“You did nothing wrong.”
“I did. I got in my feelings because Cam has been talking to Diamond and I made Pooh fight her. I was wrong.”
Ace didn’t hear anything after Cam had been talking to Diamond. That was how he was going to get Rich to let his guards down and when he dropped them, Ace was getting his lick back. Stone could talk that shit all he wanted to, but Ace, on the other hand, was on demon time.
“It’s all good, y’all go back to your mother’s house. I don’t want y’all around here.”
Farrah’s eyes lowered as Ace walked toward the front door, he was on a mission. He hopped in his car and replayed the entire fight scene in his head. He noticed the way Rich’s entire world stopped the second he called his daughters out their names. Rich didn’t get shook over beef or business; his daughters made him move.
Ace pulled his phone out and shot Cam a text.
Ace: Nephew, I need to holla at you.
Cam: I’m on 16thand Trumbull.
Ace dropped his phone in the cupholder and headed back to the hood. He pulled up on Cam in the matter of minutes, he walked over to Ace’s car, and hopped in the passenger seat.
“What’s up, Unc?” Cam asked as soon as Ace sat down.
“I’m so muthafuckin’ heated and your pops taking shit lightly.”
“I already know.”
Ace looked over at Cam, “I hear you like her.”
Cam slightly frowned his face, “Nah, that’s Duke’s girl.”
“Duke?”
“Yeah.”
Ace looked out the driver side’s window and nodded his head.
“But what’s up? What you needed to holla at me about?”
He opted out of telling Cam what he was up to, Duke was the nigga he needed to talk to. Ace didn’t even know why Cameven crossed his mind, the lil nigga told Stone everything and he needed his plan to go smooth.
After parting ways with Cam, Ace pulled up to Duke’s little corner, tucked his gun safely on his waist, and hopped out. Duke stood there laughing and talking with his guys but every expression changed when they saw Ace walking up.
“What up?” Duke asked from a far. Ace chuckled to himself, thinking back to when he was an up-and-coming hustler.
Ace was aget it out the mudtype of nigga, but he was forever grateful for Stone and the position he put him in. Even with the utmost respect for Stone, he moved to his own beat, never another nigga’s.
“Come walk with me,” Ace demanded as Duke pushed his body off the building he was leaning on.
Ace came on straight business and no matter how Duke felt, money talked, and Ace had it. He pulled a brown paper bag from his pocket and held it in Duke’s direction.
“What’s this?”
“A chance to make some real bread. And to handle a little situation for me.”
Duke looked at him with a stale face, “You got a million niggas under you, what you need me for?”
“I need someone broken and you the only one that can break ‘em.” Ace jumped in headfirst.
“Broken? Who?”
“Diamond, Rich’s daughter.”
