“From what I know, we all got hit after making our pickups tonight, boss. I can’t speak for everyone else, but when I left from my pickup as I normally do, niggas were out there waiting for me. I tried to reach for my gun, but there were too many of them. They snatched the shit and took off. I called y’all as soon as they were gone,” one of my men said.
I’d already checked all the recordings, and he was telling the truth. Trying to pull his gun on them would’ve been a suicide mission. What wasn’t making sense to me was that from what I could tell, all of them were hit the same way. And to some, that would’ve just been a coincidence. But to me, it was more than that. For them to have something like that planned, someone who worked for me would’ve had to tell them how shit worked for them to plan shit so flawlessly the way they did.
“Who did those motherfuckers work for?” I asked, still pacing the room.
“From what I was able to find out, Ethan,” Mitch said.
Sucking my teeth, I nodded my head. That nigga was about to have to see me. I had been doing my best to let that motherfucker make it and live, but he wanted to play with death, and I was about to let that nigga win the prize he’d been hoping for. I still had to get to the bottom of what was going on with my team, and who was working with that nigga, but forright now, I needed to let that nigga know that he had fucked up.
“Let’s ride,” I said to no one in particular.
However, everyone moved behind me. I heard someone breathe what sounded like a sigh of relief, and I was going to make myself a mental note to figure out who the fuck it was. That was going to be the next nigga on my hit list. But I could handle that later. Right now, seeing Ethan was my only focus. That motherfucker was so hellbent on getting my attention, and now he was about to get it. I just knew he wasn’t going to like it once he had it.
It took us about thirty minutes to get to where we assumed Ethan lay his head at night. He wasn’t there, which wasn’t surprising, but the bitch he was fucking, and a couple of his cousins were, and they would have to do for sending that motherfucker a message. He could’ve come to me and talked to me like a man, but nope, he wanted to be on some bitch shit. Now, that nigga wasn’t getting any of my time unless I wanted to give it to him, and that shit wasn’t going to happen any time soon. We could sit down and talk when I fucking felt like it.
Not being able to put my hands on Ethan or my product and money still pissed me the fuck off. I wouldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t about the money, because it was always about the money when it came to me and the business that I was in. But the truth was that I didn’t like being disrespected. And that motherfucker had disrespected me in a major way. One thing I knew about Ethan, though, was that he was going to show his face eventually. He was a nigga who liked attention, and that was where we differed.
I had been havinga good time in the club until whoever the nigga was that was standing in front of me decided that he wanted to pull his gun. I hated when a nigga pulled his gun and stalled. If you were going to pull your shit, then shoot it, and be done with it. But nope, I could tell that this nigga had a whole little speech in his head that he wanted to get out.
After making sure that Kenedi and her friends were escorted out of the club safely, I turned my attention back to the man standing in front of me. I was pleasantly surprised when I stepped inside and saw her, and while I had planned on talking to her longer, when I peeped the nigga standing in front of me and the few niggas with him watching me like a hawk, I decided against it. I knew that she wouldn’t be staying too much longer. So, although talking to her outside of work would’ve been a good time, business needed to be handled first.
“Am I supposed to know who the fuck you are and why you got that shit in my face?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
I knew this nigga wasn’t sent here to kill me. If he wanted to do that, he would’ve already pulled the trigger. Well, at least that was what I would’ve done. I didn’t do too much talking and shit when business needed to be handled.
“You might not know who I am, but I’m sure you know who the fuck I work for,” this nigga said, trying to sound tougher than we both knew he was.
“And that would be who exactly?” I asked, rolling my hand for him to continue.
The frustration on his face because our conversation wasn’t going the way he wanted it to was comical, but I kept mycomposure. I was genuinely interested in hearing what this nigga had to say before he took his last breath.
“Ethan, motherfucker. I know you’re trying to play dumb since we took your shit earlier. But you’re foul as fuck for bringing his people into this. That shit was business, but you made it personal.”
Laughing, I stepped closer to the nigga, causing him to lower his gun because the shit wasn’t going through my head, and his bitch ass wasn’t pulling the trigger, so he didn’t really have any other option. As I stood there thinking about whether I wanted to knock this nigga out or shed some light for him, I watched him and how he handled our interaction. Ethan had really slipped on his game if he thought sending this nigga in here to do his job was a smart decision.
“So, let me get this straight. You just admitted to robbing me, and then you laid all your cards out there by telling me about his people. And, if that’s not enough, do you really want to work for a man who would let some shit, as you claim, happen to his people and not come get his own retaliation back in blood? Did I miss anything? Or am I not hearing you correctly?”
I gave his stupid ass a couple of minutes to think about what the fuck I just said, and I could see the wheels beginning to turn. I didn’t know anybody who was really about their shit that would send another nigga in to handle business, or whatever the fuck he was supposed to be doing, after someone took out their family. Or hell, disrespected them in any major way. Just as I didn’t send anybody to that niggas house. I went to handle that shit by myself because, as a man, some things were best handled with your own two hands.
“Nah, he just doesn’t have time to waste on a motherfucker like you.”
“Nigga, you don’t even believe that shit. Anyway, where that nigga at? I need to go handle him, too,” I said, smirking. Littledid his ass know, though, that he was first to handle on my list since he was standing right in front of me.
“You’re not handling shit. You ready to die nigga? I’m not with all this talking shit.”
“Apparently, your ass ain’t with too much thinking either. But, yeah, I’m always ready to die. It’s a part of life. I just know that I won’t be dying by your hands, my nigga,” I said, realizing that I’d had enough of the conversation with his ass.
From the look in his eyes, he had finally realized that if anybody was going to die tonight, it was going to be him. However, he didn’t have time to make shit right with his creator before I snatched his soul from him. As he went to raise his gun again, Silas was already ready to snatch that shit out of his hand. And before he could even prepare to fight for his life, I had my shit out, aimed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.
“I thought you didn’t have these kinds of problems anymore?” Silas asked, shaking his head as we both stepped to the side and his cleanup crew went to work.
“Shit, I didn’t until Ethan’s bitch ass got out of prison.”
“Ethan? I thought that motherfucker was still in prison. How the fuck did he get out so damn early?”
“Shit, that’s a question that really needs a fucking answer. But you already know that I’m going to get to the bottom of the shit sooner rather than later.”
“Indeed. You think he’s going to be a big problem? I know you two got history, but from what I’m seeing, that motherfucker is moving foul.”