“Nigga, if you don’t sit yo’ goofy ass down. The menu is the menu. If you don’t like it, get the fuck on and never come back bitch,” Genesis taunted. He was on Enzo’s neck, and I didn’t see him letting up anytime soon.
Bentley released a genuine laugh in my ear. He was amused by Gen and his antics. “That got to be the one y’all call Genesis?” he questioned.
“Yes,” I whispered back, watching everyone eye Enzo like prey. This was starting to feel like a bad idea. Royce was bound to follow up with more foolery, and the whole plan would be blown before it even got started. That silent prayer I said on the way over must’ve been blocked.
“Hey, nephew. Take a seat,” Senior chimed finally stepping in.
Royce was back to delivering stern looks and poor Enzo would croak over right about now if looks could kill. We should’ve left him out the loop like I intended. He wasn’t too much of a game player when it came to shit like this. You could see it all over his face that he wasn’t feeling this play it nice bullshit or Enzo.
Enzo finally took a seat, and that fast the energy shifted once more. You couldn’t tell me we wasn’t at the Last Supper right now. Only this time, weallknew who was committing the ultimate betrayal. This wasn’t going how I envisioned it. If I didn’t jump in now, all hell was going to break loose.
“So, Bentley. How was life back in Florida?” I asked.
“Good question,” Bentley said in my ear. “You so damn smart baby. I’m curious to hear what the hell he gon’ say. I lived a luxurious life by the way. Me and Daisy ain’t see a day of struggle.”
“Not much,” Enzo shrugged. “Just living… getting to the money.”
“Mcht,” Royce sucked his teeth then muttered something under his breath. Klarity kicked his leg underneath the table without Enzo noticing it. She was the only one that could get him to act right.
“I know that shit right bitch. Ask if he got any kids,” Bentley instructed.
Clearing my throat once more, I adjusted myself in my seat before asking, “So, Bentley, you got any children? We love the kids, as you can see,” I motioned to the little ones in the room behind us.
Half shrugging, he fed us another lie. Bentley had his information and gave me the details from top to bottom about Enzo… excuse me, Damarius Evans. “Uh… nah. Never really saw me having any,” he replied.
“Is that right? I know me, what’s attached, and what’s of value. My most valuable possessions, I keep tucked off the grid, hence, why this compound is locked down like Fort Knox. So, either you can’t have them, don’t have them, or got them put the fuck up. Which one is it nigga?” Royce inquired taking the reins from my hands. I was pretty sure he was at his wits end with this bullshit. We had no choice but to let him do him. Enzo’s eyes locked on Royce, and we all caught Klarity trying and failing to stop him before he spoke. “Why the fuck yo’ ass staring at me like you can check shit this way? Answer the questions or get the fuck out.”
“Royce language,” Klarity said.
“We ain’t spelling shit out today, My Baby. The kids in the other room too. We all grown, right?” Royce asked.
“As hell,” Genesis announced.
“Dead men don’t stare for long,” Royce finished.
“I get it,” I said, quickly jumping in before furniture was moved. “Kids can be a lot. I’ve always been the fun auntie, now I’m a mother.” A soft smile appeared as I tried to ease the tension suffocating us.
“Exactly,” Enzo replied.
“Or a liability, especially if a motherfucker cross me. I’m gunnin’ for all his shit, kids included,” Genesis added.
That’s when Enzo shifted in his seat, and that was the first telltale sign of him being untruthful. He had a kid or a family, and not this Lone Wolf spill he had been trying to pretend to be.
One point, Genesis.
Bentley chuckled once more in my ear. “Yeah, lil’ cuz alright with me.”
I wasn’t too sure if Bentley would like Genesis or not. He was young, blunt, and didn’t really give a damn about how it came off most times. From our conversation, I could tell Bentley gave you more respect when you presented yourself as you. Raw and authentic.
“Ask him about my mama,” Bentley ordered.
“I’ve heard so many stories about Aunt Rhema. What kind of mother was she? I can only imagine how dope she was,” I voiced.
He responded with the most dumbass answer I’d ever heard. “My mama,hmm, yeah, she did her best with me, you know. I mean, it’s hard. I really miss her.”
My head instantly fell to the side with dipped brows. Nothing of what he said made any sense. I was looking around the room hoping to spot the answer.
“Is that so?” Senior questioned.
