Page 35 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“Look, Reign, I ain’t in the mood to go back and forth with you. You can either get your ass in or I can put your ass in.” Markus’ tone was direct. “Or I’ll let your stubborn ass walk and drive right behind you for the next hour and a half. That’s how long it’s going to take you on foot with no hoodie.”
Reign groaned, hating that he was right. She looked around. “No bullshit?”
“Nah, Speechless, I don’t do bullshit. Don’t have time for it,” he assured, opening the passenger side door. “Come on, I got shit to do.”
“Stop calling me that. I don’t like you,” Reign stated firmly.
Markus shrugged. “Don’t like me, that’s cool. Get inside this car. Come on, before I fuck around and shoot my cousin in his fuckin’ face.”
With that, Reign stopped holding him up and slid inside of the BMW. Markus dropped the hoodie in her lap before shutting the door. “Put that on.”
Reign curled her lip and tossed it on the back seat. Before he could get in, she scooched as close to the door as possible. Markus got in and fired up the engine. The motions were accompanied with grunts and groans.
“Where you staying?” Markus questioned trying to get comfortable before pulling off from the curb.
Reign squinted her eyes. “I mean am I going to make it there? Or are you going to die on the way?”
Markus cut his eyes at her behind the blue tint of his glasses. “I’m cool, thank you. Fuckin’ shoulder still hurts.”
“…from?”
“Being shot. Any other questions?”
“Actually, no,” she sassed. “Makes sense though.”
“What makes sense?”
Reign looked over him. “That whoever shot you seemed to have a valid reason.”
Markus chuckled, lip twitching with a need for a comeback but minded his manners because her voice was soothing. “Shooting me was some bitch ass shit. A cheap shot. That’s why he sleep. You never answered the question.”
“I’m staying at the Lynnwood Grand,” Reign turned her attention back to the window.
“The LG. Not to be in your business or no shit like that.”
“Says the annoying man before he gets into my business,” she muttered.
“How you affording that?”
Reign pressed her lips together, “I’m not. Thankfully, your sister isn’t as much of a brute as you are.”
“Woah, you don’t even know me for real.”
“Or for fake. I’m good on that too,” she stated.
“What’s your deal? Where you from with all that mouth and no nigga to back it up?”
Reign looked at him, confusion morphing into irritation on her face. Surely he saw the evidence of abuse on her face but still chose to ask questions. He was testing the waters, seeing how safe it was to dive in. Could he do it effortlessly or was there a need to drop bodies in the process.
“Don’t do that mute shit again,” Markus spoke. “Was it your nigga that did that shit to your face?”
Reign didn’t say anything, the embarrassment of hearing that out loud struck a chord in her.
“He’s a pussy for that and you shouldn’t go back,” Markus continued.
“That’s the plan,” Reign muttered.
“He comes around, make a call. I’ll make sure his ass gets put down,” Markus said.
