Crown took a slow pull from the blunt, his gaze shifting from the view below to Smoky.
“You know why.” He replied simply, and that was all the explanation needed.
Smoky nodded, understanding Crown’s perspective. In their world as outlaws, it was all about the streets and chaos, not dressing up in fancy suits and navigating corporate life.
“You think he’s gon’ try some shit at your office?” Smoky asked, concern creeping in.
“I upped security there, but shit, I don’t know.” Crown replied, revealing only part of his plan.
He had already given Shanise notice to work from home until he secured a new office location. He could protect himself if things went left, but he didn’t want her caught in the crossfire.
“Aight, so what you wanna do? Just say the word.” Danger chimed in, leaning his forearms on the rail.
“We handle this shit with Preach and then the Council first. I already set up both meetings. For now, just keep your guards up and stay on these niggas' necks about protecting our spots.”
“Speaking of Preach, I’ve been thinking about that heavy. We have enough shit going on right now, bro. How about we do what we were gon’ do at first and just go elsewhere when it’s time to re-up? I know we stand on loyalty and history, but we gotta look out for the Knights first. Let P figure his own shit out. That way we don’t gotta worry about getting caught up with his ass.”
“Nah, can’t do that.”
“Why not, nigga?”
“I found out some new info, which is the main reason I called this meeting.”
Danger and Smoky exchanged confused glances. “What info?”
“Remember Nivéa’s ex that just got out?”
“Yeah. What about that bitch ass nigga?” Danger asked.
“He got out early because he agreed to be a fuckin’ informant.”
“Oh, fuck.” Smoky pieced it together immediately. “Get the fuck outta here. Are you tryna tell me—”
“Yeah, that’s Boe. I got his name last night from Nivéa. And that’s why his rat ass is on the run.”
“Ah shit.” Danger shook his head, eyes closing as the weight of it all sank in.
They all fell silent, deep in thought, until Danger broke the quiet again.
“Aight, well, I still think we shouldn’t say shit to P. We take care of this snitch ass nigga Boe like we were gon’ do anyway, and it won’t fuckin’ matter. The feds won’t have no case.”
“It matters. We don’t know what all the Feds have on P. He’s our connect, and until that changes, it’s our duty to let him know if we find out some snake shit. Secondly, if we don’t say shit and he finds out about Boe on his own, he’ll start searching for him. If he can’t find him because we killed the nigga, he’ll start grabbing everyone connected to him, thinking it’ll bring him out of what he believes is hiding. The Dessalinés Mob doesn’t spare women and kids. That puts Nivéa and Nyla in danger. I ain’t goin’ for that. I gotta talk to him.” Crown replied firmly as he turned from the city.
“Okay, but what if the muthafucka demands you hand over Nivéa to do what you just said, try to bring this nigga out of hiding?”
“My plan is to let him know we have the same enemy and that I’mma handle Boe for him. But just in case that doesn’t work, let everybody know to strap the fuck up. If shit goes left, we ready. I’m not coming off Nivéa. That’s not an option. Not ever.” He then focused on Smoky.
“Hold off on going to Melrose. Let me see what Preach says first.”
“Bet, I got you, bro.” Smoky replied.
Just as the men slapped hands, preparing to part ways, Domo stepped in with a worried expression, his distressed locs pulled high into a bun.
“Sup?” Crown questioned.
“Just came from the hospital to check on Dro like you told me.”
“And?”
