“Bruh. You can’t be bodying muthafuckers sloppy like that. If we need to get rid of him, then we do it the right way.”
Vega shrugged it off like he wasn’t bothered. He knew for sure if he had followed through he would have had a team in place in a matter of seconds to make it look as if it never happened. His family’s money and connections were guarantees to that, but a transaction like that would have to go through Ace and Vega wasn’t trying to hear his brother’s mouth about being reckless. Truthfully, Vega really was trying to do better. He needed that for Nyelle.
“Nah, I’ma handle him in time but I hope it doesn’t come to that. Kids need their parents, no matter how fucked up they might be.” Vega spoke from his own personal experience. “But,” he paused and looked Dix right in the eyes, “if he don’t find some fucking respect, I’m gonna ice that muthafucker.”
“I’m with it, however, but I need you to move smart, Vega.”
“Shit, I am. He’s still breathing.”
Dix shook his head, knowing Vega was dead ass serious. “So, you’re solid with ol’ girl now?”
“Nah, we working on it though.”
“Hold the fuck up. You ’bout to cap that man and she isn’t even yours yet?”
Vega grinned thinking about Nyelle. She was definitely his, he just had a few things to get lined up first. He also needed her to be ready to receive him, but she was his, no doubt about it.
“She’s mine, fam. I’m just giving her time to adjust to what that means. I’ll teach you about that one day but the reason I came by was to let you know I talked to my brother. He’s out, I’m in. We’re back to how things used to be. I have a few new ventures we can use to make shit look a little more official. I need you to do the same. Let me know what you need to make that happen.”
“I have money if that’s what you mean.” Dix wasn’t offended because Vega was his dude, but he was a man and accepting handouts wasn’t in his nature.
“Shit, I know that. I’m not offering you money. You make enough off me as it is. I’m talking about other shit. Connections. My family has access to shit you don’t. As much as I hate to admit it, Ace actually knows his shit. His pussy ass isn’t a G in them streets any further than his money gives him power to be, but he knows business. Shit, my pops damn near made him take the family business, but I swear that muthafucker would have declined if he could have.” Vega chuckled at the thought. Ace wasn’t built like him. True enough Vega was wild and reckless, but he was built for that shit. Ace wasn’t. Money was what gave Ace his power.
“I got you, but I have my eye on a few things. I’ll let you know.”
“Make some moves soon. We’re about to have a surplus of money we need to legitimize pretty fast.”
“I said I got you. Don’t rush me just because you’re trying to secure a résumé to impress new pussy.”
Vega shot Dix a hard stare at the mention of Nyelle being new pussy. She was much more than that to him. He still hadn’t figured out why or what it was about her, but he was damn sure trying to lock her down and be a better man. The fuck boy she had was a part of that. He could tell right off that her ex was into some shit. Her lifetime told the story and the slick shit he was saying confirmed it. He wasn’t working a nine to five, but he was making her life comfortable.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Vega warned, causing Dix to throw his hands up in defeat, laughing at the same time.
“So, she’s the one, I see.”
“You’re damn right so move easy where she’s concerned. You don’t see me calling ol’ girl new pussy.”
Vega referred to Ria and Dix shrugged. “Shit… you can because she is. We aren’t on no shit like you are. I’m just having a little fun.”
“Yeah aight.” Vega knew it was a lie. The first sign was her being at his house, not his condo downtown. Dix never let women come to his actual house.
“What?”
“Nothing, I’m out. Just let me know what you find and if you need anything to make it happen. We have lawyers and shit who can make things happen in a way that won’t cause any red flags.”
Vega headed to leave and Dix was right behind him. He had a few other stops to make before he could free up the rest of his night for Nyelle. When they reached the door, Vega stopped when he noticed Ria heading up the stairs. “New pussy doesn’t get free reign at the bat cave.”
Dix laughed, shaking his head as he looked over his shoulder just in time to see Ria bend the corner heading toward his bedroom. “Fuck you. She don’t have shit but a stiff dick I’m about to personally hand deliver.”
Vega chuckled as he dapped his boy then left his house. They both knew it was a lie, but Vega didn’t need to call Dix on it. Time would do it eventually.
An hour later Vega was pulling up at his brother’s house and noticed an unfamiliar car parked in his circular drive. It was new and had temporary tags, so Vega assumed it might have been a gift for Paris. It was a Lamborghini URUS, which Vega knew wasn’t Ace’s style, but he could definitely see Paris flossing in it.
Letting himself into his brother’s house with the code provided to him, Vega immediately smelled food. His stomach growled at the anticipation of what Paris was working on, so his first stop was the kitchen where he found her.
“Damn, sis, you got it smelling good as hell in here.”
Vega walked up to Paris, kissing her cheek before he moved right to the stove to decide what he was about to sample. She cut it short by slapping his hand when he went for the first door to the double ovens she damn near had a fit over when she and his brother were designing their kitchen.Her kitchen.
