Getting out the car, I headed up to the door and Heavy knocked on it while I stood off to the side. The door pulled open, and Big John stood there in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. “You mind putting them titties up, big boy?” I asked him and thumped his nipple as I brushed past him into the house.
“What are you doing here?”
I took in his living room. Everything about it screamed average. He had some colorful ass rug on the floor in front of a gray two-piece sofa set. The television on the wall was a good fifty-five inches. He was smart as fuck. I can give him that.
“You smart. You’re real smart.” Heavy entered the door behind me and shut it. Big John looked from him and then overto the gun that’s resting on the coffee table. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I slipped my gun from my waistline and it dangled at my side. “You weren’t smart enough to still leave yo’ kids the way you did though. You could’ve easily took ’em with you. You left ’em here ’cause you wanted to. I knew something wasn’t right with that bullshit ass story yo’ ass came up with. The way Juelz backed down from yo’ ass at Tyree’s funeral. I should’ve known something was wrong then.” Perspiration formed on his forehead. It was then that he knew his secret was out.
“What do you want? How much is it gon’ cost to keep yo’ fucking mouth shut?”
“Cost?” I chuckled. “Nigga, do I look like I need yo’ fucking money?”
“So why are you here then?”
“I came here to see you squirm with you knowing that I finally know what you’ve been up to.” Closing the gap between us, I said, “I wanted to look you in the face and tell you just how much of a bitch you really is. Now I know why you ain’t want Wren to marry into our family. You promised her to Roc. Them niggas was working for you.”
“You want a cookie for finding that shit out?” Big John moved around me and went into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of Remy and popped it open. His fat ass had the nerves to toss a cookie at me. The crumb residue was left on my shirt as it smacked me in the stomach and hit the floor.
“You a bitch. The streets were more important to you than yo’ own fucking kids.”
“Can you just keep this shit between us?”
“I’ll do no such thing. I’m telling Wren soon as I leave here. She got a bitch made ass nigga for a daddy. You was better off just staying where the fuck you were.” I strolled toward the door and Big John caught me by the wrist like a lil ho. My hand swungback, and the barrel of my gun struck him across the face. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “You tell Wren that shit and you gon’ regret it.”
“Regret it?” I chuckled. “I’on take too kind to threats, nigga. Father-in-law or not, if you gon’ come for me, you better come with everything you fucking got ’cause I’m gon’ fucking destroy you,” that’s the last thing I said to him before exiting the house.
Heavy and I had parted ways, and I ended up having Murda meet me at Charlie’s office. After those numbers ran through my head for a second time, I just knew some shit wasn’t right and he had some fucking explaining to do.
I sat there in my car, waiting for Murda to get here before I went inside. If I didn’t have supervision, I knew I was gon’ turn this mufucka upside down. I wasn’t afraid of going anywhere alone. It’s the fact that sometimes I couldn’t keep my cool and would make a situation turn out extremely bad.
Murda’s car pulled into the parking lot. I stepped out of mine and went up to the entrance. He got out his car and slipped his gun into his waistline as he trekked over to where I stood.
“Let’s go,” I told him and pulled the door open. Soon as the receptionist saw us enter, her eyes expanded. She reached for her phone, and I popped her hand. “Nah, I want it to be a surprise.” I pressed my index finger to my lips and tread to Charlie’s office door. Lifting my foot, I kicked that bitch straight in off the hinges. Charlie’s head whipped in my direction from behind his desk. He bolted to his feet when he saw me standing there.
“I—I?—”
“I’m pretty sure you already know why I’m here,” I spoke as I stepped onto the door to enter the office.
“Did you really have to do all that?” Charlie questioned me, but he wouldn’t bring his ass from around that fucking desk.
“Yes, the fuck I did, nigga. The math ain’t mathing. You better get to fucking talking before I remove yo’ mouth piece.”
“Someone paid us top dollar to pull y’all from the shelves.”
I rubbed my index finger across the trigger. He was seconds away from getting a bullet in his skull.
“So, you betray us for money?” My head slightly tilted.
“It’s not personal. It’s business.”
“I’ma show you some fucking business.” Nearing Charlie, I lifted my hand and smacked him across the face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “We been giving yo’ bitch ass business for years and you let someone come in here and tell you what the fuck to do.”
Wham!
I hit his bitch ass again. “Yeen got no fucking loyalty.”
Wham!
