When we didn’t answer him, he was smart enough to know that we didn’t air shit out, and we didn’t get our product back. This man went crazy on us, swinging his fist, and beating the shit out of us with just his hands alone. I was leaking blood from my mouth, nose, just about any place on my body.
“Who did it?” he roared, leaning into us because at this point, me, and Elias were on our ass on the floor.
“MBM,” Elias responded, blood dripping out of his mouth as he answered.
“Oh, hell nah. Ain’t no way ya’ll my motha fuckin sons. Ain’t no way ya’ll carrying the Montclair bloodline on ya’ll backs. Didn’t ya’ll just come to me a couple of months ago about issues that ya’ll were having with these niggas? Ain’t these the same niggas that had one of their men come out to ya’ll corner, set up shop, and make serves? That happened over a year ago, and ya’ll got these dudes being able to walk around and tell about it? And what the fuck you mean when you say you lost some of your corner boys? How do you lose corner boys?” I was hoping that he wasn’t going to bring that shit up, but he did.
“Them niggas just stopped coming into work. I haven’t seen them, but I know Dolo took them niggas up under him. That’s the kind of green ass shit that a nigga like him would do,” I was the one to answer.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad look at us like this. You could see the disgust all in his eyes. It’s almost as if he was embarrassed that we were his sons.
“And them same niggas that he took probably gave him the hit on where the drop would be, and that’s why they were able to run into ya’ll shit, air it out, and take your product. Ay man, this shit is embarrassing. When you running an organization, you have plenty of jobs, but the biggest job of all is to protect the fuckin drop. Goofy ass niggas, you knew that ya’ll lost corner boys that got picked up by Dolo. Ya’ll know that they were sitting on information about when and where the drops take place. Ya’ll were supposed to switch up the fuckin location man. That’s the kind of shit that you were supposed to have already known!” he snapped.
My brother and I didn’t say anything. We would have been crazy to interrupt this nigga while he was talking.
“My great granddaddy built this organization from nothing. On his fuckin back. When the niggas before us was running it, they died with their names being well respected in the streets. The Montclair organization was powerful, and I handed it to you dumb ass niggas, and ya’ll going around making a mockery of this shit. I won’t let ya’ll destroy this any further. Shop is closed. Effective immediately. Go ahead and round up all your niggas and let them know that you don’t have any more work for them,” he finished, and that shit broke my heart.
I damn near started crying in here. I didn’t cry with the beat down, but listening to my father say that he was closing shop down, and we were no longer running it, that’s what damn near brought me to tears.
“Pops come on. We can fix this shit?—”
“Motha fucka, fix what? There’s nothing to be fixed. You don’t come back from shit like this. You let them niggas take your men, run up inside your drop, kill every nigga standing, and then take your shit. Them niggas are breathing! They can walk around and speak on this shit. You cannot fix that. I hope… I really hope that ya’ll dumb asses wasn’t stupid enough to call Eduardo and tell him about this,” he went on to say. Eduardo was our supplier. He was based in Colombia.
“Nah. We ain’t tell him yet,” Elias responded. My dad was so disgusted that he just stood there, letting out a sarcastic laugh, as he shook his head at us.
“Goofy ass niggas. What ya’ll going to do when it’s time to pay up? Ya’ll have no product, which means ya’ll not about to make any money. If you not making money, then you can’t pay him. This man under the impression that ya’ll are about to push his shit out on the streets and then come back for more like ya’ll usually do. Talking about you can fix it! Ya’ll aren’t in a position to fix shit right now. The only position you two niggas are in is to get killed. You, and every nigga that’s moving weight for ya’ll.Get the fuck out and go tell your mama that you love her. I might not ever see you niggas again after this shit,” he spat, and then he walked away.
He was one cold ass person. Heartless. He sounded like he didn’t give two fucks if Eduardo got a hold of us and killed us.
“We gotta get our drugs back, nigga. At this point in the game, if Eduardo gone kill us, at least let us go out killing Dolo first. We let him slip through too many cracks. We let him disrespect us too many times. We can’t go out like these pussies that pops trying to make us out to be,” Elias said to me.
I didn’t even have a response. I was angry. I was tired. I was feeling so many different emotions right now. I couldn’t say what the next move was going to be right now. I had to really process what our father just took away from us.
Chapter 16
Camryn ‘Cam’ Lewis
“Nah. I ain’t trying to hit up a club. Too many eyes. Too much security. We gotta be smart about the way we moving. The goal is to stay the fuck out of jail and stay alive. I just got home. I’m not trying to fuck up already,” I said to my cousin Jason, as I sat out front in the living room, with the phone glued to my ear, feet kicked up on the coffee table, coming up with a few plans to make some money.
I was at my girls rouse. Her name was Rhea. Me, and Rhea have been through a lot of shit together. We’ve been fuckin on and off with each other since high school. She had to have loved me like she said she did because I knew that I wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. I put her through a lot of shit. Fucked around on her with other women, and because of the lifestyle that I lived being so dangerous, she’s been in some fucked up situations with me before in the past where she’s almost lost her life a time or two.
Rhea was such a good girl too. When you see her, and the way she carries herself, you would question what would make her want to be with a piece of shit like me. This girl made good grades when we were in school, she went off to communitycollege, and now she works as a middle school science teacher. Without me, her life would be so simple. She had her own car, and her own apartment, but she stuck through this shit with me.
“Yeah, but we would have to do it right though. See, you’ve been locked up for so long that you don’t really know that the dancers here be making bank. I’m always at the clubs, and sometimes I don’t like to leave that shit until it’s time for them to close. I see the dancers, and bottle girls walk out of that bitch each night with duffle bags filled with money. That’s an easy lick. We just gotta plan it right,” Jason said to me.
From where I was seated, I could look out into the kitchen, and my eyes were on Rhea. She had paperwork on the dining room table because she was grading her students work. Not only that, but she was standing in front of the stove, looking into the pot that held the shrimp alfredo. I told her earlier that that’s what I wanted for dinner, and here she was, making it happen for me.
“I hear you. Let me look into that shit some more, and I’ll get back to you on that. I feel like it’ll probably be a nice lick, but nigga now that I’m home, I’m thinking bigger. Those not the kind of licks that I’m trying to be on. While I was locked up, I came up with all kinds of plans. Who we need to be hitting is the niggas in the drug business that’s responsible for moving the money around. Shit, even the ones that’s responsible for moving the product. Take it somewhere and flip it. I want different for us this time. I ain’t trying to just be robbing random niggas and bitches thatlooklike they got money. I want to be definite in who I’m hitting, knowing that they got the money on them,” I went on to say.
Because the living room wasn’t too far from the kitchen, Rhea could hear me, so she sucked her teeth loudly, and I heard her groan. She hated when I would talk about this kind of shit around her.
“I like that. Shit, we would have to round the crew up for that though and really sketch it out. You know it won’t be easy to run up on a nigga with that amount of cash or drugs on him. Gotta play it safe,” he responded, and I nodded.
“Exactly. I’ll put something together tomorrow so we can all sit down and talk about it. I got my girl not too far away from me, and you know she don’t want to hear this shit,” I told him, and he laughed, knowing how Rhea was.
He told me to just go ahead, and hit him tomorrow, and I let him know that I would. From there, I tossed my phone down on the table and stood. I pulled up the joggers that I was sagging low in, so that I could walk over to the kitchen area, where Rhea was.
“Why every time a nigga get on the phone, and talk business, you gotta start doing all that eye rolling, sucking your teeth, and shit? I don’t ever see you doing all that eye rolling and shit when I leave bank rolls on the table, telling you to use it, and pay the bills with it,” I snapped.
