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“Don’t try it. You want a seat, right? You gotta earn that shit, and this is one of the stipulations. She’s in good hands.”
I looked over at her and knew this shit was gon’ be hard as fuck. The tension in the room was thick, and I understood why. I reached up and poured myself a drink. I needed to take thisshit slow because Hellcat was always doing stupid shit without telling me.
“If everything is done, and shit is signed, you are all dismissed. I’ll have my people get with your people for the next shipment, but if I find out that some flaky shit is going on behind my back, this pretty lady right here will pay with her life. Business starts exactly a month from now. If you got shit running through my clubs now, you have twenty-four hours to get that shit and get the fuck on,” I told them.
Before we could all stand, the elevator doors opened, and I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes.
In walked Jaci wearing a red skin-tight dress with red bottoms and a red The Black Guerrilla vest like she had just stepped off the runway. Her hair was pulled off her face and put back in a sleek ponytail. She had a plastic bag in her hand, but I couldn’t make out what the fuck it was. How the fuck did she know we would be here? She walked over to where Mancini sat, stood beside him, and set the bag in front of him. When he noticed what it was, he turned to the opposite side and vomited all over the floor. I took a closer look and shook my head.
“I heard y’all were looking for their sister, so here I am, and here is your fucking brother. Well, what’s left of him,” she said and walked back to the elevator, got back on, and pressed the button.
Before the door could close, I heard, “Bitch,” and all guns were raised in her direction with red beams all over her body.
We stood with guns raised, and Hellcat grabbed Frenchy again with his knife to his neck. My lil niggas came from behind Jaci with guns damn near bigger than their bodies aimed at the op.
“Nah, nigga, that ain’t the fucking move. Blackk, you good?” Risky asked me as he and his brothers moved quickly, surrounding the Point Dawgs.
They were outnumbered, but this shit was too much. Hellcat had some explaining to do, and Jaci did too. She stepped off the elevator. I put my gun down and straightened my jacket. My niggas had automatic machine guns, so I knew with one false move, they would be rabbit meat.
“Move the fuck around,” Risky told them, and they began to move.
They walked them to the elevator.
“Wait, you forgetting your brother,” Jaci said as she picked up the head and threw it to them.
They stepped on the elevator, and they all went down. I knew I didn’t have to worry about anything because my lil niggas were trained by the best.
I looked at Hellcat. “What the fuck have you done, nigga?” Then, my eyes went to the girl sitting in the chair with tears streaming down her face. “What’s her name?” I said aloud.
“Dakota, and she is going with you until whenever, so make room for her in that dungeon you call a house,” Hellcat said, and I shook my head.
I knew this shit was about to get worse before it would ever get better.
Chapter 17
Hellcat
“Nigga, what the fuck were you thinking?” Calliope yelled at me once everybody was gone. I got that this nigga was mad, and he was caught off guard, but he wasn’t about to talk to me like I was a lil boy.
I didn’t know about the shit with Jaci. She didn’t even know about this fucking meeting or this building, so this shit wasn’t on me. The only thing I would take accountability for was the fact that I had my niggas take their little sister from Colombia.
“First of all, calm the fuck down. Had you not fallen off the fucking grid for damn near a week, you would know what the fuck was going on. You decided that you didn’t want to talk to anybody, and I get that, but shit got hectic in your absence,” I told the truth.
I understood the shit with Klarity, but dead pussy should not cloud his judgment.
“I knew some shit was shaky with them puppies, so I did what I thought was right, and I don’t regret it. She just can’t stay with me. She gotta stay with you,” I told him, and his nostrils flared.
He looked back at the woman sitting there like she was about to piss herself. I knew the shit was a setup when Wisdom walked into the house, and we didn’t know he was coming. I act on impulse, and fuck it, it’s done.”
“But, why, though? Why would you take their little sister? What if they take Jaci?” he asked me, and I felt my blood get hot.
“Exactly, nigga. This is unnecessary heat that we don’t need, but you just couldn’t help your fucking self. What about this shit with Jaci? Why the fuck did she kill Thiago's scary ass?” he asked me.
I put my hands on my head because he was asking too much, and my mind was all over the place.
“I don’t know, nigga, that’s why. I wanted to thicken the fucking plot because they think they are untouchable, and they know better than to touch Jaci!” I screamed in his personal space.
“Jaci killed that nigga because he was trying to get away. He wasn’t even in the building when we met with them. She was sitting in the car, waiting for our return.
