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“I knew yo’ ass wasn’t even gon’ touch a bitch in the club last night because of your precious Klarity. I just wanted you to loosen up a little and have fun. Her ass always wanna stay at home and be a homebody, and you're turning into her, but I wanted my brother to enjoy himself.” This nigga was beating around the fucking bush like he always did to avoid telling the entire truth.

There was some truth in what he said, but I wouldn’t let him know that. I loved to stay inside, lying up under my girl’s butt cheeks. I was safer there, and he would never understand that because he wasn’t me.

“You still didn’t answer my question. What the fuck did you put in my drink, nigga? And don’t lie.” I was getting mad. I didn’t like it when I wasn’t in control of my actions. Shit could have gone all the way left last night.” My hand started to twitch, and I was about to hang up on his bitch ass. Hellcat always thought shit was a joke.

“Nigga, calm down. When you left to go to the bathroom, I set everything up. I knew the bitches whose names are Kenya and Sassy, and I told them to show you a good time. I had them checked out, so I knew they were good. I slipped a sprinkle of rocket fuel in yo’ drink and waited for yo’ ass to come back. You didn’t notice and finished yo’ drink. The shit started to work quicker than I thought. I had the girls and our security team take you to the truck and drive to your penthouse. They were paid for their services,” he said, like I wasn’t in a whole ass relationship.

“The fuck you mean, calm down? Nigga, you drugged me, and you think that shit cool? You better hope I don’t make yo’ head taco meat for fucking playing with me like that.”

Hellcat laughed, further pissing me off. He knew I operated at a certain standard, and this shit was out of line. Certain things, I just didn’t fucking do because of who I was.

“Nigga, I know you love Klarity and all, but you are always so uptight, and shit, I wanted you to have fun without thinking about what the fuck Melph wanted you to do, and Klarity worried about where you at and clocking your moves. I even turned your fucking location off, so you could really enjoy yourself. All you do is cater to Melph and fucking Klarity when they both don’t deserve that shit. When you run back to her, don’t explain shit because you a grown fucking man and ain’t gotta explain shit.” His laugh turned into a growl.

This nigga was crazy. My other line beeped, and I just knew it was Klarity before I pulled the phone away from my ear. To my surprise, it was Melph.

“Stop worrying about how I live my life and my relationship. I don’t live wild and free like you, nigga. I live a peaceful life, and you will drag me into your world. That’s your life, not mine.”

I was angry. Hellcat knew I didn’t do hardcore drugs. Weed and a little drink were all I ever did. Disappointment ran through my veins as I continued to talk to him.

“Speak of the fucking devil, you talked this nigga up. Yo’ paw on my other line,” I told him and chuckled.

“Chime that nigga in. I wanna hear what he gotta say. Just in case that nigga got something to say about me,” Hellcat said.

I merged the calls, and Melph’s voice came booming in my ear.

“Calliope, where the fuck have you been!? I have been trying to reach you all night, and your mother is fucking worried. Nigga, how you turn yo’ fucking phone off and know we got business to discuss? I see the fucking games you like to play when you in the fucking city, but that ain’t gon’ work for me.” He tried to continue his rant, but I stopped him. Hellcat must have muted his phone because I didn’t even hear that nigga breathing.

I pinched the bridge of my nose because I knew he was gon’ be on some bullshit when I did talk to him. I knew my duties as an underboss, and I took them very seriously.

“It doesn’t matter where the fuck I was. I didn’t die, and nothing is out of fucking place, so calm yo’ fucking voice.” I didn’t give a fuck that he was my father. You had to give respect to fucking get it. He grew silent, and I knew I had him. His breath hitched.

In and out.

Heavy and dragged.

He wanted to say more, but my mother had to be in close proximity, and he knew not to get too stupid when it came to talking to me reckless in front of her.

“Look, I was worried, son, and so was your mother. Hellcat wasn’t answering the phone either, so me and your mother were worried.” His voice went down a whole lot of notches, but I knew it was bullshit. Athena was worried, but not him. I knew my father like I knew myself.

We didn’t have the typical father-son relationship. Well, we had it, but to a certain extent. He didn’t really love out loud. He was proud if the pickups were on time, and if they weren’t, we had to kill someone. That’s the shit he loved us for. Athena was a mom’s mom. She loved on us out loud and behind closed doors, but don’t cross her because she was just as ruthless as we were. Athena wouldn’t hesitate to put a nigga or bitch on their ass. She loved us like a mother loves her sons. She didn’t let the shit we did affect our relationship with each other. Melph talked to me like I was that same little boy who shot that woman years ago, but I was a far cry from that. I would push his shit back if shit got out of control. I didn’t tolerate disrespect on any level, and he knew that.

“Nah, talk yo’ shit like you was when you first picked up the fucking phone. Don’t switch up now that Athena is close to yo’ ass.” Hellcat finally made his presence known.

The phone grew silent.

“This is how we conduct business now? Females cackling on three-way. What the fuck is going on? He been on the phone the entire time?” He asked question after question.

“Nigga, we ain’t bitches on the phone. Yo’ bitch ass just happened to call when I was talking to my big brother, and I told him don’t disconnect us, but to chime you in. I can’t handle being on the phone with you alone. Everything ain’t about fucking business. We are regular fucking people who have regular conversations,” Hellcat yelled.

I hated the relationship they had, but that was on them. At the end of the day, the fucking day had to end, and I would always choose my fucking brother and mother.

“You think you so fucking smart and running around the fucking city like you ain’t got a care in the world. We are elite, son, and all eyes are always on us, and I don’t think you realize that. What happened last night should not have fucking happened.” He was trying to lay the law down, but I knew Hellcat didn’t give one fuck about what he was saying. “What if something worse had happened because of your dumb antics?” I knew Hellcat was about to cause hell.

“Whatever happened last night fucking happened, and nobody got hurt. I made sure of that, so stop underestimating me and my ability to protect my fucking brother. It happened, and everybody is okay. Nobody got killed, and I didn’t kill anybody, so what the fuck are we really talking about?” Hellcat yelled.

I knew he was pissed, and shit was about to go left.

“I didn’t call for all that. I know there is a big second line that way today, and I want y’all to show them who the fuckingBlack Guerrilla Mafia is. Pull out y’all nicest shit and stunt like y’all daddy. Then, we have a meeting to discuss business. I need y’all on time and dressed to impress. It’s time to sit at the table and talk. Plus, your sister is coming home, and she needs to hear this also.” When he mentioned Jaci, my antennas went up. She was never brought to this side of our lives, so this shit had to be serious. She was trained to defend herself, but not to the magnitude that we were.