Page 5 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“Rock violated. Him and every nigga in the city out that thinks they can touch Money, take them out.”
“Got to move smart out here, auntie. If our connect gets swept up, product is going to be low, territories are going to up for grabs.”
“There’s always another connect. There’s never another reputation. Handle Rock and whoever else thinks that stealing is a survivable option.”
“I hear you, auntie. You cool though, you don’t get tired of that mask and this bed?”
“O helps me around. This bed and this mask is my penance for all the hell I caused in my day. A few good deeds don’t change a bad heart. Outside of that, I’m fine. I’ve lived my life. I got three boys and a head full of memories.”
“O told me B, Angel, and Svyn don’t come by.”
Aunt Lucille grunted. “I suppose this is too much to take in. Their mother laid up hooked up to all these machines.”
“That’s some bullshit. They’re going to bring their asses over here.”
“Don’t force it, Money, they got chips on their shoulders.”
Markus frowned his face up. “For what reason?”
“We chose you over them. Keep your head on a swivel.”
“Pick this useless bitch up,have Camden clean her up. If she dies, drop her ass in the West End River.”
KC looked down at the mess before him and grunted. “What if she doesn’t?”
“Doesn’t what?” Javier gnashed.
“Die,” KC said calmly as he took in Reign’s battered body passed out on the floor.
“Lock her in that fucking room until she looks decent and I’ll deal with it then. She better be muhfuckin’ grateful I don’t have her ass fucking every nigga at the party. Ungrateful bitch,” Javier fussed, as he walked away from KC and an unconscious Reign.
Alone, KC gathered Reign’s limp body from the floor and quickly moved her into an unoccupied room. The staff handled the mess left on the floor as if it were just another day. Typically, that’s how they all seemed to handle things. Javier would fight Reign and very rarely would she fight back. Very rarely would she scream. The staff would stand by as if nothing were happening. If Javier ended up killing her, they would follow his instructions as if it were nothing at all. Another day, another task – something else to discard with the trash.
That was the type of evil he exuded, along with the fact that everyone working for him was here under the guise of debt or extortion. Families ripped apart in his trafficking ring or indebted to him because their loved ones mismanaged his supply. Javier was a gangster by trade but in the southern coast of the country, a kingpin. No Cree Alexander, no Don LeFleur, and no Queenie in all her treachery. But he was menacing in his own right. While other movers and shakers in the country moved with a sense of self and a reason, everything Javier did was erratic and only in his best self-interests.
This party was a show of it. He never cared about Reign’s twenty-sixth birthday, he merely wanted to love bomb her enough to make her compliant. Keep her unsuspecting that her head would be bashed against the marble countertop of the bathroom repeatedly because she didn’t want to snort his product off the mirror or let another couple have her at will. She was easier to control when the diamonds, jewelry, and access were an idol to her. When he was an idol to her. Now, she wanted out of the life, and he wanted her broken and hanging on to his every word for his own sick twisted pleasure.
Without remorse, he roamed back into the bedroom he shared with Reign and finished what he was doing. It was days before he emerged from the room to handle business. In a black and gold robe dragging over the polished floor, his slippers dragging with every step.
A sound KC hated but was alert to. For the staff, it served as an alarm that Javier was awake, and his guest was gone. He still hadn’t bothered to put his eyes on Reign nor had she come out of the bedroom KC placed her in nights ago.
“Morning, Javi,” KC spoke up from his seat at the far end of the island. Hovering over a lukewarm cup of coffee he’d been slowly drinking while managing the tiny fires that sparked over Port Lucia and Ocean City while Javier enjoyed the spoils of Reign’s birthday.
Javier grunted, shuffling past him into the dining room and taking his seat at the head of the table. King-like, but he was far from it. Tyrant was what Javier was. The staff brought in breakfast like they’d done every day since they’d started. KC sat to the right of him and slid the newspaper over.
“There’s been raids all over Majestic Heights,” KC spoke before Javier could fork the eggs into his mouth.
“Ah, yeah. That territory shit. Since every crew here is pussy. Any territory up for grabs?”
“No one else has territory up there from the outside.”
Javier grumbled. “Except that muhfucka Cree.”
KC smirked, holding his comments. No one that moved with Cree or The Family was sloppy. Not even the LeFleur Mafia moved like this. “These raids open up space for us.”
Javier paused slicing his steak to cut KC a look.
“For you. It opens up space for you to move in. Flood the boroughs with your product.”
