Page 11 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“There go our connect,” Angel groaned. “Luciano is about to take all that shit.”
Markus gritted and ran his hand down his face. “Not if we get to it first. It’s open market. Every stash house in the city that G has. I want it. Right now. Put the word out.”
“And that right there just put us at war,” Nia huffed. “This fuckin’ mayor.”
“How well you know him?” Markus questioned.
“I do his wife’s hair. And sometimes she gets some snow on the side.”
“Get me a meeting. It’s time to do some straightening.”
“They’re having a gala at the mansion in a couple days. I have to make a house call, I’ll talk to her then.”
Markus winced. “Aight.”
“What about G?” Brantley asked.
“Let me be the one to put him out of his misery,” Markus groaned. “How long until that shit kicks in?”
“Give it time, Money,” Cyn fussed. “B, take him home before his big ass passes out. It’s bad enough there’s blood everywhere.”
“Fuck!”G roared, causing Neveah to jump slightly.
“Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she quipped, trying to catch the bud she was grinding.
G flashed her a menacing glare.
“I-I’m sorry,” she corrected. “What’s the problem?”
“Scar got wrapped up in a raid. Luciano is about to swallow up the fuckin’ streets,” G grumbled.
The apartment he resided in was in the heart of the city. Like Rock, G was flashy, loud and had a point to prove. A point that was going to land him in one of the caskets at the local funeral home. Being a hustler was more than the glitz, glam, and unnecessary street beefs. G had no purpose for being in this game that would yield something good and whole. He was driven by chaos.
Neveah surveyed the space around her, unlike Money’s spot, G’s place was as chaotic and as flashy as he was. There was a lingering stench of carpet in need of a deep cleaning and the marijuana smoke.
“Sooo…” Neveah started, beginning to stuff the blunt again. “Where does that leave me? This plan ain’t going according to your plan. You’re at odds with Luciano and Money. Money is treating me like a bed warmer and a worker bee. You wouldn’t even think I’m his girlfriend.”
G flashed her another look. “You ain’t his girlfriend. Where you get that shit from? You supposed to be fuckin’ that nigga, getting me info so I can take his shit. For example, how is this nigga so fuckin’ untouchable? You need to figure it the fuck out.”
Neveah looked over at him and chewed the inside of her lip nervously. “I think he knows I was with you last night. He was pressing me about where I was and why I wasn’t at the shop.”
“How the fuck would he know you was with me? You say something to that nigga to blow this shit up?”
“No! I would never. Money is crazy, you know that,” Neveah spoke. “He’ll kill me and then you.”
There was a glint of jealousy in G’s eyes upon hearing that comment. “That nigga ain’t crazier than me. Hurry that shit up so you can finish your fuckin’ job.”
“What happens if I don’t get you what you need?” Neveah questioned.
“I’ll snap your fuckin’ neck with my dick down your throat and drop you on that nigga’s steps. So you got two options – go back to that house and get in his head or I’ll take you out of here.”
Neveah went back to stuffing the blunt. Briefly, she let her mind run with the events that put her in this situation. When she met G, he’d promised her the world until his obsession with getting to the top outweighed the feelings he swore up and down he held for her. No confidence, insecure, alone in the world… all a mixture of her playing herself. Loving a man that would never love her back and wanting one to see her who couldn’t see past his own ambition.
Misguided and wanting love from men who could never fulfill that need.
“What do I need to do?” she posed.
“Get me the information I need, I’ll get you out. Until then, fuck that nigga better than you fuck me. Play your role.”
