Page 22 of Suleem and Yahzi
“You talked to KT?” Kassir asked while typing on his phone.
“Yeah, he sent me the address before I hit your line.”
Kassir turned in my direction. “You trust him?”
I smirked. “Do you?”
“Hell nah.”
“Then you know I don’t, but the Lords don’t have beef with us. They do have issues with East Street, so for now, we’re on the same side.”
“I fucks with it,” Kassir said, frowning hard as hell at his phone.
“Rebel is really taxing your ass. Got your face all twisted and shit.” I chuckled, pulling up to the address KT gave me. It was an apartment building walking distance from Crescent Manor. It had been years since I’d been this way but shit had changed. They renovated everything, the same as they tried to do with D-ville, but the faces hadn’t changed.
“Nah, this is Linnea. She’s really been trying my fucking patience since she found out Rebel was back home.”
“Don’t you mean visiting? ’Cause last I checked you hadn’t handled that yet.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “She’s home, nigga. Even if she believes otherwise, Miami is a distant memory.”
“That’s what’s up. Now let me go in here and drop ol’ boy so I can get back to fucking my girl and making her pretty ass smile.”
“Fam…” he chuckled, shaking his head.
When we got out, I sent KT a text letting him know we were there. He told me to come to the back of the building and his guys would be waiting. I touched my back where my gun was positioned when Kassir and I fell in step. “Cradle to the casket.”
He tossed his chin in response and touched the spot where his gun was sitting. “Cradle to the casket.”
The confirmation was basically a reminder that we’d be dropping bodies until we were the last two standing. He had me and I had him, no matter what.
“You Bank?” The little youngin’s brows pinched when we stepped up. I nodded and he looked at Kassir.
“Who dis?”
“Serious,” I said, referring to Kassir’s street name before I added, “Call KT if you need to.”
He shook his head and stuck his chest out. “Nah, I don’t need to. They’re down there. Come on.”
I glanced at Kassir before he moved through the metal door into the building. We took the steps to the basement level and were met with two more Lords. One was a familiar face who smirked when he noticed us. Dough had been a Lord since Kassir and I started DP.
“Bank and Serious. I thought y’all were done getting your hands dirty. Word is y’all niggas in retirement homes and shit.”
I chuckled and met my fist with his. Kassir followed the same movement.
“Retirement looks like different things for different people. For us, it looks like money and delegating. Work smarter not harder, my G. When you’re tired of following orders let me know and I’ll run that shit down for you,” I said.
“We run shit, you’re running like shit,” Kassir added, making Dough frown before he grinned and brushed a hand over his head.
“You got that but I also know when bullets start flying they’re coming for the top. Cut off the head. I’m not interested in dodging bullets. I’m trying to get pussy and get paid.”
“Do what you do.”
He nodded and tapped on the door. It opened a few minutes later and we entered a storage room that was empty besides three bodies. One of which looked right at me. His face was still fucked up from the night I scooped up Yahzi.
I stopped in front of him and he glared at me then smiled smugly.
“You that mad that I fucked your bi…”
