I lowkey expected that kind of shit from him, so I was able to dodge it, and I tackled his ass, going for his legs, slamming him down to the ground, and right here in this room, we threw down like we were two strangers.
He was strapped with a gun, and I was strapped with one too. My hands were just as much of a weapon as my gun was, so I didn’t even have to reach for it. I could feel my glasses slipping off my face, so mid fight, I tried to take them off, and that’s when this nigga was able to reach at his waist, get a hold of his gun, and I fought with him, trying to get that shit out of his hand. Diego ended up coming over, and he was able to stomp this nigga, leaving Mook with no choice but to drop the gun, and Diego picked it up off the floor. Kendrick, and Bray were able to get me off him.
“Hand over your motha fuckin keys nigga!” I was out of breath, roaring, looking down at him as he was leaking in blood.
“What the fuck you got going on, Dolo? A nigga make one mistake out of all the years that we’ve been making money, and working together, and just that fast, you going to let me go? How the fuck I’m supposed to eat, if you taking me away from the business? At least suspend a nigga or something. Lower my position, but don’t just get rid of me altogether. I get that what I did was wrong. I’ll take full accountability for that. Come on, Dolo! What the fuck, man!” now this nigga wanted to break. He had just been talking all this shit, now all of a sudden, once he saw how serious this was getting, he wanted to beg and plead for his spot back.
“Nah man. This shit ain’t up for discussion anymore. The second you stole from me, you already gave away your position. I can see that you not going to willingly give up yours keys. Russell, and Tee. Come get this niggas keys off him,” I demanded, turning my head to the big ass security officers that were in here.
Each of them walked over, and Russell sat his big ass AK- 47 on the table, and he was the one to walk over to Mook, while Tee stood over Mook with the gun pointed at him, itching for that nigga to make a wrong move, so that he could blow his head off.
Russell went in each of Mook’s pockets until he found the keys that he was looking for. Those keys opened just about every door at this warehouse. Russell grabbed the keys from him, and he tossed them over to me, where I stuffed them in my pocket. Russell tried to reach over, and pick Mook up from the floor, but that nigga started wilding.
“Don’t touch me, motha fucka! I don’t need ya’ll niggas to touch me. Get the fuck off me. I can stand up on my own!” Mook roared, struggling a little bit to get up. It took a couple of tries, but he eventually got up on his feet, and when he did, he limped his ass over to us.
“I was always the outcast in this group. Say what you want, but I know if it was Bray, Kendrick, or Diego that had done this, you wouldn’t have gotten rid of any of them. You let Diego get away with murder. I remember he used to have his hoes and shit in the trap. Sloppy ass nigga stopped to go fuck a bitch one time and he had work in his trunk. What about Kendrick, and Bray? All the times these niggas pulled up to meetings late because they were out with bitches, or hungover from the night before. You was looking for a reason to get rid of me man. Fuck you and fuck the whole MBM. Even though this shit is hurting me, I’ll be damned if I stand here and beg a nigga for my spot back. Fuck you. I guess you can say we enemies now,” he let me know, and I nodded my head.
“I wouldn’t expect us to be anything else,” I left it at that, and then Russell, and Tee escorted his ass out of the room.
Yes, there was a time when my little brother was sloppy. You know how many times over the years I had to put my foot in Diego’s ass, strip him of all his positions, and to humiliate him, I would put that nigga out on the block, and make him be a corner boy. I didn’t allow Diego to slack off, just because he was my brother. If anything, I was harder on him because we shared the same blood, and it’s a level of respect that he’s supposed tohave for me, compared to anyone else. Diego never crossed me though. He never stole from me. Kendrick, and Bray have done their fair share of shit in the business to fuck up too, but nothing that was worth me letting them go. Mook was trying to make this seem like this was the one thing that he’s ever did, and I got rid of him for it. That nigga has fucked up plenty, but with my big heart when it came to my brothers, I never got rid of him.
“I still think you should have killed that nigga,” Diego said to me, once it was just the four of us left in the room.
“Mook not a threat to me. I just stripped that nigga of everything that he has. Fuck him. This consequence is worse than death,” I let my brother know. Bray and Kendrick nodded their heads because they were able to see where I was coming from.
“Bray and Kendrick, ya’ll can finish holding shit down over here. Diego, head back to the trap. I’m about to take Riot with me. Handle some more business,” I let each of them know how I wanted the rest of the night to look. We shook on it, and then we split up.
Before I got Riot, I walked out, going for the restroom. I needed to wash my hands. I had that nigga’s blood all on my fist. Once I was done with that, I dried my hands off with paper towel, and I glared at myself in the mirror. You would have thought that I’d just finished fighting with a bitch because there were scratches on my face. With the damp paper towel in my hand, I was able to wipe off the blood from the scratches, and once everything looked good, I left out of the restroom.
I headed back into the inventory room, and when I walked in, Riot wasn’t working in her own little section like she always was. Instead, she was standing amongst the rest of the group, and Kendrick was talking to them. She stuck around to hear what he had to say, and the moment she turned, saw me, I motioned forher to come on. She put her finger up, telling me to wait, and I did.
I watched her as she went back over to her section where she was working, and she put everything back. There was a sink in the back of the room, so she walked over there, washed her hands, and she made it over to me. The second she got close enough, she tilted her head to the side, and I could tell that her eyes were zoomed in on my scratches.
“What happened to your face? That wasn’t there when you were just in here with me,” she called out.
“Nah. I’ll let you know in the car. You ready? You gotta pee or anything before we go?” I asked.
She told me that she was fine, so I was able to open the door for her, allow her to walk out, and then I walked out afterwards. Russell was back guarding the door from the inside, so I shook it up with him, letting him know that I was out of here for the night.
When we made it outside, Tee was back out front, guarding the warehouse from the outside. I shook it up with him as well, letting him know that I was leaving too. I opened the passenger side door for Riot, where she hopped in, and then I closed the door behind her.
I jumped in as well, removing my gun, sitting it in the cup holder, and I started the car up, allowing it to rumble. From there, I pulled out.
“Who scratched your face up like that?” she asked that shit the second I started pulling out of the parking spot.
You heard it in her voice that she was ready to fuck some shit up behind somebody marking my face up. I could tell by her body language. She was turned in her seat, with her back posted against the door, and her arms were crossed.
“I had to get rid of Mook,” I let her know.
“Really? That’s what the meeting was about? What did he do?” she inquired.
“You were right about that shit with the baggies. Remember the inconsistencies you brought up to me a while back? I didn’t tell nobody this, but I snuck and put cameras in there. Caught that nigga red handed sniffing coke, taking the product out of the baggies, and putting it in a big ass zip-loc bag that he came into the room with. He didn’t take it well. Lunged at me, so I beat his ass,” I said, rolling the window down for a second, so that I could talk to another security that I had posted at the entrance of the road that led to my warehouse.
My warehouse was literally in the middle of nowhere. You had to take a long dirt road to get back here. Ever since that shit happened where a nigga was able to get close to Riot at the back of the warehouse, I upped the security, so there was someone sitting out front, parked in a black truck. Nigga had strict instructions to blow anybody’s head off that didn’t have any business being over here.
“I’m gone for the night man. You good?” I asked Titan, who was posted up in his truck.
“Alright Dolo. I’m good. Enjoy your night man,” Titan let me know, and I wished him the same thing, and then pulled off.