Page 79 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“You know she’s not making it to the end of the year,” Nia shared.
Markus nodded. “I know. She’s worse off than she was a week ago.”
“And the week before that. Maybe we need to make this a thing. Even if that means sitting at the table with Bevues and Butthead,” Nia grumbled. “Putting them back into the mix of business is going to fuck our shit up.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I need you to stay with Reign while we handle this business in the Port. I’ve taught her how toshoot, but I don’t want her alone in the event them niggas up to some bullshit. Where Cyn been?”
Nia shrugged her face, frowning. “Ain’t heard from her. I might need to pull up on her and find out what’s up.”
“You should do that, let me know how that shit goes. Everything from this point forward, say nothing, watch everything, trust nobody outside the four of us. Those niggas is plottin’ on me. The first chance they get, they’re taking that shot.”
“What are you going to do?”
“First, take Luciano’s shit, get them niggas on payroll. The floodgates are about to open. I need bodies. You can get my lady home?”
“Yeah, I got you.”
Markus moved into the living room and announced he was heading out. A kiss and a promise to be back to see his aunt, a hug and a kiss for Ms. Ophelia. For Reign, a long hug and his series of kisses to her face.
“Should I wait up?” she asked softly.
“Mm mm. I’ll be there in the morning to take you to the salon after I feed you,” he shared.
Her reply was soft. “Okay. Be safe.”
“I’m coming home,” he assured placing a final kiss to her face. “Lock up, put the alarm on.”
“I will.”
With that, Markus pulled himself away from her. “Svyn, let’s ride.”
“What the fuck was that?”Brantley asked, shoving his brother.
Angel was smaller in height and size, but when it came to Brantley, he’d fight until he was tired of the shoving. Up until recently, Markus had been the one to block the bullying from older brother to younger. Markus didn’t like bullying. Hebelieved that people deserved respect. They only lost that when they crossed him.
Angel shoved him back. “The nigga asked me. You think I wanted him to fuck me up to? In mommas house? You know how she feels about us fighting nigga.”
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that!” Brantley bellowed, huffing and puffing like a bull. “That nigga is trying to starve us! Us! Me! Choosing that nigga Svyn over us. And this bitch he got filling his head up.”
Angel fixed his sweatshirt and kissed his teeth. “She don’t have shit to do with this.”
“But she got that nigga heart. I want everything the nigga touches. His territories, his supplier. I want Majestic Heights,” Brantley spoke. “This takeover was so much easier when he was drinkin’ and smokin’ with us. Did you see him? He not even on the percs no more. We were so fuckin’ close to having it all.”
“We got to play this cool,” Angel spoke up, being the voice of reason. “We can’t touch Reign, he’ll lose his mind. You’ve seen that nigga. You know he won’t blink twice when he puts us down. We got to play this smart.”
Angel looked around as Brantley sparked his blunt. “Nah, we gon play this how I say we gon’ play this.” Angel heard Brantley’s words but was distracted by G approaching.
“This nigga. The fuck he doing here?” Angel asked, remembering how much shit being around G caused in the first place.
“’Cause I called him,” Brantley replied. “You don’t need to say shit, just go along with it.”
Everything in Angel’s body writhed at the thought of going along with it. It was becoming clearer to Angel that he was following his brother down a path to nowhere. The fact that G was walking around untouched only meant one thing: Markuswas saving him for a time he could benefit from his death. That was a dead man walking.
“Y’all crazy ass cousin ain’t gon show up, is he?” G asked, looking around. “That nigga been too quiet.”
Brantley scoffed. “He got some new pussy. I’m gon’ need you to handle that.”
“Like I did Neveah?” G asked with a raised brow.
