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“You know who I am?” I asked looking out at the kids running back and forth waiting for some sort of instruction from their coach.Homeboy was busy right now.

“She sent you here?” he asked, like he was owed a fucking answer. He was lucky Adorie was in the stands because I would’ve stole his ass for answering a question with a question.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked again, damn sure not a fan if repeating myself.

“Ye..”

“Then you know I don’t fuck around, especially when it comes to mine.”

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the outfield. On the kids that were having a fucking ball.

“But she isn’t yours. She’s mine. Both of them are.” Now he chose to look at me. I could see the fear in his eyes though he tried his darndest to hide it.

I laughed. “You know what you want on that stone? All yo’ paperwork filled out?”

“What do you mea?—”

“You willing to die behind that shit you spewing out here? If you know of me, then you know I’ll have you casket ready by tonight while I eat dinner with my family.”My family. My woman. My kid.

“And what am I supposed to do? Just let you raise my daugh?—”

“You ain’t gonna let me do shit. Had you been a different type of nigga and been in her life, then we wouldn’t be here. Niggas would be able to co-exist, but you round here havinglosers regret ain’t what’s up. That being said, don’t think I won’t leave yo’ bitch a widow and yo’ kids fatherless. We got an understanding?”

He looked at me for a while before he nodded. “Yeah.”

ChapterEleven

Cartier -A Week Later

Niggas was dead asleep when I got the call that the mattress shop was lit up. The last thing I wanted was to climb out of bed with my baby mama, but I had to. Niggas had to get up and put work in to secure a future for me and mine. I’ll be damned if I allowed anybody to take that from me. Thankfully me and Jovie stayed in the city last night, so the drive wasn’t hours long. I pulled up at the same time as my brother, then I met him at his bumper.

“You know that nigga ain’t gonna move around gracefully.”

“Ain’t nothing about this graceful.” By now Trek was looking up at the damage of the store. Thank God our shipment went out two days ago and it wasn’t sitting in the basement. We would have been fucked.

“So, what are you saying?” my eyes left my brother and landed on the chard building, nearly drenched in water. Shit looked so bad, I just knew we’d have to change the shipment location.

He didn’t speak for a while, putting his fist to his lips, almost like he was the property assessor, checking out the damages. “He thinks we killed his brother.”

I nodded. “Might as well have.”

“Good morning gentlemen. I’m Detective Landing and this is my partner, Jones. We have a few questions for you.” I could hear the smugness in the detective’s voice before I turned around. Police didn’t like us too much and that was fine with me,considering I didn’t care much for their lazy asses either.

“Questions for what? Niggas just pulled up. What could he or I possibly know?”

He looked from me to my brother who had yet to pay either one of them a lick of attention. He was still in his head looking at the building.

“How there’s such a beef between yourself, the Ace Boys, and the Mafia boys. Who started it?” the female cop’s words made me look in her direction. She seemed to have done her homework even though she didn’t know shit.

I laughed, shaking my head at what she thought she knew. “A wa?—”

“Don’t matter what you think you know, Detective. Hell if anybody is at war, it should be y’all and the city. I hear the paychecks are lousy while y’all are out here jumping in front of bullets.” Cruz’s words from behind them made them turn their backs on me to face him.

Neither of them responded.

“But since we don’t want to be spreading everybody’s business out here, how ‘bout y’all go do y’all’s job and move the fuck around.”

“My job is right here, questioning scum abo—” she started, but her partner touched her shoulder.

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