“Oh, cool. It’s Amir,” a
“Alright, so what’s up? You told my lady that you wanted to talk.”
“Yeah, I did,” he started coughing.
I heard steady beeping in the background from what sounded like Hospital equipment.
“I need to know what your plans are for my family.”
“What the fuck do you mean, what our plans are? We are going to do to them what they did to us, but worse. Any and everybody can get it too nigga.”
I was hostile, true enough, but I couldn’t help myself. Just thinking about the shape P was in always made me hotter than fuckin fish grease.
“Well, let me start off by saying that I don’t blame you. I would want my payback for that, too. They cutthroat for what they did and even worse for what they did to me. Or tried to do before I had to kill my little brother.”
He replied, and Hov and I both looked at one another.
“Why did you kill your brother, and why does it sound like you are in the hospital right now?”
“Because I got shot in the process and came here for help. The hospital staff doesn’t know who I am. I didn’t tell them my real name, and I gave them an alias. Malcome Gregory when some lady found me behind a building.”
“Word.”
“Yeah, and I can’t let my father find me before I handle the rest of them because they are guaranteed to finish me off after I killed Abraham.”
“So, you plan on taking out your own family? That’s what you're saying?” Hov made his presence known on the phone.
“What made you turn on them in the first place?”
“The same thing that makes a lot of niggas turn on their gangs, families, and organizations. Distrust and selfishness.”
He cleared his throat before continuing.
“So just like y’all, I can’t live, sleep, or breathe safe knowing they're after me. Blood doesn’t make you loyal, and they made sure I knew that. So now it’s time for me to show them they should’ve treated me better. Because now I’m just as ruthless as they like to pretend, they are. I’m the realest nigga in the bunch, but that’s probably because I’m half nigga to begin with.”
He dropped a gem on me that made me think. Blood doesn’t build loyalty, and that’s what had me questioning Gio. I ordered a home kit for a DNA test, but the results won't change my questions about that nigga loyalty.
“Alright, nigga. We can put together a plot to get them niggas, and it will only work if you tell us everything you know. Every spot they frequent and how they move. All of it.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” he replied, clearing his throat again.
“I think I know where they will all be in a few days due to family traditions?”
“Where?”
“My brother has to be buried eventually and the Quatar family all rest in the same place.”
“Alright, give us the information, and it’s as good as handled.”
Hov replied before I could, and I could see the hunger in his eyes for street justice that I saw every time I looked in themirror. I never thought it would come so easily, but then again, nothing about taking out an entire family is easy.
You just have to be cutthroat and angry enough to do it, and I’m both. Let’s just hope that this Amir nigga doesn’t have a change of heart because then he will be an enemy just like the rest of his family, and we are going to get them with or without his help. He can be on the winning team or the one that's all dead.
Chapter 16
Hov
After I got dressed, I walked into the living room where my wife and Pernelle sat on the couch watching TV. Crew was beside Pernelle, holding the baby, kissing her, and rubbing Pernelle’s thigh. It was funny seeing him so tender, since he always swore he’d never be that way. I used to tell him it would take one special girl, and now I can see P is the one.
