“Bring your ass, nigga,” Wilde complained.
Jovanis took a seat next to him, leaning back, shooting daggers at Noble. This man really thought he was that nigga, sitting at the head of the table like he was a fucking boss. Surprisingly, he was dressed down in a nude Dior T-shirt with a diamond necklace. The matching bucket hat covered his fade and halfway shielded his eyes.
“What’s been up while I been low?” Noble asked.
The thought of Irish being with him made him incensed.
“The port been hot,” Rio revealed. “I don't know what’s going on but twelve been up there almost every day.”
Noble frowned. “Why?”
“Those Mexicans been on bullshit,” Zayd chimed in. “They bringing the heat, which means we need to move our shipment to another location.”
Noble nodded. “I think I got somewhere we can get shit delivered.”
“Oh, now you wanna help?” Jovanis hissed, eyes centered on Noble.
He narrowed his eyes. “Fuck you say to me?”
“You heard me, nigga. When we needed help with the shipment, you ain't even wanna help us out. Now all of a sudden, your happy ass willing to lead.”
“Bitch, I always lead but I ain't about to hold your fucking hand like you my seed. I told you to watch your mouth talking to me. You think I’m a game, nigga?”
“What the fuck is y’all problem?” Rio asked, looking back and forth between the two.
Noble’s sinister smile made a sudden appearance. “Why don't you tell ‘em why you really salty.”
All eyes were on Jovanis as he sat stewing. He was so furious, he was certain sweat beads had surfaced on his forehead. Noble was playing a dangerous game at the moment. Jovanis was in crash-out mode. He didn’t give a fuck about anything because no one cared about him.
“Where the fuck my wife at?”
Wilde scoffed. “Your wife? Why the fuck would Noble know where your wife at?”
Nuke cleared his throat. “This meeting for business. Not personal shit.”
Noble raised his hand to silence him. “No, let him cook. Now you asked me where your wife is, right?”
This blow up was inevitable. Noble hadn’t respected Jovanis’ union with Irish. So what he was a closeted gay man and she was his beard? That didn’t give Noble the green-light to start fucking Irish and turn her against him.
“She’s where she wanna be.” Noble sucked his teeth.
Rio eyed Noble. “You fucking with Irish?”
“Yeah, he’s fucking her,” Jovanis answered for him. “He’s been overstepping for months and now he got her ignoring my calls like I’m some lame-ass nigga. You know I got the right to put your ass in the ground, right?”
“You had so many chances before and guess what? You ain't take ‘em. So, don't talk that shit to me now.”
“Wait a minute.” Zayd shook his head. “So, you said Noble been fucking your wife and you ain't do shit about it?”
Jovanis cut his eyes at him. “You trying to tempt me?”
“Noble, that shit ain't cool.” Rio was the first to reprimand him. “If what Jovanis says is true, then you dead wrong. That’s that man’s wife.”
“Wife?” Noble laughed like he was in the front row at a comedy show. “Y’all niggas don't have no clue but fuck it. I’m a man and I take my shit on the chin. This what you want, Jovanis?” He glowered, holding his arms up. “You want me to acknowledge that I’m wrong for accepting Irish with open arms?”
“Bullshit!” Jovanis barked. “She ain't come to you with no open arms. You was on her ass.”
“See, you a stupid-ass nigga who can’t see the forest for the trees,” Noble countered, peering at him with disgust. “You so fucking selfish that you don't think about her at all.”
