“There’s no way you think that figure is fair!” Douglas argued.
Noble peered at Rio. “How long were you in the hospital? Weeks, right? You suffered what… head trauma, broken bones, and a coma.” Rio nodded then Noble looked at Douglas. “I say that’s a good start. Shit, it’s the least you can do.”
He shook his head. “Hell no.”
“Listen, you can either pay that or pay for a funeral. Which one you want?” Rio snapped, growing impatient with his father-in-law.
Douglas exhaled sharply, looking over at his men, who had clenched jaws as well.
“I have to discuss this with Devyn.”
“Do what you gotta do but you got until tonight to agree to our terms. If you don't, your precious daughter will still have that red dot on her.”
Douglas gave him a smug smirk. “You know, I never liked your arrogant ass, Noble. You left Tuck high and dry and now you're sitting here like you're the fucking man.”
“Nigga, I am the man and if you keep talking slick, I can show you by adding more zeroes to that fee. So, holla at me and tell me what I should do.”
Pressing his lips together, Douglas stood, pulling down the sleeves to his collared shirt.
“We’ll be in touch.”
“Aye,” Rio called out, “and when you pay, ‘cause I know you ain't stupid, let Cali’s ass know to get ready for that divorce. Oh, and make sure she knows that she ain't getting shit either.”
Douglas snorted, filing out of the room with his men in tow. Soon as the door closed, Noble looked at Rio.
“You sure about all this?”
“Yeah,” Rio snarled. “I ain't letting no bitch get away with trying to set me up.”
“And she was cheating,” Wilde instigated. “That hoe gotta die just off that alone.”
Noble shook his head, silently hating how Wilde hyped Rio up to do the unthinkable. Granted, he was enraged and he should’ve been, but he didn’t think killing Cali would take away the sting of betrayal.
“I got a move to make,” Jovanis announced. “I’ll holla at y’all.”
He shook hands with everyone except Noble, which didn’t bother him a bit.
“Man, if we get into a war with Noir Mob, that shit gon’ be epic,” Wilde spoke with so much zeal.
Zayd smacked his lips. “Dummy, that ain't gon’ be epic. That means more bodies and more attention from the law, you stupid-ass nigga.”
Wilde waved his hand, snidely. “Man, I knew your soft ass would say that. That’s why you ain't fit to take over. Right, Noble?”
Not willing to get in between their rift, he stood and walked out of the room. Zayd was right. A war between them and Noir Mob could turn more than deadly. It could become catastrophic if Douglas didn’t agree with their terms.
“You been cool?”
Jovanis shrugged, knowing there had been nothing cool about his disposition, but Tuck knew that already.
“I can’t say that I have.”
Tuck smirked, reclining in his seat. “You one of the toughest niggas I know. You getting soft on me now?”
Jovanis cut his eyes at him. “Fuck you.”
Tuck chuckled, bobbing his head. “So, what happened?”
“What you think? She loves that nigga and I hate that shit.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe she allowed another man into her heart.”
