Page 77 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“Those two haven’t fought since they first started hustlin’. Money don’t take no shit and B and Angel can’t stay out of shit. If you ask me, Money needs to drop the dead wait before we all get caught up in something.”
Postedby the entrance of the threshold of the family room, he refused to sit. He was losing respect for the man who stood by him. Brantley looked different, moved different, and was actively doing shit that went against the code.
“Well, one of you big ass muhfuckas need to start talking,” Aunt G spoke up. “You don’t think we know about this little divide y’all got going on. And Luciano is gone, who do you thinkthat leaves as a target? Huh? We’ve always told y’all you were better together than apart. Divided everything falls. So speak the fuck up!”
Angel looked up at Markus. His nostrils flared as if Markus punched him in the face. “He demoted us!”
“Y’all was fuckin’ around on Luciano’s side killing kids!” Markus shot back. “But now it’s so much fuckin’ more than that. Y’all can’t even handle the street shit. Any niggas looking to get they spots back wouldn’t be fuckin’ up left and right. I’ve been cleaning up your shit left and fucking right for weeks! Bodies dropping for what reason? The only reason you not lying next to them is because Luciano is dead nigga! I told you the fuckin’ plan, I laid that shit out brick for fuckin’ brick you, your wayward ass dick, and your dumbass brother do what y’all always do, fuck it up.”
“I ain’t dumb,” Angel spoke up with a frown.
“No?” Markus asked. “Aight. So Tuesday, when Svyn asked you to handle those niggas in Sunset, what you do?”
Angel looked at Brantley for the answer.
“Why you lookin’ at him? Don’t look at him. What you do with it?” Markus posed.
Angel grumbled, looking at his hands. “I took it to CenterStage.”
“You took it where?” Markus asked as if he didn’t hear them.
“I took it to CenterStage. Fronted some stripper bitches,” Angel answered.
“And you know what I had to do Thursday when the count came up short because your dumbass didn’t do what you were told? I had to send some niggas up there to get my shit. This is a fuckin’ business. This ain’t a charity organization where we give out free work in exchange for some pussy, nigga.”
Brantley glared at the side of his brother’s face.
“Why you lookin’ at him. You were my right hand, that wasn’t for you to start making fuckin’ moves behind my back. I looked into it, did some research, some investigation. That same bitch y’all was in Luciano’s territory fighting over, runnin’ trains on, same bitch you're giving my product to give her stripper friends in the middle of the fuckin’ drought! For free!” Markus bellowed. “You, out of all these niggas in this room, should know how I get down behind my fuckin’ money! You fucked me and thought I wouldn’t find out. If you weren’t my blood, I’d kill you.” Markus pointed two fingers at Brantley.
“Do it then. You big and bad,” Brantley challenged, standing up.
“You think I won’t nigga?” Markus roared.
Aunt Lucille spoke up. “Sit down. You too, Money.”
Markus flexed his jaw before obeying his aunt’s orders.
“You fucked up,” she said to Brantley and Angel, wheezing as she spoke. “It was an easy fix. You’re off the street.”
“Ma!” Brantley bellowed, making Markus pop to his feet again.
“What? No?” Angel whined.
Aunt Lucille held her hand up, giving Markus the sign to stand down. He took his previous position, resting against the threshold. Arms folded and annoyed that instead of enjoying his food, rubbing on his lady's thigh under the table, he was stuck here dealing with the same bullshit from the same set of men.
“You will be where Money is when he tells you to be there. I don’t care if it’s taking the shipment to your aunt. We can’t trust you with shit else, prove us wrong,” Lucille spoke.
“I got it from here, Luci,” Aunt G chimed in. “This business is real shit. Y’all not on the streets playing cocaine cowboys for fun. I work day in and day out to keep them boys in blue off your ass. You’re not going to bring this family down because you can’toperate with your brain. Hear me clear, this is your last time to stress my sister out or to not fuckin’ listen.”
Aunt G looked at her watch and huffed. “Wasting all this time talking to you, and that man is going to be home in an hour. Luci, if they fuck up, call me, I’ll put them down for you.”
She walked toward Markus and looked at him in the eyes, then hugged him muttering, “keep your eyes on them. Where you go they fuckin’ go. I’ll be damned if they fuck up all of our lives. I love you.”
“Love you too, Auntie,” Markus grumbled kissing her cheek. “Get home safe.”
“I will.” Aunt G roamed out of the room, stopping by the kitchen to give Nia and Reign a hug. Markus watched as she whispered something to Nia that made her stiffen. Then she straightened her shoulders and became the wife of police chief Paul Garrett.
Markus moved to Aunt Lucille and helped her to her feet. “You want to get in the bed?”
