Page 81 of Honey's Special Roux

“I’m not gon’ hold you. Hell yeah. Why’d he mention him if he didn’t know anything? I was gon’ let good ol’ Chandler become a distant memory, but what’s better than killing two bitches with one bullet?”

TK shook his head. “You are a crazy ass mothafucka.”

“Been that way my whole life.”

Before TK could respond, my phone rang.

“Let me get this.”

I stood up and answered the phone. My mood instantly got better at the sight of my son.

“Hi!” Quis screamed into the phone.

“Hey, Quis. What’s up, big man?”

“Can you come over today? I made a new friend today, and we made slime. I want to show you how we did it so we can make even more slime.” Quis spoke so animatedly about his new activity.

“Wow. That’s really cool,” I replied in a tone that matched his.

“Can you come over right now?”

“I can’t come over right now, but I’ll make sure I come over as soon as I finish what I had planned today.”

“Okay.” Quis was content with the response I’d given him. He said goodbye before he passed the phone to Honey.

“What are you doing? Where are you at?” she asked.

“Yo, Marq. The connect sent the lo. It’s a green light on the mission.” TK stated as he held his phone up to show me the pin on Quintin’s location.

I nodded. “I got to go?—”

“Are you with TK from back in the day? What the hell are the two of you doing?”

I licked my lips. I was never the type of man to lie to her about what I did in the streets, so I stated the truth. “I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

The light in her eyes dimmed as she pursed her lips together. She censored her words from her original reaction. “I don’t want to know what you’re doing, but I will say this. If you’re back in that street shit, you can kiss your relationship with Quis goodbye. I do not want him to know a father in and out of prison. I do not want him to know somethugass nigga who can’t stay out of trouble.”

“Honey—”

Click.

The line went dead. I was in too deep. There were principles to uphold, and I’d be damned if I let a young nigga get away with that disrespectful shit.

* * *

“Three… Two… One.”

BOOM!

On my countdown, we busted into Quintin’s home. We wore gloves and masks to keep from being identified. We stormed in two deep and held Quintin at gunpoint. He was alone, so we thought.

“Man, what the fuck?” Quintin cursed.

“Surprise, mothafucka.” I pistol-whipped his ass, and his lip busted open from the force of the attack.

“M-Marq?”

“Don’ sound so surprised, bitch. You were the big bad wolf on social media. Keep that same mothafuckin energy. You the snitching ass bitch who got me caught up in the system?”

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