Page 15 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“I kicked her useless ass out. But fuck all of that, what the fuck happened and why you calling me and not B?”
Svyn winced. “Because that nigga is trying to cover his tracks. Him and Angel shot at some of Luciano’s people after an argument over territory.”
“Aight, we been bussin’ at them niggas forever.”
“It would be cool, if it was just some of Luciano’s niggas. A little boy was hit. He ain’t make it. You know the code around women and children.”
“Fuck!” Markus roared. “What the fuck is wrong with these muhfuckas? Huh?”
He hit the dash with the palm of his hand and then stroked his beard and mustache in need of a shape up. “Got damn man! It ain’t e-fuckin-nough we got enough heat on us. Where these niggas at?”
“Auntie’s.”
“You fuckin’ lying,” Markus gritted, peering at Svyn. “They hiding at auntie’s?”
Svyn nodded. “Got her thinkin’ they just came by for Sunday dinner.”
“Take me there. Then we got to talk to Luciano and settle this shit before we have bodies dropping left and right. These stupid ass muhfuckas man!”
Svyn sped toward Aunt Lucielle’s spot. Before he could park, Markus jumped out and was headed up the steps. The painkillers doing their job at making him feel nothing. He whisked into the brownstone, following the sound of laughter.His aunt, happy to see her sons, not knowing they were bringing the heat to her door. Something the four men vowed to never do.
He passed Ms. Ophelia in the kitchen and made his way to the dining room. “We having a family dinner and didn’t mention shit?”
Brantley and Angel lifted their eyes to Markus and immediately knew that he knew. They saved face though, they had to. If Lucielle got a whiff that something had gone down, she would attempt to take matters into her own hands.
Markus pulled a seat out and sat down. “Ms. O made a spread, didn’t she?”
“How’d you know I was going to bring you a plate?” Ms. Ophelia posed, entering the dining room behind Svyn. “I know that girl you got ain’t feeding you.”
“Mm,” Lucielle grunted. “Skinnier every time I see you. Where’s Nia? And Cyn?”
“Cyn took an extra shift at the hospital tonight,” Brantley spoke, sitting back in his chair.
“Nia’s with the mayor’s wife tonight,” Markus replied, not taking his eyes off of his cousins.
“You should’ve been there, Markus,” Lucielle said with a pointed look. “Make sure you’re at the next one.”
Markus nodded in acknowledgement.
“You good, Lucielle?” Ms. Ophelia questioned, placing the plates down in front of Markus and Svyn.
“Could you help me to the restroom?” Lucielle asked and Ophelia jumped at the request.
When alone, Markus finally spoke to the duo. “Any of you dumbasses care to explain what the fuck happened?”
He clenched his jaw, that anger becoming more out of control by the second. The pills didn’t help.
“Money, we were going to talk to Luciano about it. Smooth it over,” Angel spoke up.
“Whose brilliant ass idea was that? Yours or my number two?” Markus asked, glaring at Brantley.
“We were just going to let the streets calm down before I handled it.”
“Calm down?” Markus attempted not to raise his voice but it was becoming a losing battle. “Nigga, there’s a dead fuckin’ kid! You know the fuckin’ rules. We made the fuckin’ rules. We all fuckin’ agreed. No women, no kids. Do you fuckin’ understand that this, on top of supply issues, is going to start a war bigger than either side can afford? Stealing territory is one thing, I can handle that. A dead kid!”
“Money, I was going to fix it.”
“You wasn’t going to do shit, B, but fuck it some more. Svyn, you’re number two. Eat later. We got to soothe this shit before everyone is fuckin’ dead. As far as you two niggas, let auntie be touched by this, I’m killing you degenerates myself.”
