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He nodded. “Yeah, bu?—”

“Let’s go handle that shit now. I’m tired of surprises.”

He looked at me as if to see if I was sure, but when I nodded my head he did the same. “Yo baby mama gonna kill yo’ ass.”

“I’ll deal with Em. Just call Gram and have us meet them at the spot. I want this shit quick.”

“Bet.”

The rest of the ride was filled with me texting Empress, while Malik set up the move. In my eyes this was the perfect time. Idle threats from Georgio would soon become more than just threats. We’d done too much for this nigga not to act. We took his clientele, broke his funds, and severed his connections. Shit, not to mention niggas had his sister and I could only imagine the picture they sent him. Ree’s punch had swelled her ass up pretty good.

A few minutes later we pulled back around to get seconds before the door opened and old girl leaned out looking for us.

After we got out of the car, shit started moving fast. Soon as Gram backed into the doorway seconds later we all hopped out of the cars. I was about to go in, shit me and Malik but Gram held his hand out.

“Cool out. We got it.” Then the young nigga popped the trunk like a pro. Malik had taken the young nigga under his sleeve since he was about fourteen, so he knew what he was doing at this point.

Malik chuckled. “Taught ‘em well.”

About a minute later they were dragging a nigga with a sack over his head out of the back door.

I knew it was Georgio, because he was telling them how much they’d regret what they were doing through that thick ass accent of his. I never understood why niggas asked folks of they knew who they were at moment’s like this. Wasn’t it obvious? They knew but didn’t give a fuck.

Once they’d stuffed him in the trunk, Gram walked over to us. “Where to? or do you want him stashed?”

Malik shrugged and looked over at me. That was his way of asking if I was willing to make this a long night.

“The old cemetery on Oak. I’on got time to play this shit out no more.”

Rubbing his hands together a smile crossed Malik’s face as he rounded the car. “You heard the man, G.”

I boughta mausoleum at the cemetery a while back when I was first getting money. Bought it because let me tell it I wanted to be buried with my whole family, so I owned the whole thing. Truth be told at my big old age now, the last thing I wanted was to be buried, or entombed because a nigga had a lot more life to live.Shit, everybody did. That’s why this motherfucker stayed empty, well until right now. Right now it was occupied, until I finished my business.

“I did nothing to you. We coexisted!” Georgio mumbled through the swollen lip he had sustained from the club.

“You’re right. We did for a while, but how long was niggas supposed to sit by, let you dictate the territories and take what we could get?” Malik asked.

“Fo..”

“Right, then you sent your fucking sister to deliver a message?”

“What, I’d never do that. Let alone used her to send a fucking message. What are you talking about?” he looked confused, which as well confused me.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Malik voiced from behind me.

“Nah, it doesn’t.”

Within seconds my phone vibrated in my pocket. Where I expected it to be Empress giving me shit for not bringing her ice cream, it wasn’t. It was an unknown number, with a message that had me glaring at the phone.

+7785555555: Don’t go home. Givens & Rikov

I didn’t respond, instead I walked my phone over to Malik. When I handed it to him he looked confused, until he saw the message across the screen.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know, but it makes me want to go home.” I looked up and my eyes landed directly on Georgio.

“What you know about Rikov?”

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