Page 119 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Svyn looked up at him briefly, taking his eyes off of Nia and Reign laughing amongst themselves to look at Fuego. “You screened them?”
Fuego gave Svyn and Markus a slacked smirk. “You don’t screen this nigga.”
Markus gave Svyn a look before standing up. “Keep your eyes on them.”
“Got you, Money,” Fuego spoke up as the duo walked past him.
In the closed VIP room was guarded by two men, Bullet and another who introduced himself to Markus as Sonny. Inside the room was a large man watching the party below. Markus and Svyn heard the stories about Cree, but seeing him up close and personal solidified that they were at the top of the chain now. To his left was another man he didn’t know. Not as large but sizable, bald head, and intense glare.
“Cree Alexander,” Markus spoke up.
“Money Makin’ Markus,” Cree spoke with a smirk on his face. “Looks like you made it.”
“Looks like I did. What do we owe the visit?” Markus asked.
“Congratulations are in order. You’re on top, and there’s a lot of niggas looking up hungry to get to where you are. The thing with being this high up comes with protections.”
“Protections cost. What’s the cost?” Markus asked.
Cree shook his head. “You already paid the cost. Dropping your cousins, putting the legacy of Freeway Slim on your shoulders, and holding all this intact. We’ve been watching you. Anyone big enough to get Javier’s pipeline and regulate Ocean City is a bad muhfucka.”
“So if there isn’t a price, there’s an ask,” Markus pointed out. “What’s the ask?”
Cree looked over at Naji. “Naji and his lady run the west. I need your pipeline and his to handle the Midwest.”
“Whose running the territory?” Markus questioned.
“I got a guy coming out of prison. Samaaj. I need you in before I set him up.”
“Is he going to cause me problems?”
Naji spoke up. “Nah, he doesn’t even know he’s about to inherit this. We need to lock the territory down before the Crème de la Crème Cartel gets out of hand and before Queenie tries to run.”
Markus looked at Svyn.
“How much exposure?” Svyn questioned and then added. “And how many bodies?”
“Whoever you know in the city who's trustworthy,” Naji shared.
The two shared a look.
“We know a few niggas. When you need them?”
“Summer,” Cree spoke.
“Consider it handled. Enjoy the party,” Markus shared.
“Nahh, I got a lady back in the Hills that expects me,” Cree shared.
“I got one in DC who will not be happy if I miss the countdown. I’ll be in touch,” Naji shared, outstretching his hand.
The men began to part ways, and Cree stopped and looked at Markus. “Slim is proud of you. I know he is. Keep this tight, keep your nose clean. You’re the Don, they don’t always need to see you to know you exist, and you’re that muhfucka.”
“I hear you,” Markus replied, nodding his head.
“Congratulations on your seed. Only a woman carrying an heir is protected like that. Don’t let her go,” Cree advised.
“They’re going to have to kill me to get me up off her,” Markus stated with a chuckle.
