“I got your fucking money, damn,” Trey said, heading my way with Los right behind him, still talking shit.
Los was hostile, and arrogant as fuck, so he wasn’t about to let it go.
“Shit, you saying that like you had a choice. Let me get them stacks,” Los said from behind Trey just as he reached the bench.
Trey turned and shoved him in the chest again, causing Los to nail his ass right in the eye. They started going at it and I noticed Rique reaching for his back, but I had my piece in my hand and aimed at him before he got a chance to move.
“Won’t be none of that. That’s their shit, let them handle it,” I said calmly as my eyes moved around the court to see our spectators.
A few people had come out to watch the games, and they had their eyes on us, but everyone knew who Los and I were. Even though I wasn’t in the streets anymore, I still had respect like I was. Los was still doing his thing, so no one would say anything to either of us.
Rique threw his hands up then reached for his shirt. Once he pulled it over his head, he and I watched Los beat the shit outta Trey until he got tired and walked away.
Los approached the bench, mumbling under his breath before he grabbed Trey’s bag and started digging through it. He pulled out two stacks and tossed one to me before he lifted his bag and walked off.
“Pussy ass,” he yelled as he stepped over Trey, who was just now getting up and looking mad as fuck.
“Nice doing business with you,” I said with a smirk to Rique, who glanced at Trey then shook his head.
When I passed Trey, I stopped and looked at him while he stretched his jaw and touched it.
“Why the fuck you always doing shit like that? You know he ain’t stable, Trey.”
“Fuck him. He better keep his eyes open.”
I chuckled and looked Trey right in his eyes. “You really gonna threaten my man right here in front of me? You’s a dumb ass muthafucker. How about this? You keep your gotdamn eyes open, ’cause if I think for one second there was any sincerity to what the fuck you just said, your family won’t need to plan shit because there won’t be anything left to bury. Now play with it.”
I smiled at him then walked off. I didn’t care about turning my back to him because one thing was for sure; he knew better than to try me. I was willing to bet my life on that.
When I got to my car, I found Los pulling a hoodie over his head with his bag in my passenger seat.
“That’s why I don’t like coming down here. Muthafuckers seem to forget who the fuck we are sometimes,” I said as I pulled my door open and tossed my bag into the back then opened my console to get my phone.
I smiled at the message from Sophie.
Sophie: Board meeting, I’m bored. Dinner tonight?
“Fuck that muthafucker. He better be glad he still breathing,” Los said with a grin. That meant he was good again.
“Ay, I feel you, but this shit ain’t for us no more. I know you only did it to shut his ass up, but it’s not worth the stress.”
“You getting soft on me, Troop.”
“Don’t fucking play me, Los. Ain’t shit about me soft but my dick and that’s only because ain’t no bad bitches around to fix that for me.”
Los chuckled before he grabbed his bag, tossed it in the back, and got in.
I slipped into the driver’s seat and pulled off.
“Bad bitches? I’m starting to think you don’t know what those are anymore since you found Sophie, Troop.”
I grinned and shot him a bird. “Trust me, I’m well aware, but I’m chilling right now.”
“Chilling, huh?” Los laughed. “Nah, she got your ass on lock, but it’s cool. I like Sophie. Just be careful.”
“Fuck I need to be careful for?”
“’Cause a woman like that will have your ass married with two point five children and you won’t even know it happened. You’ll wake up one day with a mini me looking up at your ass calling you daddy.”
