Page 47 of Heart of a Savage
“Well, is it true?” Harvey asked.
“I don’t know, honestly. It could be possible, but I wasn’t trying to go there with her, man.”
“But you did, and now look at you,” Mike said, shaking his head.
“A’ight, Mike, chill on him. It seems like everybody’s hiding fiancées and baby mamas around here. What other surprises you niggas got?” I asked, looking at the three of them.
“Fuck what you talking about, Si. Let’s get down to the real reason we’re here tonight. I got some news on that shipment that was stolen.”
My ears perked up. “Spit it.”
“Well, the two men y’all had working for y’all is no longer breathing. Someone had the drop on the shipment and was able to get in undetected. I assume it was someone from the inside that gave the niggas access. So, I dug around a little more andcame across the name Jerrod Freeman. He’s a lieutenant from the Lo Rider gang. Y’all heard of them?”
“Yeah, the gang from Southwest,” I replied, rubbing my beard in deep thought.
The Lo Riders were one of our many competitors in the streets. The leader, Zo, and his brother, Mont, had been dealing in SW for years. Once my pops decided to move into their territory with the pills, it became an all-out war between my father’s street soldiers and the Lo Riders.
It went on for about a year before I convinced my pops to stand down and make them an offer. A deal was made that if we cut them five percent, they would allow us to continue business in that area. However, when Zo got locked up, Mont was requesting double of what we agreed to. Pops refused, and it seemed as if Mont didn’t fight him on it.
Now, I understood why he didn’t. The bitch nigga was plotting the whole time.
“Oh, that bum is done—him and his whole crew gotta go,” Moses declared.
“Facts. We gon’ need you on the backend, Si. Time to climb down from the corporate ladder, pop out, and show niggas why they used to call you, Murder Messiah.”
“Nah… We don’t get our hands dirty no more, Harv. I’ll get Rameek and Rafik on it,” I told them.
The treacherous twin brothers, who didn’t give a damn who the hit was placed on, joined our team five years ago. The niggas were ruthless, and once you gave them an order, it was best to stand clear of them.
“Damn… You really trying to take them niggas outout, huh?” Harvey asked.
“I knew Mont was going to be a problem when Pops refused to double the percentage. I won’t downplay the Lo Riders’ murdering skills, so calling up Rameek and Rafik is necessary.”
Mike nodded. “I agree.”
“Then it’s done. I’ll get the location on them and send it over to you, Si.”
“Man… after this, the street shit is done. I’ll make sure Pops understands the severity of this now that he’s stepping down. There’s no need for the street shit no more. If he still wants to continue the street business, then he needs to choose another successor that’s not related to us. I have a son, and possibly a niece or nephew on the way?—”
“Bullshit!” Moses yelled, and we all laughed.
“Well, whatever it may be, it’s time out for putting our lives at risk when we have two whole damn businesses making more money than we can do with. This shit is dead.”
“Thanks, brodie,” Mike said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “I didn’t want to be the one to step to Pops about it, but I’m tired of the street shit, for real.”
“I know it. That’s why I was going to holla at him long before this happened. But I got y’all—I always do.”
“We know it,” Mo said, holding up a shot for me.
I waved him off. “I’m cool on that tonight. Let’s go see some ass shake.”
“Since when are you into strippers?”
“I’m not, but since we’re here, we may as well indulge. I ain’t got shit else to do.”
I looked around the lounge, trying to see if I could spot Miss Mean Ass, but didn’t see her. I wondered if she was here tonight. I knew that if she was, she would make her presence known soon.
We walked to the other side of the club, and again, we were escorted to the VIP area. A waitress with a fat ass entered our space with two bottles of Dom and a bottle of Casamigos.
