Page 40 of Welcome to the Table
That shit wasn’t happening. I wouldn’t let it. I looked over at my hittas, who stood in the corner of the DJ booth, and nodded. They came like savages, grabbing every nigga who looked out of place.
“Bring them to the fucking dungeon now,” I barked, and they followed my orders.
We had a separate place outside of the gambling shit where we did our dirty work. This was not part of the fucking plan, so them niggas were still stalking me. I didn’t like that shit at all. We followed my hittas down the stairs past the gamblers who didn’t even look our way, and to the back of the basement.
“You gon’ regret this, Calliope,” he tried to say, but was breathless. His face was beet red, like he was suffocating.
I told the nigga about wearing suits in hot ass New Orleans.
“I don’t regret a fucking thing I do in this life, but you will regret trying to strong-arm me in my own fucking city.” I lit my blunt and gave out orders.
“What the fuck is he talking about, Calliope? What the fuck happened when we left Athena and Melph’s house?” I knew Hellcat was going to catch on.
“Not now, nigga, but in due time, I will tell you.” I hated that he knew me so well. He knew I was hiding some shit.
“Nah, nigga, tell me now. I hate when you do that shit, then I don’t know what the fuck is coming. You have a nigga in the blind about everything. I’m sick of this shit. If you don’t tell, me Imma slice this Colombian nigga from ear to ear and send his tongue to his maw and paw.”
I knew he was serious, but that would start unnecessary beef that we didn’t need. For whatever reason, Melph felt the need to be protected by the Colombians, but that was on him. I slightly shook my head at him, and Grove pulled him aside to control his temper.
“Grab that chair and sit that nigga in it. Grab his other minions and do the same, since they felt the need to follow their leader. Grab that rope and tie their ankles and wrists to the chair.”
I watched as everything unraveled because they had picked the wrong fucking son to play with. Once everything was how I wanted it to be, I stood in front of them.
“Now what the fuck was that you said when you walked into my shit?” I asked nicely.
“Why it gotta be all this? I was stating the obvious, but clearly the message wasn’t given to you, or we wouldn’t be like this. Asimple miscommunication that can be fixed before your father leaves, and we should be good.”
I didn’t like the way the nigga was talking like we shot marbles in the hood as little kids or some shit. I walked closer to his face, pulling my gun out and putting it to his temple. Nigga was shaking like a leaf.
“Unlike you, I make my own decisions. I don’t need to consult with no fucking body about the moves I make, and you will not move drugs through my operation. Who the fuck gave you the green light to do so?” I asked him, pushing my gun further into his head.
“Your father talked to Fanucci, and he said everything was a go. That’s all I was told.”
I shook my head. This nigga folded like a pretzel under pressure. I didn’t need that type of weakness on my team.
“Please let me cut this nigga’s neck.” Hellcat walked to the left of me, hype as fuck. The nigga wasn’t even drunk anymore, but still had the bottle of liquor in his hand.
“Nah, he good for now. What the fuck is that smell?” I looked down, and this nigga had pissed himself.
“Man, this nigga too fucking scary. He pissed himself, and I bet he got dookie in his boxers too. Funky ass nigga.” Hellcat laughed, and Grove joined in.
I looked at every man on their line and kept their faces stored in my mental in case they didn’t fucking listen.
“Hellcat, this shit ain’t funny,” I told him, and he laughed harder.
“I’m laughing to keep from slicing every nigga on this line, so it’s safe for everybody for me to laugh.”
I knew he was telling the truth, so I let him have his moment
“Get these niggas out my fucking sight before I shoot all of them. This shit doesn’t make no sense. Escort them to their cars and make sure they fucking leave this time. If I see them again,Fanucci will be missing a fucking child,” I told my crew, and they started moving quickly.
I walked out of the basement with Hellcat and Grove behind me, pissed the fuck off.
We went back to our section, and it was pandemonium. Bitches were twirling on the poles. Niggas were throwing money and were all over the fucking sofa. The shit made my skin crawl when I noticed their shoes, stepping all over the sofa that we were sitting on. It was okay for Hellcat to do it, but random niggas were a no-go. I pulled my gun out and shot one in the air. Everyone turned to look at me and began to beat their fucking feet.
“Get the fuck out my fucking section! Y’all niggas and bitches know better!” I barked as they stampeded out of the section.
The maid and bartender were already in action, cleaning shit just the way I needed it. I needed to talk to these niggas before I headed out to my house because this shit was too fucking much.
