Page 250 of Kentrell

“G, I know y’all on that shit to even think it was a’ight to pull some shit like this.”

His eyes cut to Wave and Oshon first…

Then Wani…

And last… me.

“Shit, we?—”

“Ain’t on none of that,” I cut Shawdee off before he could let that Barksdale-Terrell beef kick off.

I could feel the air shift again.

Darker.

Heavier.

“Look… it’s a nigga y’all been dealing with that I need knocked down a hunnid notches.”

“Who?” Shady pressed, voice low but charged.

“Malcolm Anderson.”

Shady’s face screwed up like he was trying to place the name.

“Lawyer boy,” Melly said, breaking the pause.

That single spark lit something behind Shady’s eyes. Recognition… and something close to annoyance.

“Oh… Whitfield,” Shady let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “That ain’t gon’ be no light work.”

His mind already went where mine had initially gone.

Death.

“Nah,” I said quickly. “That’s why I ain’t say take him out.”

Shady’s brows pulled tight. “So why you need us?”

Shawdee threw his hands behind his head, already pacing like he wanted to start swinging.

“‘Cause he only deal with us when he wanna…”

Melly cut himself off mid-sentence…

Shawdee and Shady both nodded, finishing the thought silently between themselves.

“When he wanna what?” Wani cut in, voice sharp.

“Shit, tell me something too,” Lex added, flicking his nose and crossing his arms like he was two seconds from blowing.

The Terrell brothers exchanged glances… then Melly locked eyes with me.

“Malcolm more of a chip off the old block than Desmond,” he said slow, letting the weight of that sink in.

“Desmond?” Wave repeated. “Who the fuck is these people?”

“If y’all would shut the fuck up and let my lil’ brudda talk?—”

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