“This mufucka clean, gang,” Jakai complimented his newest Bentley truck. “I’m definitely getting one of these.”
Noble chuckled. “Nuke, tell him what he gotta do in order to get this.”
Jakai turned around quickly, surprised by Nuke’s big body in the backseat.
“Damn, bruh, I didn’t even see you back there.” Jakai laughed.
“You gotta be aware of your surroundings,” Nuke preached. “I could’ve murked you and you wouldn’t have saw it coming.”
Jakai bobbed his head. “You right, gang. So what you need to holla at me about?”
Noble pulled up to the docks and parked. “I’ll tell you about it in here. Come on.”
All of the men got out the car and entered one of the warehouses that TLM often occupied. Nuke locked the door and Noble went to sit on top of the desk.
“Have a seat.”
Jakai glanced back at Nuke and hesitantly sat down. “What’s going on?”
Noble leaned his elbow on his leg, peering deeply at Jakai. “I heard you and Tuck still in contact.”
He shrugged. “We talk here and there.”
Noble shook his head. “No, I heard y’all talk-talk.”
Jakai glanced back at Nuke then began nibbling on his bottom lip.
“What y’all be talking about?”
Jakai’s shoulders hunched. “Shit, about lil’ stuff. Nothing about TLM though,” he quickly said.
“What about Jovanis? Y’all talked about him?”
He blinked rapidly, looking to the side anxiously. Jakai scratched the back of his neck. “Aye, Noble, what is this shit about?”
Noble got up from the table and stood in front of Jakai. He bent down, smelling the fear radiate off him.
“I wanna know who shot at my girl.”
Right away, Jakai shook his head. “Aye, I didn’t have shit to do with that.”
“Where’s your phone?”
“Huh?”
“Huh?” Noble mocked him. “Let me see your phone.”
“Aye, we ain't gotta do—Yo’ what the fuck!”
Noble had swiftly pulled out his gun, pointing it at Jakai’s head. He was in no mood to play with this nigga who was sweating so badly that his shirt was soaked.
“Give up that fucking phone,” Noble calmly ordered.
Nuke wrapped his arm around Jakai’s neck, suddenly prompting him to kick and claw at his skin. “Nigga this ain't even my full strength.” Nuke snorted.
“I’m not gon’ tell you again. Let me see that phone.”
Shakily, he dug inside his pocket and retrieved his phone. His fingers trembled as he punched in the code and handed it to Noble. Placing his gun on the table, Noble picked up his phone to look for the burner number that Tuck often called him from. When he found it, he searched through Jakai’s messages.
