Page 88 of Addicted

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching. I needed to find this nigga soon, before some real shit popped off.

When I pulled up to the warehouse, Kenzo was already there, leaning against his car. I parked next to him and got out.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” I said.

Kenzo nodded, and we walked inside together.

The warehouse was packed.

Julio, Terrell, Wes, Antoine, Deacon, and a handful of other soldiers were all standing around, waiting. When they saw me, they straightened up.

“Yo,” I said, my voice cutting through the low murmur of conversation. “Y’all know why we here.”

Everyone nodded.

“We still gotta figure out who running they fuckin’ mouth. The bando was one thing but the shipment? Nah. Hell nah. Ain’t no way them niggas got the drop like that without help.”

I let my eyes scan the room, landing on each face.

“Y’all niggas better find out who the fuck tryna rob me,” I snapped. “I don’t care what y’all gotta do. Get it done. If you hear some shit, don’t tell nobody but ME or ZO!”

“Yeah, boss,” Julio said.

“We got you,” Antoine added.

Everyone else murmured their agreement, but I could tell they were all on edge. Nobody wanted to be suspected. Nobody wanted to be the one I came for.

“Aight,” I said. “I ain’t got shit else to say. Ya’ll get the fuck outta here.”

The room started to clear out, soldiers heading to their cars and back to their posts. Kenzo and I stayed behind.

When it was just the two of us, Kenzo leaned against the wall and smirked. “Yo,” he said. “I gotta say,bro... I see why you wifing Indie up.”

I shot him a look. “The fuck you talking about?”

“That ass, nigga,” Kenzo said, laughing. “She was throwing it in a circle yesterday. Shit had me weak.”

I felt my jaw tighten, my hand instinctively going to my waistband where my gun was tucked.

“You got about two seconds to shut the fuck up before I push yo’ shit back,” I said, my voice low and deadly.

Kenzo threw his hands up, still laughing.

“Relax, bro. I’m just saying. You got a good one.”

I glared at him. Any other nigga would’ve been dead for talking about Indie like that. But Kenzo was like my brother. The only person who could get away with saying outlandish shit and live to tell about it.

“Watch yo’ mouth,” I said.

“Aight, aight,” Kenzo said, still grinning. “But yo, speaking of good ones... Aurora got some good pussy, bro. I’m tryna hit that on the regular.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” Kenzo said. “I might claim her the way you claimed Indie. Make it official. Might even throw a barbecue my damn self.”

I chuckled, shaking my head.

“You silly as hell, nigga.”