I took my spot with them, and I turned to look at the men, and the women that were in front of me. Majority of them with confused looks on their faces because they didn’t have a clue what was going on.
“Alright. Let’s get right to it. Jax hit me tonight, telling me that dem 9 boyz had set up shop in my turf. Niggas were really posted up on my fuckin block, running serves. As soon as Jax hit me, telling me that shit, I took a ride out there to see what the fuck was going on. The second I pulled up on the block, dem 9 boyz started spraying at my car. That wasn’t a scare tactic, neither was it warning shots that they gave my way. They knewit was my car that pulled onto the block, so they were shooting to kill,” I started, and as I went on, all eyes were on me, hanging onto my every word, waiting to see what I was getting ready to say next.
“The woman that I just walked in the room with, her name is Riot. She’s one of us now. The plan was to take her around, show her the ropes, and on her first day on the job, she was involved in a shootout with me. Me, and her together took out over twenty niggas. Give Riot her props for standing in the paint with me, and holding down her own,” I went on, and like she’d just been awarded a Grammy, the room started clapping for her. I ran my operation like that. Whenever anyone stood out, I would praise them in front of everyone.
I couldn’t get this girl to smile for shit. She continued to sit there with this regular look on her face, eyes on me, waiting to see where I was going with this.
“The bad news is that we lost a few of our own tonight. Jax, along with the other six niggas that works that corner for me, lost their lives tonight,” I went on, and you could hear the loud outburst that so many of them made around the room.
I knew these deaths were going to fuck a lot of them up, especially Jax because he was a cool dude, and he vibed with everyone that was a part of this organization.
“I’m angry at this news just like the next person. Jax was like my little brother. With that being said, I didn’t call this meeting tonight for us to sit around and play the guessing game on who did this shit. I know who did it. When I got out of the car, and I saw all them niggas stretched out on the concrete, they each were stamped with the number 9 somewhere on their body. I called this meeting so that I can prepare ya’ll for what’s getting ready to happen. I lost too many niggas tonight. Even though dem 9 boyz lost way more than we did, I still need my revenge. They stepped onto my shit, put my niggas down, so now we gottatouch everything that belongs to them. I want it all. I need they traps. I want to take a few of their runners to make up for the ones that I just lost. I need corners, all that,” I was dead serious on the things that I was saying, and by the way everyone was looking at me, they knew that I meant business.
This meeting went on for almost two hours, as we came up with a plan on what was getting ready to happen within the organization. I dismissed everyone so that they could go home and be prepared to work in the morning. I let them all know that shop was closed for the rest of the night, and after that, everyone started spilling out.
“Ay bruh, let me ask you something. When you left out the trap tonight, telling me that you had to make a move, Jax had already hit you, telling you that dem 9 boyz were posted up in our shit?” Mook asked me as soon as the meeting was over.
You could tell that he had been itching to ask me that shit. There was a look of anger in his eyes, as he tried to get some straightening with me.
“Yeah. Why? What’s up?” I asked him not following where he was going with this.
“What the fuck you mean what’s up nigga? Why the fuck wouldn’t you have let me get in the car with you to see what was going on? You took a bitch with you that you knew all of two seconds, when you had your brother sitting right on the couch, that would have taken that ride with you!” he snapped, looking at me like I was crazy, and as if he was ready to swing on me at any given moment.
As much as I loved my niggas, and even though I would stand in front of a bullet for either one of them, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that we had the perfect relationship. I’m ready to slam one of these niggas on their heads just about every other day.
Mook was the one that I would often go at it with the most because I felt like he was the one that would try me. Even tonight, when he was asleep on the fuckin job. No other man that moved weight for me would have ever tried that. He did shit off the strength that he was my brother, and he knew the chances of me giving him the boot were slim to none. I couldn’t take food out of either one of my brothers mouths, so when we found ourselves beefing, we always found a way to figure that shit out and get back right.
“Ay, when Jax hit me, I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting ready to walk into. I did the shit to me that made the most sense. We had bitches in the trap, cooking up dope. I wasn’t about to leave them in there by themselves, while you took that ride with me. You know that we always need someone in one of the traps watching what the fuck is going on. Riot not trained to have ran that trap for me, while you rode with me, and that’s why I took her with me. I’m glad that I didn’t take you with me though, homie. Your ass was crashed out on the sofa, knocked out when I made it out front. Did you not hear me when I said that we took out twenty niggas tonight? What good would you have been for me tonight? Fuckin around with you, I would have been stretched out alongside the rest of them!” I snapped, getting in his face, so that he could feel me, and understand that I wasn’t in the playing mood with him.
“Damn, that’s how we doing it now? I take a little cat nap on the couch, and now all of a sudden, I’m not qualified to go on that ride with you? A bitch that barely weigh one hundred pounds could go with you?—”
“Watch that shit nigga. That’s the second bitch you threw out. Your head going to hit the floor if it’s a third one,” I calmy cut him off, just giving him a warning, so he couldn’t fix his mouth and say that he didn’t see it coming when I swung on him.
“Ya’ll niggas chill out. Mook, step outside,” Bray stepped in, getting in the middle of us.
“I’m just calling it like it is. A nigga was sitting right there on the couch when he got that call. A bitch meant?—”
I swung my fist in his direction, popping him right in his mouth, doing my best to knock his fuckin teeth out. All the fights that we’ve had in the past, but I could tell that he was shocked with this swing.
Usually, I would spare him and wouldn’t beat his ass like he was just any random nigga off the street. I couldn’t spare him this time because I just stood here, and told him to stop calling Riot a bitch, and he kept doing it. Usually, when I refer to a woman as a bitch, I swear I don’t mean any harm by doing it. I could tell Mook was doing it to be disrespectful, and now that nigga had to feel me.
I was swinging nonstop, hitting him wherever I could, and he was swinging back, but I was quicker, and faster than him, so I was able to dodge his blows. I was able to get him by his legs, slam that nigga down on his head, just as I told him I would, and we started going at it, blow for blow, damn near trying to kill each other.
It took Bray, and Kendrick to pull me off him, and when they did, they pushed me back in the opposite direction.
“Ya’ll niggas chill the fuck out. Mook, you looking for a problem man. If I had to make that trip down to the corner to see what was going on, I would have left you in the trap with the women too because you know we never leave them in there unsupervised. Dolo already said that he had Riot with him tonight because he was showing her the ropes. Stop acting like a crybaby ass nigga. You trying to make this shit deeper than what it really is. We about to go to war with dem 9 boyz. Now ain’t the time to be beefing over this goofy ass shit,” Kendrick snapped.
Mook sat his dumb ass there with blood oozing out of his mouth, nose, and his right eye was swelling a little bit. I didn’t like having to beef with any of my brothers, so it didn’t make me feel good that I had to beat his ass the way I did.
He eventually got up, and he walked out of the room, not saying anything else to any of us. I turned my head to watch him leave because I wanted to see if he was going to say something to Riot who was still sitting there, but he didn’t.
He angrily pushed through the doors and left.
“Let him cool off. Ya’ll going to be straight. Let me go home and get some rest. I know we got a full day for us tomorrow,” Bray said, walking over to me, and he slapped hands with me.
Kendrick came over, and he did the same thing. Each of them spoke to Riot on the way out, and she just waved her hand at them.
I walked over to her, standing over her, just trying to get a feel for how she was feeling right now. She didn’t look tired or anything. It was after midnight, but she didn’t have that sleepy look to her eyes.
