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“Bitch ass nigga snaked me.”

Fari laughed. “Nah, I clocked you in yo’ shit in yo’ face.”

Aylo shook his head. “Niggas beefing with me over a bitch I could’ve ben fu—” The rest of that sentence was halted by the contact that Trek’s fist made with his jaw.” Shitwas like something out of a movie because I could’ve sworn I saw that nigga’s face rearrange.

“You already about to die, tread lightly before I make that shit last all night. Fucking around with me you won’t rest peacefully at all.” Fari’s tone was icy as fuck.

Aylo spit blood from his mouth, before looking up at my brother. I could see the hate in this nigga’s eyes. he hated Trek with everything in him, and that shit had nothing to do with Vee, and everything to do with the fact that he lacked something in himself.

“I ain’t telling y’all niggas shi—” Trek vented his brain before he could even finish his sentence. We didn’t wanna know shit, his time on this earth had just expired.

“Damn, I wanted to know what he was about to say.” Cruz’s voice filled the space.

“Welp. Somebody wanna wake this motherfucker up?” Trek was over all of this, I could tell.

Fari didn’t utter a word, he just swung that bar in his hand as he made sure to make contact with Archie’s knee. I knew I heard something crack, before his agony filled scream filled the room.

Then when he realized he wasn’t alone and this was no nightmare, he looked us all over before his eyes got stuck on Trek. What the fuck did my brother do to these niggas for them to hate him like this? His eyes held the same hate as Aylo’s. Then again Trek did kill the love of this nigga’s life, so I guess his hate was warranted. Then again maybe not because they came after him. Wasn’t his fault he got hip to it and she caught a bullet.

“I am a federal agent, you think you can just kill me?” he asked, eyes still trained on Trek.

Laughter expelled from my brother’s lungs. “Won’t be the first and damn sure won’t be the last.”

“You evil piece of shi—” Another sentence ended by my brother’s pistol and a loud bang.

“Tired of hearing niggas talk. All these niggas do is talk and wolf.” He shook his head, ranting to no one in particular. “What happened to the niggas that was ‘bout it ‘bout it?”

“Dying breed.” Cruz shrugged.

“Sure is,” Fari responded, walking the room and loosening the tarp that had been lain flat against the floor for the mess he knew would be made here.

“We’ll move everything to that warehouse you just got up and running on Lake while repairs on the shop take however long. That way we can take on a lil’ bit more to cover the extra territory we’re about to have. Somebody let Ayce know that the Mafia boys don’t have territory no more, he can move in on that shit and corner it before somebody else calls themselves king of the streets.”

“Bet.”

When I made it home to my baby, a nigga just wanted to crawl into bed and pull her body into mine. I did just that after showering to get all that fucking death off me. Didn’t take long before I was climbing into the bed and pulling her as close as possible. No matter how sleep she was, she woke up when she felt me near.

“You good, baby?” she asked sleepily, hand covering mine on her belly.

“Mhmm. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you rushed out of here mumbling and cursing. Then now you’re bac—” she started, not moving, or turning around to look my way.

“I’m straight and things are handled. We’re all straight.” Then I kissed the back of her head, which happened to be her hair bonnet that reeked of the rosemary oil she used to oil her scalp every night.

“Okay.” I knew she’d have questions in the morning but for now I was grateful for her state of sleep. Grateful that I’d have time to come down off everything that had taken place tonight.

“Jo.”

“Hmm?” she answered.

“I love you baby.” The words that had been begging to be said slippedfrom my lips.

“I love you too.”

Virtue

When I opened my eyes, he was lying next to me with his head in the crook of his elbow. I wanted to wake him and ask him if he was fine, but I didn’t. I let him sleep. Whatever happened last night had to be serious. Not only was his conversation loud enough to wake me up, but it was enough to have him up and out of the door at three in the morning. I tried not to worry, but I was completely unsuccessful in that endeavor. I worried most of the morning, before the fact that I was dead tire took over my body. I couldn’t help it, I passed out and now here I was awake wondering if I should go make him breakfast or stay here and push out a few more hours of sleep. With how tired I’d ben lately I could have, but it didn’t feel right. Just because I was off work and Adorie was with my mother didn’t mean I was permitted to lay-up and do absolutely nothing.

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