Page 21 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“Somehow me thinking we boys is subjective because you clearly want her to bite my head off.”
“She does that shit because she likes you or whatever the fuck it is.”
Svyn waved him off and leaned on the counter, folding his arms in the process. “It ain’t shit for real. Just your sister with an attitude and your nigga. When the fuck you become match maker.”
“I didn’t become shit. But I got eyes, nigga. Someone got to get some love around here. This shit lonely as fuck,” Markus grumbled, letting his mind flash for a brief second on how much easier all of this might’ve been if he had someone who cared about his well-being.
Svyn started to reply but feeling Nia’s presence zapped the words from his mouth.
“Here. There’s ten in there. Don’t fuck around and be out in a couple days. You need to eat and go to sleep,” Nia replied.
“Yeah, easier said than done. These niggas out here fuckin’ up. We got a dead kid in Sunset Hills. Funeral to pay for, family to support.” Markus punctuated the comment by popping two pills into his mouth.
“On top of everything else, when are we going to get a fuckin’ break?” Nia huffed. “By the way, the mayor’s wife is for sure sleeping with Luciano. She was an hour late tonight, had the post fuck glow,” Nia shared.
“So all of this is because she’s messing with a dope boy?”
“Without question. Not like the mayor doesn’t have his own proclivities, she’s just reckless.”
“What’s the mayor into?” Svyn questioned brow raised.
“Pretty girls with handlers. Remember that girl that extorted him a few years ago and then she just disappeared? I’m sure everything she said was true.”
“How?” Markus hummed, after drowning Nia’s liquor down his throat.
“Excuse you. You just took Percs and you don’t know where my mouth has been,” Nia huffed, snatching the glass from his hand and pushing over a tray of takeout she’d barely ate.
“I know where it ain’t been. And I know he crazy enough to ruin whatever you think you got going on with someone else. Answer the question.”
Nia rolled her eyes and snatched back her takeout tray. “Because I saw some shit tonight. And before you pry, no. I’m not telling you. This has been nice but I want y’all out my house. Thanks.”
“Damn, that’s the nicest kick out by far,” Svyn hummed and moved from his relaxed position.
Markus nodded. “I’ve been put out of better places. Svyn, I’ll be outside.”
Leaving Svyn to do his bidding, Markus roamed outside into the night.
“You need to keep your eyes on him.”
“I am,” Svyn assured. “B and Angel sure as hell ain’t.”
Nia buzzed. “I’m deadass, Svyn them eyes ain’t just supposed to be amber and shit, you’re supposed to see the shit I don’t.”
Svyn smirked slightly as he rubbed his beard. “You notice the gold specks in them too?”
“They don’t have gold-” Nia stopped herself and rolled her eyes. “Boy, fuck you. I’m serious. He’s forming a habit that’s going to be hell to break. A weakness. Everything we got going on right now, we can’t afford him to be off his game.”
“I hear you, Nia. Now back to you,” Svyn pressed. “You good?”
Nia sighed and pushed her hair in need of a deep condition out of her face. “I saw some shit tonight that fucked with my head. Brought back all that shit with my mother. Just a lot, but I’m good.”
Svyn moved closer to her, peering down tenderly. “You not but when you done being a hardbody, you know where to find me.”
Nia hummed. “I won’t come lookin’.”
“I think you forgettin’ I hunt down niggas who hidin’, you ain’t too hard to smoke out.”
She hummed again, grabbing the bottle to pour another drink. “Yeah, I’d like to see it. You can see yourself out.”
