“The fuck are we doing at December’s?” Mirror asked. He reached for the door handle, but I hit the lock button before he could open it. “The fuck is your problem? Unlock this shit.”
“Going out there ain’t safe,” I said, shaking my head. There was a slight movement to my right that made me turn my head, but I wasn’t sure if it was just the wind, so I waited.
“It’s December’s spot,” Mirror grunted. “That nigga knows we are here already.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s called his dogs back,” I replied and crossed my arms. I liked my limbs too much to move. “We can wait; we have time.”
“You’re being a pussy,” Mirror said, shaking his head.
“Then go out there,” I laughed, unlocking the door.
Mirror didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. He slammed the door and walked to the front door. A black shadow moved past my window, and I looked over to see three of December’s dogs moving past the car. I chuckled and cracked the window.
“He ain’t called shit off!” I yelled out the window. Mirror turned in time to see the dogs slowly approaching him. He stopped moving, and I laughed. He was going to lose a limb or, at the very least, a chunk of flesh because they weren’t going to show him any mercy.
“December!” Mirror called out as he watched the dogs. They were taking their time, which meant they were fucking with that nigga. December had trained them to stalk their prey before attacking, and that’s what it looked like they were doing. “December!”
“Stupid ass nigga,” I said, shaking my head. I picked up my phone and dialed December’s number.
“I see him,” December answered. “I’m not interested in calling them off, though.”
“I need to talk,” I said instead of questioning December’s mindset. There was only one person who could change his mind, and I wasn’t her.
“About?”
“Your family,” I answered.
“Six and August are fine,” December said, referring to his brother and wife. I knew that he only considered them family. The other people he shared a last name with weren’t on his radar.
“Not them,” I replied as I sat forward. His dogs were circling Mirror, nipping at him every so often, but not attempting to make a move toward him. “Your pops’ people. The Franklins.”
The line went dead, and I chuckled. December was temperamental at best and an absolute menace on a good day. The front door opened, and his wife stood on the other side, an amused smirk on her face. She whistled twice, and the dogs went from snarling and growling to big ass babies as they turned attention to her. She waved me over, and I stepped out of the car.
“Your husband knows you’re out here?” I laughed as I closed the door.
“No,” she answered with a smile. Her eyes sparkled against the sun, and she used her hand to shield them so she could see me. “I saw you pull up and watched from the other side of the door as he damn near peed on himself.” She pointed to Mirror, who was watching us. For a nigga who swore he always did his research, he had no clue who he was looking at or where the fuck he was standing.
“So you decided to save the day?” I asked as I approached her. Mirror grilled the fuck out of the dogs as they sat at her feet.
“It’s what I do,” she replied as we hugged. “Now tell me why you’re here and why my husband let his dogs almost eat Mirror?”
“I came to talk to him about the Franklins,” I answered, and immediately the smile she wore dropped and her eyes narrowed. “Before you start, know that I’m only here because I don’t have another choice.”
“You always have another choice,” she said, shaking her head. “As a matter of fact, think of something and make it fast because my husband isn’t dealing with them.”
“I don’t need him to deal with them.”
“Then why do you need to bring them up?” she questioned. Most people thought Six was the calm Number because she stayed away from bullshit and liked a quiet life with December, but the truth was, she went hard for her family. Her being married to December only made her that much more dangerous. She had no problem sending her husband and his dogs after someone, and December always did what his wife told him. And in return, Six made sure the first person who had his back was her, and then her cousins. She was connected before her marriage to December.
“Because I need to know what they know,” I answered her. “I need him to make a few calls.”
“Why?”
“Because Yale is responsible for my sister’s death,” Mirror interjected.
“What?” She looked between the two of us, confused as hell. She shook her head and wiped her hands over her hair. “There’s no way Yale killed anyone.”
“It was an accident,” I said. “There was a race a few years back that ended in a wreck. Yale was driving a car that hit Xavier’s.”
