Page 7 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“W-why?’ Reign questioned.
“I want you to sleep with the mayor, record it, send it back to me and maybe then I’ll forgive you for the bullshit you pulled.”
Reign finally looked at him, purposely dimming the light in her eyes. “Okay.”
Javier leaned back in victory. “Countless ass whooping’s and you finally get it. Keep Javi happy, I keep you happy. Go, get out my face. I can’t stand the sight of you.”
Reign stood and walked away, Camden on her heels.
Javier turned his attention to KC. “If you touch her while up there, I will kill her in front of you like I did the last one. Whenshe gets that nigga, you stand there and fuckin’ watch until the deed is done. I want that territory.”
“Markus!”Nia’s voice came through the phone like a storm. “Where the fuck is my shipment? I have three salons that are out of relaxer, no damn shampoo. Neveah was supposed to be here hours ago with my shit.”
“Who the fuck you talkin’ to Nia?” Markus semi-barked back.
“You, nigga! I have clients who can’t get their hair washed, pressed, dyed – nothing. I told you once and I’ve told you twice,kick that hoe to the fuckin’ curb. she’s fuckin’ up our money. Y’all too busy in the club and not focused on business,” Nia continued to fuss.
“One thing at a fuckin’ time, shit I just got up. Who the fuck is y’all?” Markus finally sat completely up on the couch he had crashed on the night before.
“I’m sending the videos now. Look closely at this shit too. B, Angel, Neveah partying with G like we cool with Luciano and the West Side. I’m telling you, Markus, she’s bad fucking news,” Nia pressed.
Nia was the most valuable asset he had on his team. She saw everything and heard everything. It was needed because her brother was hyper-focused. So much so, it didn’t faze him that Neveah wasn’t home when he got here. If anything, he was thankful for a night’s rest without her begging for sex.
Markus dragged his tired body out of the living room to the kitchen, where he could hear Neveah fumbling with the front door. “I’ll get your shipment. Everything is in the warehouse. Got there about two in the morning. I’ll make sure you get it.”
“You got an hour, Money, or I’m coming up there and I’m getting it myself,” Nia threatened.
“Who the fuck is afraid of you?”
“You and all your niggas,” she sniped.
“Those niggas are your cousins. Well, not Svyn…”
“And fuck him too. Get me my shit, Money,” Nia emphasized before hanging up.
“Yo, she got to watch her mouth,” he grumbled, opening the fridge. He only found a couple bottles of water and take out Neveah ordered earlier in the week. Pulling in a sharp inhale, the sounds of Neveah finally entering the house spiked his frustration higher.
“Where you comin’ from?” Markus questioned as Neveah stumbled toward the stairs.
She paused as if she hadn’t had time to formulate her lie through and through. He could smell her before he saw her. The chiming from his phone on the counter indicated that Nia sent over the videos she was fussing about. Markus couldn’t handle the twenty-five things she shouted, Neveah, and the video. One thing at a time. First, putting his eyes on the woman who was supposed to be taking care of the house and the minimal amount of things she begged for.
The house hadn’t been cleaned, no groceries, no shipment delivered, but she could roam about freely, could spend money, could party all night on his dime. Nia was right and she only solidified what he knew.
He closed the door to the fridge and studied Neveah. The mini dress she wore twisted as if she threw it on in a frenzy. Makeup smeared, hair a mess. Liquor oozing from her pores and the lingering scent of cologne. He’d never been naïve but he never reacted without all the facts.
“Angel threw a party, I went. What’s the problem?” she sassed, as though Markus was the one causing her grief.
Licking his dry lips he replied, thick brows barely furrowing. “It’s Friday morning. Where the fuck were you supposed to be?”
Neveah shifted her weight from one heeled foot to another and crossed her arms. “I don’t know. Why are you asking me all these questions?”
“Nia’s been waiting on you all morning for a shipment.”
“Ah, damn, that was today and I need my hair done too,” Neveah groaned. “Fine, I’ll change and go.”
“Nah, don’t. I got it.”
“Moneyyy,” she whined, trying to soothe his flame. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just needed to blow off some steam. I sit in this house all day alone and I-”
