Page 221 of 4 Corinthians

"The fuck y'all doing in my house?" Buckee said. He looked between the three of us.

"At least he doesn't seem scared," Hood chuckled, then pushed his gun into the back of Buckee's head. "Doesn't make him too smart though."

"The fuck I gotta be scared for?" Buckee asked. "Y'all niggas bleed and hurt just like me. Ain't no reason to fear y'all."

"You almost got it right," I replied. I pulled the coffee table from the middle of the room in front of Buckee, then sat. "We all bleed, but only y'all feel pain. Me and him don't." I pointed at Unc.

Buckee's brow went up, then he smiled. "You that nigga son," he said, then nodded. "I heard about you. Did all that fighting and shit as kids. Couldn't handle it. Got your ass beat one too many times, but that bitch."

I grabbed Buckee's right hand and bent it backward until I heard it snap. Buckee yelled in pain and grabbed it with his free hand.

"Disrespect my wife again and I'll break every bone in your body one by one while you're alive," I stood and yelled. "Do you hear me?" I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed. "Do you hear me! Never disrespect my fucking wife again!"

"You're going to kill him before he gets a chance to answer," Unc said.

I squeezed until Buckee's eyes started rolling into the back of his head, then let go. I sat back on the table while he gasped for air and held his broken wrist.

"My wife is off limits," I calmly told him. "Do you understand?" My brows went up when he didn't answer, so I reached for his other hand.

"Yeah," he grunted as he moved away.

"Say it."

"Your wife is off limits," he said.

I nodded then smirked. "Now explain to me why you thought it was a good idea for you to watch Robert rape my wife."

"I didn't," he denied.

"You did."

Buckee shook his head. "I didn't, I ain't ever been around when he raped no bitch," he insisted. I stood, and he held up his uninjured hand. "Wait, nigga. I ain't lying! I been around before or even after, but never during."

"Do you know who my wife is?"

"Nah, but it doesn’t matter, " he insisted. "I know what the fuck I be doing. I ain't around when no nigga is with a bitch." I pointed to Missy, still passed out on the floor. "That nigga dick don’t work! He always finds a reason not to fuck on them."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Wake that nigga up and ask him," he said. "I’m telling you his dick don’t work."

"So, you are saying you're innocent in all this?" I asked. "You expect me to think that your name would be given to me by my brother and that you're innocent?"

"Your brother is Trey, right? That nigga other son?"

"Yeah."

"I only been around that nigga a few times, years ago," Buckee said. "The last time was when Robert had the doctor put nut in that girl. The one Robert is obsessed with." He nodded. "Robert can't get his dick up either. His wife always fucking on niggas that work for him and shit. She done got a few of them killed.”

The room went quiet, and my breathing changed. What the fuck was he talking about? What doctor? His wife? My mama was fucking on niggas? None of that shit made sense.

"My wife was inseminated?" I asked him.

“What the fuck is that?” Buckee asked.

“You said that he had a doctor there; the doctor inseminated my wife with Robert’s sperm.”

"That girl is your wife? The one Robert’s obsessed with?" He asked. Surprise was written all over his face. "You niggas really share like that? I ain't fuckin’ no bitch that nigga has touched. Ever."