many of them were here.
