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Wani didn’t stop until we reached the back.

The Domain Room.

A private space most folks in this club didn’t even know existed.

Dim lighting. Dark wood paneling. One long leather sectional stretched across the wall with a round glass table dead center.

No cameras. No phones.

The staff already knew the rules—what happened in this room stayed in this room.

Wani waited until the door clicked shut behind us before speaking again.

“A’ight…” He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face like the liquor was just now starting to settle. “Now… what’s really goin’ on?”

His stare locked onto me—sharp… expectant…

And just like that… all the noise from the club faded out like it was miles away.

Before I could answer him,the steel door clicked, and in walked Oshon.

Cool, calm, and collected—just like always—leading the charge with Shawdee, Shady, and Melly falling in behind him.

The air in the room shifted instantly.

Whatever relaxed vibe Wani had going vanished.

Wave straightened up, sliding off the edge of the couch where he’d been half-sitting, half-lounging, like this was about to turn into something more than just conversation.

It was.

And I hated springin’ this shit on my niggas like this… but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I needed everybody in attendance to pull off what I had planned.

“Man, what the fuck?” Wave’s voice cut through first, thick with disdain.

His stare locked onto the three brothers like they were the ops and nothing else.

Truth was… they’d been just that. All my life.

But it was complicated… especially where my daddy was concerned.

Pretty Kenny was always impartial when it came to L. Boog.

The same way Lex B.wantedto be… but couldn’t… ‘cause Cello started the beef and Lex had to ride for blood.

Story goes… the South Park 6—Lex B., his twin brothers Cash and Cello, my pops Pretty Kenny, Uncle Yam, and L. Boog—grew up together. Lowend legends in their own right.

Boog and Lex B. moved weight, taking their lanes in the drug game. Lex pulled his brothers under his wing, while Boog did his solo thing.

My daddy?

He went a whole different route… Pimping. Took Yam with him. Built his own empire. But back then… they all respected each other enough not to cross lines. Tossed each other favors when it made sense.

For years… that shit was smooth. The Barksdale brothers would link with Boog and his cousin Slim for plugs—South America runs, Caribbean connections. I remember the souvenirs they used to bring back for us.

The issue was never business. It was personal. Pussy. Shanelle Terrell… Single-handedly blew up two major operations… right in her bed. Caused a fallout that left bodies cold and split the South Park 6 down the middle. Mainly the Barksdales and the Terrells. My daddy never took sides. Said it was because his mama was close with Doris Terrell—Boog’s mama. But when I got older… I knew better. He didn’t wanna leave his boy hangin’. Same way he would’ve rode for Lex B. or any of his brothers if the shoe had been on the other foot.

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