Page 20 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Markus chuckled as he moved to the door. “Your best shot ain’t nothing for mine. I’ll be seeing you.”
With the same ease he strolled into the lounge with, Marcus left. Inside the car, he settled into the seat. While he attempted to reset himself, Svyn started up the engine and asked.
“What the fuck you got on that nigga?”
“Nia might be supplying the mayor’s wife, but he’s fuckin’ her. He’s the reason niggas’ shit is being swept up left and right. He’s happy to come off those blocks and whatever else we take. When his ass goes down, everything is mine.”
“When you see that happening?”
“Whenever the mayor is ready to out his wife. Until then, we move like normal.”
“What about B and Angel.”
“I can’t fight them like I want to right now, so they’re on ice. Put them in the field. I don’t give a shit.”
Svyn balanced his attention on the road and Markus opening the pill bottle and finding nothing.
“Swing me by Nia’s,” Markus spoke up, groaning at the pain radiating in his shoulder. He kept his expressions neutral while he met with Luciano, but now, the pain was about to send him into a rage and he needed relief. It was either that or have Svyndrive him down to Luciano’s blocks and fire at every worker involved in the bullshit with Brantley and Angel.
Svyn sighed as he made a U-turn. “Listen, nigga, you movin’ through that shit too fast.”
“The muhfucka hurts,” Markus snipped back.
“I ain’t discounting that. I’m just telling you we already thrive in darkness don’t start dancing with the devil,” Svyn replied.
Markus groaned inwardly and pushed his head back into the headrest of the leather seat. It was easier said than done. The pills, after a short period of time, were becoming a mask to the terrors he didn’t speak of. A form a peace. He wouldn’t know what real peace was if it slapped him in the face.
At Nia’s, Markus roamed inside and Svyn was a few steps behind him.
“Ay, yo, Nia!” Markus’ voice boomed throughout Nia’s modern-decorated brownstone. One of the many real estate investments they held around the city.
Nia’s voice didn’t fire back like a force like it typically did. It was weighted – upset. Svyn caught it before Markus could. “No need to yell. I’m in the kitchen.”
Svyn moved around Markus, making himself the first face Nia saw. “You good?”
Nia barely looked up at him. Her toffee-hued face swollen and the brim of her almond-cut eyes puffy. She waved him off as she took another long sip of the liquor rimming the purple lowball glass. “I’m fine.”
Markus’ thick brows fused into one, his eyes, like Nia’s, squinted and his lip curled. “Fuck you in here crying for?”
“Nothing. What do you want?” Nia posed, patting her lips free of the liquor. She pushed her shoulders back and looked the men straight on. Both held true concern but only one was in the right frame of mind to understand her sadness right now. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” Markus quipped.
“Like shit,” Nia grumbled. “You get shot and can’t get a haircut?”
“You know how I feel about people cutting my hair and I can’t do shit about it right now. You got some pills laying around?”
“I don’t work where I sleep, Money. You know that. It’s your rule. I got Motrin and Pamprin. You might need the Pamprin for your mood.”
Markus cut his eyes at Nia. “Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”
“You need some rest, you’re crankier than usual,” Nia huffed, roaming out the kitchen. “I’ll find you something. Don’t make yourselves comfortable.”
When the kitchen was void of Nia’s presence, Svyn looked at Markus who was looking back at him.
“Hell nah,” Svyn hissed. “I’m not asking her shit.”
“She ain’t gon tell me. She might tell you.”
