“Yo, you dumb as fuck. Inhaling food, Troop?” Los was laughing, but I was mad as fuck and dead ass serious.
“Hell yeah, inhaling. How the fuck you take down five plates of food in one sitting?”
“Nah, the bigger questions is how the fuck is he eating at Denny’s? That shit is nasty as fuck, yo. His system gon’ be all fucked up. You might want to reschedule, ’cause the second he looking down the barrel of your gun, that muthafucker gone have the shits something terrible.”
I shook my head at his stupid ass. Only Los would think of something like that.
“Bruh, why the fuck you put that shit in my head? Now that’s all I’m gon’ be thinking about until I body this muthafucker.”
Los laughed again. “Yo, you brought it up. You know my mind ain’t right, so you should have known better.”
“Your stupid ass,” I mumbled. “So what you looking like on your end?”
“I’m good. This muthafucker grocery shopping. It fucking sucks that he ain’t gon’ be around long enough to eat this. I almost feel bad I’m making him waste his money.”
“Then go tell him.” I smirked.
“The fuck am I supposed to say? Ay, bruh, just leave all that there and head home. I’m about to put a hot one in you, so you don’t need it?”
“Yeah, do that, then let me know how that work out for you.” I laughed just thinking about it because Los wasn’t too damn stable. His dumb ass would really do somthing like that and be mad as fuck when the person didn’t take him serious.
“Ay, I think he’s finally done, I’ll hit you back later. Clive and his people are waiting on us, right?”
“Yeah, he ready. Let me know when it’s done. Looks like you might be home before I am. I need a fucking blunt, real shit. I can’t handle this waiting.”
“Don’t fuck up ’cause your ass is impatient.”
“You worry about that fat muthafucker, I got this. What about your girl Willis?”
“What about her?”
“You know what, don’t play dumb. I know you fucked her too, but I ain’t gon’ throw that shit in your face.”
“I ain’t fuck her, Los.”
“Yeah, aight, so she just handing over info without getting nothing in return.”
I could tell his ass was smiling.
“I didn’t fuck her, that’s all you need to know, but I’ll handle her. Just not tonight.”
“Aight, do your thing and hit me up when it’s done.”
“Aight, bet.”
I ended the call and sat up in my seat watching Rogers as he left the restaurant heading to his car. Just watching him walk irritated the shit out of me. He was pussy. That right here was enough for me to shoot his ass, but knowing he was trying to turn me into a snitch and building a case against me and Los made that shit ever sweeter.
I just needed to get a handle on all of this because I was used to being in control, and right now, there were too many people who had a hand in what could potentially affect my future.
“How the hell did you get in my house?” Rogers asked when he entered his living room and found me sitting on his sofa smoking a blunt. I had followed his ass home, gave him time to get in, then followed him.
He headed straight for his bedroom and showered while I waited. Twenty minutes later, he entered his living room again, where I was.
“I think the better question is why am I in your house.” I kept my expression neutral.
My eyes were on him and his were on my gun. I lifted the blunt to my lips and took a pull before I released a cloud of smoke.
“I know why you’re here, but you can’t stop what’s already been set in motion. None of you can. You’re all just pawns and you need to play your part. I can promise you this though, being here in my house just guaranteed that after we fuck you for all the information you have, you’re still going to prison.”
