What the fuck did she do to Paisley? Fuck, man!
I underestimated Mina’s treachery. Even though Paisley assured me that she wasn’t keeping the baby, I still felt fucked up that she wasn’t able to do it on her own terms.
I hadn’t been the best husband, and I loved my sons to death, but I hadn’t been the best father to them either. While I was out, ripping and running the streets, I was neglecting time I could have been spending with my family. My boys were still young, soI had time to repair any time I may have wasted not doing shit with them, but Mina was going to be hard to get through to.
I fucked her over, disregarded her feelings and love for me, and slept around on her too much to get back in her good graces so soon. I emotionally abused her without intending to, and now, she wanted to end us. I couldn’t let that happen for the next nigga to slide in and try to claim my family. I’d murk any nigga she attempted to put in my place.
I fixed my clothes, dried my eyes, then picked up the pre-roll she was smoking and lit it. I didn’t give a fuck what Mina thought she was about to do. She wasn’t leaving me, and I put that on the next baby I hoped I’d just put in her womb.
Chapter
Nineteen
EMERY
The Next Day
Shit was quiet.
A little too quiet for my liking.
As my family and the other four families sat around the grandiose table at our secret location, I eyed every one of these niggas suspiciously. After killing Demarion, I had his phone scrubbed, along with Orlando’s. What I found in Demarion’s phone made me unsettled. The messages were encrypted, but I had Amari trying to crack the code.
He did, however, crack one of the messages and found out that somebody in this circle was the one trying to set us up. There wasn’t a name or number yet, but I was sure Amari was going to crack that shit too.
Orlando’s phone was easy to figure out, but there still wasn’t a name for the person who sent those messages. I had an idea, and I was never wrong, so I knew this shit was coming to an end soon.
I stood from my seat at the head of the table and looked each man in the eye.
“Somebody in this bitch is talking. And when I find out who you are, it’s going to take a heavy-duty magnet to remove the bullets I’m going to pump deep into you niggas. For y’all’s sake, and for me to have an ounce of remorse, it’ll be best for y’all to speak the fuck up.”
“The St. Claire family has nothing to do with this.”
“Neither does the DeVatos.”
“The Kings either.”
Torrance shook his head. “Don’t even look this way. I’ve never been a snitch.”
“Being that our family, the Kings, the Banks, and the St. Claire family has been under surveillance, it’s hard to fucking believe neither one of you flipped and using ya damn daughters or wives as bait,” I told them.
“I would never put my daughter on the line like that. The cops haven’t found anything on us, and we were acquitted last week,” Pierre said.
Sloan scoffed. “Neither would I. This shit has nothing to do with us. If someone is coming for your family, you need to find out who has a motive to do so.”
“You’re right. Both you and Pierre would have a motive to send my brother to jail for life.”
“What motive would I have, Emery?” Sloan asked.
“That’s what I’d like to know too,” Pierre countered.
“We all know that Emil is fucking on your daughters. You, Pierre, because he broke your daughter’s heart, and you, Sloan, because he got your daughter pregnant.” They both shifted uncomfortably, and I watched them closely.
“Although he has disrespected my daughter, she asked me to stay out of their marriage. I’m honoring her wishes, and as I said before, I’m not a fucking snitch. You all supply me with what I need to keep my family afloat. Why would I fuck that up because of some lover’s quarrel? It wouldn’t be beneficial to me to takedown our suppliers. Your brother is a narcissistic prick, but I warned Paisley to stay away from him.”
“Aye, old head, don’t make me get stupid in this motherfucka. Watch who you calling names before you be calling on the name of Jesus,” Emil threatened. Sloan was fuming, but he didn’t say shit else.
“I’m going to find out who it is that’s running their fucking mouths, and then I’m going to make sure you have a closed casket. We do good business with all of you motherfuckas, and for y’all to turn informant is the ultimate deceit.” I rubbed my temples before placing my palms on the cherrywood table.
