Removing my gun from my waist, I was back to my feet ready to drop a nigga. What caused me to slow down and take everything in when I turned around was seeing Black from Twenty-One standing in the doorway. He was an unexpected wrench thrown in my plans one too many times. If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve had more of Royce’s shipments.
“Tell the folk who the fuck you is weak ass nigga,” Black uttered. “What? Cat got yo’ fuckin’ tongue?”
Hell yeah, nigga. Hulk didn’t say shit ‘bout you being a fuckin’ Atkins.
“This pussy nigga is who Mama Rose wanted us to meet so bad. BentleySwiss CheeseAtkins. Royce, you should know him better than anybody. The nigga been on yo’ dick for years,” Black revealed.
“This is who robbed you?” the older woman questioned.
Laughing, I stepped to Black and placed my gun directly in his face. He got off with his crew the last time. This was a different time. I owed him for then and now. “You keep crossing the line with me and quite frankly, I’m tired of it.”
“You better lower yo’ fuckin’ steel at mine. Fuck around and find out why I don’t play ‘bout that one,” Royce stated mushing his piece in the back of my head.
Black smirked and cocked his head to the side. He knew he had his brother’s support much like he did when Twenty-One was under his thumb. Cocky niggas moved different, and I was beginning to see why he never took my shit when I was in Frost Peaks.
“Dammit. I don’t want no blood shed in my house. Royce and Genesis, let him be. Bentley, what are you really here for? Is it to cause trouble?” the older woman asked intervening.
“My inheritance. Oh, and to bond with family. After all, I am an Atkins,” I answered smirking at Black. It was my time to shine.
“Not today. Yonnis, show him out.”
Finally giving someone other than Black and Royce my attention, I turned and looked into the face of the man that laid my father to rest. Royce Senior caused every ounce of blood flowing through my veins to instantly boil. I was fuming with rage. It was taking everything in me not to show him to the gates of hell.
Show me out? After all the hell he caused? I had nothing but hatred for him and then some.
Instead of responding as a son of Bentayga, I responded as asonof Rhema. “You know all about showing somebody out. I mean, I ain’t expect too much from a nigga that sent my mama on the run. You a pussy. Don’t trip though, I’m gone.”
The salivated blood I collected in my mouth was spat onto the foyer floor. I shoved Black with everything I had causing him to stumble back, lose his balance, and fall into the door. I was over the bullshit for the day. I got everybody’s reaction and knew how to move accordingly. The only person that showed grace was lil’ Ms. Heidi. If I wanted to get in good with thefamily, I needed to start with her.
Hopping in my whip, I sped out and headed for the main entrance. This wasn’t the last time they was gon’ see good oldBentley. They could bet they last dollar on that. I had shit to stir and money to touch.
9
BENTLEY
Another thirty days passed by, and I’d yet to hear from Windale. When it came to my case, it was like the nigga developed amnesia or some shit. Why the fuck was it so hard for him to get me the fuck out this bitch? Seems to me, he was waiting on me to solve the case for him. I ain’t let him lollygag for a year. Apparently, that was all he was capable of though. I was over this dumb shit.
“You that nigga Bentley, ain’t it?”
I stopped in my tracks and looked over to the nigga that felt the need to speak to me. I didn’t move like that in the streets and I damn sure wasn’t ‘bout to move like that up in here. I had a handful of people, and I meant five muthafuckas that got conversation out of me. He wasn’t one and neither was the lil’ niggas following behind him.
Sizing him up and down, I released a chuckle and kept it moving. He ain’t have shit to discuss with me. I wasn’t looking for no runners or do boys.
“Muthafucka you ain’t hear me talking to you?” he shouted at my back.
“Nigga, I’m ‘bout to wash my ass. The fuck you want with me?” I threw back without turning around.
They walked up and surrounded me as if I was supposed to back down. I ain’t never been touched by nan nigga and they saw the light of day again. If he knew what was best for him and his crew, he’d get the hell on. It was too much anger in me right now.
He looked me up and down like he was admiring a nigga or some shit. I knew what that meant and instantly got in defense mode. Shit, if I was being honest, that was my mood every day I stepped out my cell. “Yeah, you him. I can’t lie, you look like you bench?—”
“I don’t do ponks in no shape form for fashion. You and yo’ lil’ butt buddies need to get the fuck out my face ‘fore I do you something bad. I’m telling you,” I warned them.
He threw a nod to his boy behind me, and I immediately swung on his ass hitting him dead in his shit. I ain’t know his name nor who the fuck he belonged to. All I knew was when he got the fuck up out of here today, he was gon’ be carried in a bag. In the blink of an eye, I was throwing haymakers left and right making sure them niggas knew not to play with me.
I only had a point to prove to when it came to him. They would get they ass handed to them when I got some free time, but this nigga had to go. I ain’t bother nobody in this bitch but him and his girlfriends decided to step like they just knew my ass was theirs for the taking.
Riya and her crew was rushing in shortly after from the commotion. “Atkins. Atkins. Get off him!”
