“Trust me, it’s coming soon. For right now, I want eyes on him and whatever operation he’s trying to build. We needto see who he has on his team so we can take those disloyal motherfuckers out, too. But, more importantly, we need to make sure his ass isn’t working with the feds.”
Choking on the blunt he was smoking, he asked, “Nah, you think he really went fed? That’s some crazy shit. I know that nigga wants what he thinks he had before he got locked up, but fed? That’s crazy.”
“I’m not saying he did, but some shit about his release just ain’t sitting right with me. From what I was able to find out, his ass should be doing at least ten more years. Have you ever known a nigga to get out of prison ten years early without the help of the feds?”
“Nah, not in this lifetime.”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding my head.
The younger and wilder version of me would’ve already taken Ethan out. I had eyes on his old ass and knew exactly when and where to touch him. However, the older version of me, with a lot of shit to lose, wasn’t moving just off emotion. Emotion would get you caught up or killed in this life that I lived, and I still had a lot of shit that I wanted to make happen. And I would be damned if I let a motherfucker like Ethan be the downfall of everything that I’d built.
Times like this did make me sometimes consider getting out of the game and handing shit over to Mitch. While I was detached from the day-to-day for the most part, I still walked around with a big ass target on my back. And anybody who was anybody knew who I was and what I was capable of. The problem was that I hadn’t known a life without drugs since I was about ten years old. I didn’t know if I had it in me to walk away, especially because I had such a good setup. This was the first time in years that I had to take off the suit and step back into this world in the capacity that Ethan was forcing me to do so.
“Well, just let me know how we’re going to move. I’m ready to send that nigga away for good whenever you are. In the meantime, what do you want to do with these two motherfuckers?” He asked, turning to Carl and Johnny.
We knew their asses were up to no good, and sure enough, they were. Ethan had managed to hit a couple of the smaller trap houses that we had, and for a few days, I couldn’t figure out how the fuck he managed to do that. But once I started watching the motherfuckers on our team, Carl and Johnny’s asses had red flags all around their asses. Their disloyalty came with a death sentence, and today was the day they paid that price.
“Shit, kill ‘em and have them delivered to that little trap Ethan’s ass has set up. Make sure it’s discreet in case the feds are watching him. Put their asses in a box or something. Chop them up, just do whatever needs to be done to get them where they need to go.”
“Come on, you can’t do that to us, Sincere,” Carl cried.
Turning toward his bitch-ass, I asked, “And why the fuck can’t I? You helped another nigga take from me. That’s an offense punishable by death.”
“He told us we didn’t have a choice, man. We’re just out here trying to make it, like y’all did.”
“Nah, you’re nothing like us. I would’ve died before I became a disloyal motherfucker.”
“Indeed,” Mitch said, nodding his head.
“Let us make it up to you. We can tell you what that nigga has going on,” Johnny said.
“Nah, I’m good. See you two motherfuckers in hell,” I said, raising my gun and shooting them both in both of their eyes and twice in the chest.
“Get them where they need to be.”
“I got you. What are you about to get into?”
“I gotta head to the office. But before I do that, I’m going to pop up on that nigga and let him know that he can be touched whenever and wherever I want him to be.”
“You need me to ride with you?”
“Nah, I got it.”
“Alright, well hit me up if you need me,” he said, dapping me up as I left the warehouse.
Pulling up to the restaurant where Ethan was having lunch, I coached myself to calm down. I wasn’t here to kill this nigga, even though I truly wanted to do so. However, since I didn’t know how he managed to get out of prison ten years earlier than he should’ve, I had to move smarter than my emotions.
“What the fuck?” He asked, jumping in his seat like a bitch. Prison had made his ass softer and dumber.
Even though that nigga played no part in making me the man that I was today, I wouldn’t take away from who Ethan was in the streets before he got knocked. His ass was a big deal back in his day. He just didn’t have as much pull as I did. If he hadn’t gone to prison, I would’ve allowed his ungrateful ass to be on my team. But the nigga sitting in front of me was now a disgrace.
“What the fuck are you jumping like a bitch for? I told your ass that you could always be touched. What? You thought I was joking with your old ass?”
“Nigga ain’t nobody jump,” he said, straightening out his clothes. Apparently, his ass was now a liar, too.
“If you say so. So, what’s your beef with me, Ethan? You would’ve thought that a nigga who got ten years shaved off his bid would’ve been focused on turning their life around and doing the right thing when they got out. But nope, not you. You want to get out, starting drama, and playing a game that we both know you’re not capable of winning.”
“Yet.”