“I don’t know, but she told me the other day that it was someone in her brother’s Crew. She feels sick about it and hates that she has to lie for them.”
She dropped her head.
“I hope you're not mad at me, baby. I’m so sorry for not telling you the truth.”
“Oh, I’m not mad baby. I appreciate you.” I kissed her on the forehead.
This was exactly the information I knew would come out because I never believed that robbery story bull shit. I knew them niggas were guilty when they showed up at my mama’s house just because some niggas got after them. Now I have to contact Vivo and let him know I got a confirmation, so we can take out women, children, and whoever else is in the way. Trey not dying in vain, and that’s on everything I love.
Maleka’s ass doesn’t even realize that she just started a fuckin war. One that's the biggest the NY streets have ever seen.
Chapter 16
Amir
Hov and Crew called for us to have a meeting up at The G Spot, which was Scotty’s tattoo shop. From what I knew, this shop had been open for over a year and was getting plenty of customers because of the high-profile mutha fuckas that got tatted here. All types of rappers and shit got tattoos, and the way the world is full of followers, that’s all it took. I hear he was making pretty decent money here because he bragged about it all the time during poker, games, and shit. I see he was trying to make different forms of revenue, too, and learning from his peers that the drug game isn’t the only game to be in.
When I arrived, I parked out front where all the guys had their cars lined up on the curb, and I squeezed into one of the last spots left. This side of Harlem was always crowded and packed with tourists, but it made for the right spot for us all to gather undetected.
There was no real New York shit going down here, and every real New York resident marked this area as a tourist spot. We were able to slide in and slide out because niggas just weren’t pulling hits over here. There were too many eyes, and too many witnesses to commit any crime. On top of that, no one outside the circle knew that Scotty was the owner. When we held meetings here, Scotty closed the books so even a tourist muthafucka couldn’t run their mouths. The last time we got shot at was hopefully the last.
Before getting out of the car, I dialed Delilah’s number again after I’d called her several times with no answer all day. She knew I hated when she didn’t answer my calls, which may be the very reason she was playing this game in the first place. Could be that, or she was sick and broken down like my aunt used to be. That was a thought I hated even more than her ignoring me. That guilt she put over my heart was much worse than any physical pain I’ve felt recently, and I’ve been shot.
I shook off the feeling I had, and I walked through the door, causing the doorbell to chime.
I was immediately greeted by Kim, who was the receptionist. She was standing back there in a red spandex dress, tight on her body, that stopped way above her thighs. The large hello kitty tattoo on her left leg was one of the first things you seen when you saw her and I knew every detail of that tacky ass shit because I’ve had her thighs in the air, plenty of days in the past.She knew it was too cold for that shit she had on.
“Welcome to the G Spot, Amir Quatar.”
She smiled at me, twirling her hair.
“Where the guys at?”
“They are in the back. Crew is currently getting a tattoo of his wife’s name on his neck.”
“Oh, that’s what’s up.”
“He must’ve cheated on her.”
She had a satisfied look on her face, and I continued past the front desk.
“Nah, I doubt that.”
“I don’t know why. This is Crew that we are talking about.”
“As long as it’s not you we are talking about, I don’t believe the cheating narrative, now if you will excuse me.” I walked further back into the shop.
When I stepped into the back room, I greeted all the niggas back there, ending with Hov and Crew.
Crew’s head was tilted to the side, so he dapped me up without looking in my direction.
“Nigga, I know you was out getting some pussy last night.”
“Why is that?”
I lifted an eyebrow feeling guilt that had me paranoid.
“Because you the most punctual nigga I know and you were so late that I've wasted time by tatting my bitch's name on my neck waiting on you.”
