“Anybody else?” When no one answered, I continued with, “Cool. Any nigga in here got an issue that needs to be handled? Any family problems? Any school problems? Speak up.”
I was quiet and out the way, but I ran my shit on a strict program. When issues occurred, the priorities shifted. Working for me should’ve been at the top of the list every time. All that personal shit came afterward. If you had problems at home, you slacked with my shit, which opened a window for the FEDs. I wasn’t going for none of that.
A few niggas raised their hands and Kong stepped back in to address them. “Take a seat in the lounge. We’ll get to you.”
We exchanged a small nod before I walked away. It was only two offices in the building. Kong’s and mine. I was quite sure Kong took him to his speaking that I wasn’t fuckin’ with Enzo in any shape or form.
Opening the office door, I found the nigga on the wrong side of the desk. Why he was rummaging through Kong shit, had me perplexed as fuck. I entered the room as quietly as I could. His dumbass was so focused on looking for whatever the fuck he initially came here for to notice he was being watched.
With my gun still in hand, I tapped on the frame of the door asking, “Did you find it? I can call Kong back so he can help you look for it.”
Of course, the nigga was startled at the sound of my voice. He looked like he could shit bricks right about now. That devious grin that surfaced from time to time had appeared. I hadn’t caught a body in such a long time, and I was well overdue. Enzo just so happen to be the nigga I couldn’t shake. It was ‘bout that time to put him down.
“Nah, I was just looking for an ink pen. One with color that is,” he lied. He couldn’t save face with me. I was smarter than that and he knew it.
“Shit, I can get you a red one right now.” Without hesitation, I let one off hitting him in his shoulder. “Catch that ink before it dry nigga.”
“Fuck! What the fuck wrong with you Bent? This shit hurt nigga!” he shouted.
“I wouldn’t know nothing ‘bout that. Niggas don’t play with me like that. The fuck you want to holla at me ‘bout? When you left Sin leaking was the conversation not done then? What more you got to say to me pussy?” I wasn’t curious in the slightest. I truly didn’t give a fuck.
He was groaning in pain as I entered Kong’s office completely. Shutting the door behind me, u leaned against the wall waiting for his sad ass lies to flow. He ain’t showed his face ‘round these parts in a long time, he had to know his privileges as a lieutenant was null and fuckin’ void. Hell, getting beat down with a pistol should’ve told him right then and there this shit was over.
“I got shit to handle Bent. You can’t let me go. My sister having a baby and my mama need surgery. Give a nigga a break man,” he whined.
“You had a hell of a vacation. I ain’t bother you one fuckin’ time while you left my shit unattended. The nerve of a nigga to come up in this bitch like I did you wrong.”
“You kickin’ me to the curb like I ain’t brought you in millions nigga. That’s my name out there keeping them fiends happy. They come to me, not you!”
Nigga, is you slow?
“Damn, so I need to be thanking you is what you saying?” I eased off the wall and started taking subtle steps toward him. My blood boiled the entire time.
“Hell yeah. It’s my zone that’s holding shit down!”
Nodding, I rounded the desk, and the butt of my gun was back in his mouth at the drop of a dime. This time, I had something to say while beating his ass though.
“You gon’ learn to stop hollerin’ at me bitch ass nigga,” I spoke through gritted teeth.
He was putting up a fight this go ‘round. I was bigger in height, but he had me in weight. His muscle mass was definitely bigger than mine. However, he couldn’t do nothing with me. I’d already knocked a few screws loose from compliments of my Glock.
“Fuck you!”
I hit that nigga in the mouth so hard he finally hit the floor. “Now it’s fuck me, but you want my help. Get the fuck up out my shit Enzo. This my last time sparing you,” I said followed up by a few more blows to the head.
“Man fuck. I can’t leave y’all niggas alone for a minute!” Kong shouted running through the door. He quickly pulled me off that bitch nigga and pushed me into the wall. “Kill the nigga already or leave his ass the fuck alone. You see he ain’t no match for you.”
Pushing Kong off me, my Glock was at his dome next. Bloody and all. “Touch me one more fuckin’ time and see if you and that nigga don’t share a grave,” I threatened.
He backed up with his hands up silently saying,you got it. He wore a smirk, so I knew he wasn’t taking this shit to heart. I hated being interrupted when I was handling business. Kong never liked for me to get my hands dirty but knew I would without a second thought.
“One or the other nigga, that’s all I’m saying,” he advised.
“It won’t be a third Kong. Handle that fuck nigga,” I ordered.
“I got it,” he said stepping backward in Enzo’s direction.
Walking through the joint door that connected our offices, I headed for my bathroom to clean myself up. Enzo’s blood covered my hands like a second skin at this point. I wasn’t up for the games… ever. He knew it and still tested his luck. Shit, if I was being stripped of my rank and bread, I’d prolly be making a fuss too.
