Page 2 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Jada looked past Markus to see Svyn and Brantley. “They coming too or you just want me?”
“Money don’t share. You know that.”
Jada nodded and took a step back, letting him in. Markus strolled in cooly, closing the door just enough so that Svyn and Brantley understood the assignment. Jada switched her hips a little more, allowing Markus to take in the enhancements Rock paid for.
“You want something to drink?” Jada purred.
“Yeah, what you on?”
“I think Rock got a bottle of the Amber+Moss. You know that shit is hard to come by.”
Markus knew it was. The only bottle Rock would ever get his hands on was the one Markus gifted him for his birthday earlier in the year. He nodded in the direction of the liquor display. “Pour that up for me.”
“Anything for you, Money.”
Markus helped himself to a seat and looked around the space, calculating where all the money went. Including the residue of cocaine on the mirrored coffee table. “Where Rock?”
Jada shrugged. “Out with one of his bitches. He’s been tricking on these hoes left and right since you gave him that promotion.”
He didn’t say shit, Jada was liable to give him what he wanted.
If stealing product and money were a promotion, Rock had seen the last of it.
Turning around with the poured drink, she handed it over to Markus before straddling his lap. Jada had been a play he made back in the day, but once he was cool on her, he left her where she was at, outside with the rest of the niggas who liked that shit.
“Thank you for putting that nigga on, but why you got him stashing shit in the house?” Jada purred, gripping Markus’s chin.
“Look like you having a good time with that stash,” he muttered.
“It ain’t even like that. He threw me a little something to keep me out his fuckin’ business. An eight ball to turn a blind eye to him parking his dick in other bitches.”
“Where that shit at? I need something to go with this drink,” Markus slyly stated. “Something to assist the way I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” For added effect, he gripped her throat and lowered his gaze. “That’s why you let me in, right?”
Jada moaned, then pushed out a girl-like giggle. “Rock’s dick ain’t nothing like yours.”
Markus chuckled. “Go get that shit.”
Jada was dumb enough to believe that after six years and thirty different niggas, Markus was going to fuck her, let alone let her suck his dick. He trailed her, walking up the stairs toward their bedroom. On cue, Brantley and Svyn crept in and up the stairs behind her. Markus followed, appearing in her line of sight when he heard Svyn’s grit.
“I’ll snap your neck if you fuckin’ scream.”
“Money!” she croaked.
“That’s exactly why I’m here. For my fuckin’ money and my product. Open the safe up before I let that crazy muhfucka loose,” Markus coolly directed.
Jada whimpered, quickly turning around to the safe to open it up. The six-foot-tall safe in the back of the closet was lined with stacks of bricks. All the bricks that Rock and his dead friend were in charge of breaking down and flooding the streets with. In hindsight, Markus was appreciative of the thievery. The product was out of his stash house, off the streets for the most part, and off the radar of the mayor’s wayward initiative.
Brantley filled the bag up with the product while Markus glared at Jada. “When you see Rock, you tell him I’ll be seeing him around.”
Her eardrums,face, eyes, and brain all throbbed. For the amount of times she’d been through this, she should’ve been used to it. Used to her body in unexplainable pain. Used to her mind playing tricks on her. Used to the gnashing of teeth on the other side of the door. Used to being dragged out of whatever hiding place she’d found to avoid the inevitable.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday. This drug-filled party, Javier’s cocaine-rimmed nostrils, the house full of people, and the room full of exotic dancers he enlisted wasn’t what she’d asked for. In fact, when he’d asked her a day ago what she wanted for her birthday, she asked for nothing.
Nothing at all.
What Reign wanted was to go back in time and take back the day she allowed herself to be entranced by him, the glitz, the smoke and mirrors, and all the tricks he used to manipulate her mind. She craved the only thing that was out of reach; peace.
She sat in the dark, quieting her sobs. Partially because her head hurt too badly to continue, but also so KC, Javier’s right hand, couldn’t find her. Being dragged from the closet back into the room would result in further torture to her soul.
