“Well that's alright. You needed to be branded, my boy.” Hov cut in.
“I got Ciara’s name on me so many places you would think I was a fuckin contract.”
Their dedication to their wives was honestly fire as shit, saying that these two niggas could most likely get any bitch they wanted. I was never one to need to explore, but the thought of not being able to was scary to me. Plus, I know of niggas with marriages that are not like Crew and Hov’s. Shid, starting with the niggas shop we are in now.
The tattoo artist, Rico, finished Crew’s neck piece while we all sat around talking about sports and shit. Crew looked in the mirror for approval and then turned to everyone in the shop.
“Alright, so the hit on us the other day, we got any leads on that shit?”
Bam was the first to speak up, licking wing sauce off his finger.
“We been laying low around Troy people, and none of them know anything about them coming after us. My best guess is that the prosecutor somehow found someone else to pull off the hit that came with force. I'm sure Medina pussy ass folded, which means his ass needs to get dealt with.”
Hov spoke up, and Elijah cut in, trying to feel important.
“I don't think that was Medina or that nigga in prison. There isn't any nigga pulling that much weight from prison with two to three carloads of mutha fuckas getting at us. Forty thousand dollars can't purchase that. We have to weigh all of our options because that theory ain't legit in my opinion.”
“What options?” Crew replied
“We all in a rut on this shit because if it wasn’t Troy’s gang, not Marcus Leeland, then who?”
The room went silent for a minute.
“Could be someone from the Quatar family still,” Elijah said, and everyone turned their heads to him, including me.
“How the fuck would that be the case?”
“Well, I know the entire family here got taken out, but I’ve heard from people my whole life about them having family back home in your home country. I mean, we have a direct source here in you, so who is left, Amir?”
Every eye in the room looked at me for an answer, and I was too busy giving this nigga the stare of death because I wanted to kill his punk ass. I see what this nigga is trying to imply.
“I don’t think there is a soul left from the Quatar family that would put together a gang to come after us.
Elijah smirked like he wasn’t buying it, and that was enough to bring out that killer in me.
“My question is, why the fuck are you pointing fingers my way?” I snapped, my chair scraping loudly against the floor as I stood up.
“You got a problem with me nigga? If you do, say it out loud instead of trying to sneak tell some shit.”
His hands raised in the air like he didn’t have a real problem, but I could tell he did. He shifted in his seat, glancing past me for backup.
“Why this nigga have to take it there? We came here to brainstorm, right? Hov? Crew? Am I right?”
He looked to them like a scared kid looking for a teacher. Just like a pussy ass nigga would do.
Hov exhaled slowly, like he was already tired of the bullshit, just like I was.
“Amir. We ain’t solving shit by fighting each other. We all on the same team, and Elijah, it’s not what you say, it’s how you say it. Make sure you not suggesting disloyalty unless you got solid proof of that shit. Now back to us being productive around this bitch.”
I kept my eyes locked on Elijah, letting him feel the pressure. Then I took a slow step back, but I didn’t sit. It was taking everything in me not to lay this punk ass nigga out.
The rest of the conversation, I was listening, but I wasn’t hearing shit but the voices in my head telling me to murk this nigga. I’ve noticed those voices were becoming clearer and clearer to me the more time went on.
When everyone was done talking, I walked out of the back room, and Crew stopped me in the hallway.
“Hey, bruh, I know you feeling like taking that nigga out, but trust me, he's not worth it. I had a gun up to his head before and realized he wasn’t even worth blood on my wrist.”
“Yeah, a lot of niggas not worth it, but some deserve it anyway. Tolerating disrespect is getting harder and harder for me. I honestly don’t know what the fuck is going on in my head, but I been feeling reckless as hell lately, any fuckin way.”
