Page 64 of Welcome to the Table
“Frenchy, Mancini, have a seat and let’s talk,” I said as they walked in with two other niggas that I didn’t recognize.
My mind went to Thiago, and I noticed that he wasn’t there, which raised a red flag, but I didn’t mention it. They moved as a unit, so that was a surprise. They took their seats, and I put the iPad on the floor beside it.
I pulled the folder from my briefcase and set it on the table, sliding it to Mancini. I knew he wouldn’t like the deal, but he didn’t have a choice. I already had the heads up on what the fuck they were trying to do. He carefully looked over the contract before his eyes met mine. Hellcat and Hollygrove had a copy too, and they smiled as they read it.
“Ten percent! What the fuck we supposed to do with that shit? You would profit from our product more than we will.”
I smiled because that was the point. I leaned forward in my chair with my elbows on the table.
“Seeing as though you have already started moving yo’ shit through my club without my permission, this is a favor, so you can work with us and not lose yo’ fucking life,” I told him. “Motherfuckers die for less than that, but I’ll take that as you didn’t know better and take a percentage off what the fuck you previously made,” I told him and watched his olive skin turn different shades of red. I didn’t give a fuck. My game. My rules.
Mancini smirked. “Don’t you have a fine ass lil sister who just touched down in New Orleans? She has grown quite a bit in the past years.”
The mention of my sister made the vein in my head thump, and I knew shit was about to go left. From my peripheral, I noticed Hollygrove’s chest heaving. That was a first. I ignored it.
“Do you want your fucking tongue to stay in your mouth?” I asked him and nodded toward Hellcat.
He pulled out his knife, swirling it around his finger. The men standing around him pulled their weapons just as we stood and returned the fucking favor.
“Don’t mention my fucking sister, motherfucker, unless you want this contract to be void, and I’ll have ICE escort y’all the fuck out of the United States. Don’t fuck with it.” I still had my gun raised along with Hollygrove, and Hellcat had his knife at Frenchy’s throat.
“Okay, let’s settle down and talk business like men,” Mancini said, but didn’t lower his gun.
“Put yo’ shit down and call off yo’ fucking dogs before it be a blood bath in this bitch. You want a seat at my fucking table, not the other way the fuck around, so I suggest you handle yourselves accordingly before I walk out this bitch and rip the contract up,” I told him.
He slowly lowered his gun and snapped his fingers. His dogs did the same. I nodded at Hellcat, and he let Frenchy’s scary ass go. The eyes never lied, and that dog thought he was dying today.Hellcat went back to his seat, and Hollygrove put his gun on the table.
“Don’t speak on my sister, nigga,” I told him, but he didn’t say shit.
Mancini went into his pocket and pulled out a device that looked like a camera. He set it on the table and slid it to me. I looked down and saw that it was a video of Melph with duct tape on his mouth, and he looked to be tied up. I wanted to air this bitch out, but I kept a stone face. I gave a half a smile, and Mancini spoke up.
“You see, this was all part of a bigger plan. If you want your father to stay safe, then this deal has to go my way.”
He was calling my bluff, but I wasn’t moved. They didn’t want a fucking war with Melph. That was a different level of monster. Hellcat grabbed the camera, looked at it, and laughed loud as fuck.
“You think we give a fuck about this shit? Because we don’t. Sign the fucking contract. This ain’t got nothing to do with Melph,” he said, sliding the camera back across the table. “Kill that nigga if you want to,” he said, laughing.
This nigga was saying too much. Mancini nodded at Frenchy. He grabbed the pen and went to the last page of the contract.
“Hold up. I got a surprise, and you gon like this shit,” Hellcat said, and I tried not to show my confusion.
I didn’t know what to expect from him. He got out of his seat and went to the door on the far-right side. One would have to know the structure to know that the door was there. I watched his every move. He put his finger on the machine to gain access, and the door opened. He walked in, grabbed something, and walked out.
I hung my head because this nigga was doing too fucking much. The female looked up, and our eyes met. My heart dropped. I couldn’t explain it, but she was fucking beautiful.Her eyes looked to be blue. Her naturally curly blond hair was in a messy bun, and she looked scared. She couldn’t scream. Her hands were handcuffed behind her as Hellcat dragged her toward the table. He was moving so fast that she couldn’t keep up. She looked like she had been to the club. She had on a sky-blue dress that barely covered her thick body. This woman had me in awe.
“How the fuck did you find my sister?!” Frenchy stood from his seat, and I followed.
“The same way yo’ paw found a way to call my father. I always thought this shit was a fucking setup because we are protected. You asked about my fucking sister, so I made sure we had yours. The only difference is, you will never have mine, nigga. Isn’t this shit amazing?” Hellcat laughed, and I knew this nigga had lost his mind.
I didn’t do kidnapping. He pulled her to my side, grabbed an extra chair, and sat her in it. Her body trembled in fear, but I wasn’t there to hurt her. Shit, I didn’t know why the fuck she was even here.
“Fair exchange no robberies, nigga. Now sign the contract,” hellcat said, and Frenchy hurried to sign it.
“And don’t worry. If she acts right, then she keeps her life because she is going with a fucking monster.”
Hellcat looked at me, and I knew what the fuck that meant. I kept my face straight. I was taught not to show emotion. That shit got me hurt, hence Klarity.
Mancini was itching to pull his gun. I noticed it and had to stop that shit quick, or everybody was gon’ die in this bitch.
