Page 8 of Bullet

"Correction. I want you to close it. I'm still on your ass after the almost war you could've caused because of the beating you gave Tyrese's soft ass. Now, are we clear?"

"Crystal clear." I hoped he didn't hear about last night's ass whoopin' I handed out.

"Good. Moving on. Now, for the next order of business, let's talk about the expansion of our MC. We have a lot of new recruits, and we can use the extra space next door. There's only one problem."

"What's that?" I questioned with merged brows.

"My registrar connect in the mayor's office told me that the Views bitch asses plan to bid for the space as well," Pops disclosed.

"Those muthafuckas!" Armor yelled and slammed his fists on the table.

"Now that's some petty shit. What the hell do they plan to do with the space?" Woady probed.

"Apparently, it makes for the perfect location for a daycare center," Pops stated and shook his head.

"Who in their right damn mind would put a daycare in the entertainment district, next to two MCs, a strip club, and a casino? I know the mayor ain't gon let that fly," Crome chimed in with an attitude.

Pops chuckled. "Money talks."

"So does sex." I looked at Woady.

Woady mugged me. "Fuck you lookin' at me for?"

I cleared my throat. "The mayor is a beautiful BBW. Now, you've always tried to hide your love for BBWs, but it's pointless because we all know, my nigga."

Crome and Armor laughed.

"And he ain't lying. Remember how Laila's daddy made him jump out the window when he was supposed to be in Sunday school with us?" Crome probed, laughing like a hyena. Armor joined in on his laughter.

Woady rolled his eyes. I knew he hated that memory because he had a deep gash over his eyes as a reminder.

"Crome, chill. I ain't say that to make fun of him. It's an opportunity for us. While Woady is wining, dining, and tattooing his name on her ass, she'll be more open to the bribe and us bidding and buying the building. She gettin' her own payout and consistent dick. Ain't no way this won't work out in our favor. What do you say, bro?"

We all looked at Woady. He exhaled and nodded. "What if I grow some feelings for her? I'm not sure if I'm the relationship type."

Armor snickered. "Yo' ass sounds soft as hell."

"Grow up! Ain't shit wrong with him expressing himself," I shot back.

Armor shook his head and called me a pussy under his breath. Oh well. He knew not to say that shit to my face. In the past four and a half years, I've grown bigger, meaner, and stronger. Two years ago, Armor and I had a big fight. Once liquor hits his system, his mouth is reckless as hell. That Julio hit his system, and he said Crystal had longed forgot about me and bounced on another nigga's dick. Why did he say that? The rage that lived in me fueled me to beat my own big brother like he was a stranger. I couldn't help it. The anger in me took over. It damn near took the whole crew to get me off his ass. After that, my brothers realized I was now the strongest and not to be fucked with.

"Anyway, ain't nobody saying you got to marry the lady, but if you want to get serious with her after we secure this deal, then by all means. Let's make sure we get this deal first. You agree or not?" I quizzed.

Woady nodded. "Hell, yeah, I'm in. Mayor Bishop is fine as hell."

"That's what we need to hear. Pops, you need to reach out to your connect in her office to get the mayor's schedule ASAP so that Woady can make his move," I voiced.

Our pops nodded with a smile. "Now that's fuckin' leadership right there. I'll get on it," he stated.

"Armor, you and Crome need to prepare our soldiers because I gotta feeling there will be a shit storm when we snatch that weapons contract from the Views and the storefront from them. We have gotta make sure all our security is amped up at all businesses, and everyone is always on point. They fuckin' snakes, so we need to be prepared for whatever."

"Real shit, though, Bullet. We got it handled," Armor expressed.

"Yes, sir," Crome agreed.

"Okay, cool. This meeting is adjourned." Pops banged his fake gavel. We all stood to leave, but he stopped me. "Bullet, stay back." He ushered for me to take a seat.

My brothers performed our brothers-in-arms coded greeting before exiting Pops' office.

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