Page 34 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“So what the fuck am I here for? ‘Cause it ain’t for Maruccio’s. They deliver.”
“But you’re not even eating Maruccio’s,” Nia spoke up, causing Markus to pause forking a bite into his mouth to reply.
“Yeah ‘cause that shit is nasty.” he grumbled, taking a bite, pausing, moaning and lowly looking at Reign before swallowing and pushing the plate away. “I wanna enjoy this shit but you two niggas are lookin’ in my face like you got some shit to say.”
Reign sat between Nia and the hall entrance and didn’t feel like she needed to be privy to this. Cyn hadn’t even sat down yet. So maybe she could slide out and leave family business to family.
“Nah, we here ‘cause Cyn said he was putting us back on,” Angel stated.
“Oh, boy,” Svyn responded, taking a swig of his water.
“Putting you on the fuck where? Y’all can’t even manage the shit I gave you,” Markus stated. “How you fuck up simple shit?”
“No one fucked up the simple shit, Money,” B fired back, his pride on display. “You got this nigga sitting in my spot and got me servin’ junkies like I’m some bitch ass nigga.”
“There’s a dead fuckin’ kid!” Markus erupted. “We got rules!”
The boom of his voice made Reign jolt.
“It was an accident,” Angel fired back. “I ain’t see that fuckin’ kid.”
“And you want me to trust you with actual business when you don’t have the ability to peep the scene for real? Consider the possibilities of a knee jerk reaction? Fuck outta here.”
She used the back and forth as her exit. Slipping into the hall, bypassing the hoodie needed to combat the coolness. Reign quietly slipped onto the porch trying to figure out which way to go. Subsequently overhearing an intense conversation Cyn was having on the phone.
“How am I supposed to do that when he barely talks to me? My access is damn near nothing,” she gritted. “I know I told you I would get you something but I don’t have anything right now…no nothing. Listen, I’m at dinner I’ll get you something.”
She hung up just as Markus stormed out of the door, almost knocking Reign over. The hoodie she left inside clutched in his hands.
“Oomph,” Reign huffed, grabbing the railing and catching herself.
Markus grabbed her and huffed, “my bad, Speechless.”
“You’re not eating?” Cyn asked, straightening herself.
Reign knew she wasn’t talking to her. Markus looked between the two, prompting Reign to mutter as she wiggled out of his hold, “she ain’t talking to me.”
Cyn cut her eyes at Reign and then looked up at Markus. “I need you to put him back on.”
“Fuck no,” Markus grumbled, ambling down the couple of steps. “You ask that nigga how that kid got hit in the first place?”
“N-no,” Cyn said, frowning.
“Yeah, do that and don’t do no shit like this again. I really wanted to enjoy my fuckin’ food,” he said gruffly, walking down the remaining steps.
This wasn’t Reign’s business and as Cyn walked back into the house, she walked down the steps heading in the opposite direction of where she needed to be going. Markus’ raspiness stopped her.
“Where you going? It’s too cold out here for you.”
Reign stopped barely turned around to say, “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh yeah? You know where you’re going?” he challenged.
Reign turned around, a faux sense of assurance on her face. “I’m sure there’s a bus or a cab.”
“You don’t have no metro card. I know that as a fact because you don’t look like you’ve ever had to take public transportation. And a cab,” he chuckled. “They’re going to see your green ass and charge you triple the fare. Get in.”
“I’m good really. I’ll figure it out.”
