Page 45 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“Aight, I’m going to assume you did this?” Markus asked with a slight smirk.
“You know how I feel about bitch ass niggas.” Torture was something Svyn did well. He was always quiet but it was the quiet ones you needed to keep your eyes on. As crazy as Svyn was, he was equally as loyal.
“Mmhmm,” Markus buzzed, looking at the man who could barely hold his head up. “You KC?”
“Who the fuck is asking?” KC spat back as if he had an army of men coming to save him. He was dispensable to Javier. He’d die today and be replaced tomorrow. Unfortunately, there were misguided souls around Javier that thought it to be any honor to be in KC’s shoes.
“Money is asking, nigga. You hold your head up when talking to me,” Markus spoke sarcastically, knowing he could barely keep his eyes open let alone hold his head up.
KC tried though. “If you don’t have that bitch, the fuck are you here for?”
“Bitch?” Markus asked, the reference striking a cord. He’d met plenty of bitches in his day. Nasty, loud, unkempt, rude women who had no regard for themselves or anyone else. Reign wasn’t anywhere near the category. While she was attempting toprotect herself, she was trying to protect everyone else she was coming into contact with too.
He had no business wrapping himself up in her after, what, a week? He couldn’t dive into that right now, he had to focus on the matter at hand and shield what could potentially be his weakness.
Markus grabbed a metal rod from the corner. “Who sent you to get her? I know she wasn’t with your mark ass.”
KC held his face up. Svyn did a number to him but didn’t do enough for Markus’ liking. The nigga still had too much heart. “A muhfucka who will have you kissing his fucking feet.”
Markus looked at Svyn. “You heard that?”
Svyn was propped against a wall bored with the back and forth. “I heard it.”
Markus chuckled. “I see you let me do the honors. Thank you, nigga. I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it, Money,” Svyn spoke. “I’m gonna step out. It’s about to get messy in here and this a fresh fit.”
Svyn stepped out and Markus used his good arm to swing the pole back and crack the side of KC’s face. “Now I think the bruises might match. Who the fuck is he?”
KC’s head whipped and he groaned. “He’s going to kill you nigga.”
POW! Another hit to the other side of his face. Another to the chest and then to the legs. KC cried out in pain and Markus was unfazed by it.
“Stop crying like a bitch and tell me what I want to know.”
KC panted. “That you’re going to die? I’ve said that. That bitch is useless. If it ain’t you, it’ll be another nigga.”
KC’s laugh was taunting. Only to get under Markus’ skin. But Markus wasn’t the one tied to a chair, leaking blood. Sick of the back and forth and truly knowing he wouldn’t get an answer, Markus pulled out his gun and fired a shot through his skull.
“Svy!”
Svyn opened the door finding a dead KC and an aggravated Markus. “Yeah.”
“Get this worthless piece of shit out of here. I got money moves to make.”
“You get your answer?” Svyn asked.
Markus removed his hoodie and shook his head. “Nah, but I will. Make it known she’s off limits. Anyone coming in this city trying to get her is going to have to come at me.”
“Aight,” Svyn said with a smirk. He hadn’t seen this part of Markus in years. It was almost like he’d found his light again. He wasn’t going to mention it though, he would just watch it grow. There was a catch though, Markus’ need to protect what his heart longed for was dangerous territory. Anyone that stood in his way would be dropped.
Markus made sure to change his clothes before leaving to handle the rest of his day. By the time night fall blanketed the city, he was walking through the back of the salon with a bag in his hand. Reign was still hard at work, assisting the other stylist with their clients while her last walk in sat under the dryer.
He strolled through, placing the phone on her station and catching the attention of a nearby stylist.
“You gon’ let me tighten you up, Money?” the stylist flirted.
“Nah, I’m straight,” Markus stated. “You got my money?”
