“Man, whatever. Just keep walking.” I shook my head. Emil was hardheaded and did the fucking most for no reason. If this nigga wasn’t my blood, I would have been cut his ass off. But as it stood, we were locked in for life.
“What are you going to do about ya mans Des?” Mook asked as we sat around the table, having a drink.
“I’ll handle him. In the meantime, y’all need to stay out the way. Mohammad will handle the front line until this blows over.”
“No, he’s not. Ain’t nobody running the business but the family.”
“Need I remind you about that bracelet around ya ankle? If it weren’t for Amari, ya ass wouldn’t be able to do half the shit you’ve been doing. You keep wanting to be in the field but making dumb ass plays that’s going to make us lose.”
“Dumb ass plays? Them disloyal bitches deserved every bullet they got. If me and Mook didn’t shut them motherfuckas down, they would have robbed us blind. And now, you want to put another motherfucka in my place when we just had two niggas who showed dishonor amongst the fucking team!”
“I’m not arguing with you, Mill. What I say is law. If you don’t like it, quit.” I shrugged. He could run his mouth and be mad all he wanted. He was the reason I was shelling out thousands of dollars for a defense team that I knew would be efficient in their case.
While Moms and Pops were laying low, enjoying the fruits of their labor, I had to carry the burden of their nuisance offspring running the streets, wreaking havoc. I was tired of this shit. It was only a matter of time until I washed my hands of the street shit.
“Boss man, you have a Destin Dunlap here to see you,” the security at the gate informed.
“Let him in,” I replied. “Y’all should go home and get some rest. We meet with the defense team tomorrow. Be here at one p.m. sharp,” I told Mill and Mook.
“Why you trying to get rid of us now that this clown pulled up? Is it something you don’t want us to know?” He gave me a skeptical look. Emil was trying to get a rise out of me, but I wasn’t falling for his bullshit.
“Amari restarted y’all tethers. You have to be in by eleven, and it’s now one minute past nine. You live an hour away, so I suggest you get to it. I’ll handle Dunlap.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m out.” They both stood as Mook dapped me up and followed Mill out of the room. A few moments later, Dunlap entered.
“Emery, man, I know what it looks like—” I put my hand up to stop him from talking.
“That half-million-dollar home you live in, the matching Rovers for you and your lady, and the clothes on ya back, . . . I paid for that shit, my nigga. I kept your pockets laced for over four years now, and this is the thanks I get?” I stood and stepped closer to him. I looked him in his eyes, waiting for him to lie to me.
“I think they’re on to me, Em. I didn’t find out about the bust until a few hours before. I couldn’t tell you immediately, because then they would have known?—”
“How long did you think you were going to keep eating off me?”
“Pardon?”
I scoffed. “You’re done, Des. Your services are no longer needed. Please get the fuck out of my house.”
“Em, come on?—”
Pew!
I sent a bullet through his hand, and he yelled out in pain.
“Fuck, Emery! Why the fuck did you do that?”
“I’m going to ask you one more time to leave my house, or my hittas will be carrying ya bitch ass out of here in plastic.” He hurriedly backpedaled and rushed through the doors he’d just entered.
Since I took over, my pops’ old crew of police wanted to play silly games with me. Destin Dunlap had been fired from the police force a year ago after they found cocaine in his system.
I only kept him on because somehow, he was still getting the information I needed to stay on top of shit, and I also wanted to see how long he was going to keep that shit away from me, butthat habit of coke had this nigga slipping, and now he was no longer useful to me.
“Clean this blood up, and go to y’all post. I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” I told my henchmen.
“You got it, boss.” I finished my glass and then headed up to my bedroom to shower and change. I was tired as shit, and I knew this was only the beginning.
Me:Pulling up now.
I sent a text to Normani to alert her of my arrival. Normally, I’d ignore her texts or calls requesting my presence, but since I’d had a rough week, I needed a release. I could have called someone else, but Normani was the better time.
