Mozzi pinched the tip of his nose and chuckled, watching Moose cautiously slip out of the booth. He snuck Nickel before two of his boys could run up, locking both of his arms behind him so he couldn’t move. Kong stood, gun aimed behind them atNickel’s crew while the club crowd thinned out, looking for the exit. Mozzi tucked his pistol back in place and swung.
Whack!
His fist landed right in Nickel’s jaw, sending blood spewing from his mouth. A unanimous roar of shock spread throughout the club. Even with guns involved, people were still recording in hopes of going viral. Nobody wanted to be too close in case bullets went flying, though.
“Let his bitch ass go.” Mozzi ordered. “Brim, get them out of here.” Mozzi nodded to Coast, Ayla, and Inari.
“Moses—”
“Give me five minutes, Trouble,” he replied without even looking at her.
Brim ushered them all to the back exit. Loosening his reigns, Moose dropped Nickel where he stood.
“Say whatever you want about my mama. I still ain’t no bitch like you! Why don’t you tell these muhfuckas why you really don’t like me. Nigga used to want to be down like Brandy with us when we was in the group home.” Mozzi sneered, and Nickel’s eyes flickered with rage. “Oh, you thought all these years I didn’t remember you, didn’t you?” He cackled. “I just don’t fuck with weak niggas. He was tired of getting his ass beat and peed on every other day,” Mozzi announced to the crowd before turning back to Nickel. “My mama might’ve been a hoe, but at least I wasn’t locked in no fucking basement, pissing and shitting in buckets!” Mozzi circled him, watching the hatred build in Nickel’s eyes with each word. “When we left, I heard you was going around telling everybody we was the homies and how tight we was. That’s why I called you a fake ass nigga.” Mozzi lifted his foot and kicked him in the face.
His boys tried to rush him, but Moose and Kong stepped in, waving their pistols. Mozzi removed his from his hip and kneeled so he could be eye level with Nickel.
“You want to know the difference between me and you? You the kind of nigga who thinks money can compensate for all the other shit you lack. See, me, I was that nigga before I started getting paper.” He brought the gun to Nickel’s temple.
“Mozzi, don’t!” Lin pleaded, knowing he would squeeze off with no remorse as she struggled to sit up. “Leave him alone!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let this nigga live… for now,” Mozzi concluded, pressing the barrel of the gun into his temple before pushing it away from him.
Slowly bringing himself upright, he faced his brothers.
“Let’s go.” Tucking his pistol, Mozzi snickered with Kong and Moose retreating with him to the exit.
On his way out the back door with his brothers in tow, Lil Wayne’s “Hit ’Em Up” blasted through the speakers like a murder anthem. The crowd parted for them as the lyrics bounced off the walls.“Shootouts ain’t nothing but rock and roll to ’em, leave your blood on the dash call it rosewood.”Mozzi had plans for his opps tonight. Arriving outside the club, he checked the back alley and spotted Brim’s SUV parked. Since he rode with his brothers, he shot a quick text to Brim, telling him to head out, and they would be right behind them.
