Page 111 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Reign turned around and sat by him. “By holding your head up and walking like the man I know you are. This is just another show and test of your strength. You can do this like you do everything else. That pain you feel is only a sign that there are tender parts of you worth protecting.”
“It’s becoming very evident that the most tender part of me is y’all. I’d die for y’all.”
“We know you will. We’d like to keep you here, though. I know I would. I’m enjoying this walk with you. Even if there are some stones and vipers on our path.”
Markus pulled her onto his lap and kissed her face. “I’m tired.”
“I made lasagna.”
“I’ll eat when I get up. I just need to lay with you. That cool?”
“That’s always cool. Come, let me hold you.”
Resting next to her, he grumbled. “Javi moved up the meeting. It’s tomorrow.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
Markus tiredly nodded. “I am. You got a request?”
“Yes, there’s a hustler in Port Lucia. They call him Havoc. He’s the head of the Parkway Boys. When I was doing hair in the strip club, he fronted my first pack. For a long time, him and Javier have had beef. Considering Javi snaked out his mentor, it’s rightfully deserved. When you take over the pipeline, let him take over Ocean City. He’s crazy as hell, but he’s trustworthy, and honestly, the city should’ve been his,” Reign shared.
“And you know why you’re dangerous?” Markus posed.
“I’m not dangerous.”
“You are. That right there, I didn’t even think twice about it. What else you got?”
“Show up in one of those suits, show Javier that you’re exactly who you think you are. And then do what needs to be done.”
Markus kissed her face. “It’s done. Put her hands in my hair so I can sleep.”
Fresh haircut,fresh suit, and the sight of his woman in nothing but her underwear stuffing the duffle bag with money Svyn dropped off earlier made him feel like a king, even though the clouds of grief hung over him.
“This is one million and a half. How much was his cut for the first shipment?” Reign asked, feeling his presence.
“Sixty. The rest is stashed around the city. It’s too fucking much to keep in one spot,” Markus shared.
She looked over her shoulder and examined him. “You got to get some more equity.”
Markus smirked, walked up behind her, and kissed her shoulder. “I’m supposed to be grieving, not amazed by that beautiful mind of yours. You were just going to keep that hidden away from me?”
“You came in high, semi-aggressive, and carrying three guns. I wasn’t saying shit to you about shit,” Reign spoke, laughing. “You’ve grown, though.”
“Got you to thank for that. I have a request.”
“Anything.”
“Find me some equity, I’ll make sure I’ll unload this.”
She turned to fix his tie. “I will because this time next month it’s going to be all you. You ready for that?”
“You staying?”
“You won’t let me leave,” she joked.
“Then I’m ready. It’s all good?” Markus asked in reference to the bag.
“It’s all good. I’ll see you.”
