Page 9 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“What’s got you so tight, nigga?” Svyn questioned.
“Fuck you mean?” Markus quipped.
Svyn chuckled giving his childhood friend a once over. “Nigga, you look like your opp is fuckin’ your bitch.”
“That shit is highly likely,” Markus pulled his phone out and navigated to the video Nia sent him earlier. “What that shit look like?”
Svyn surveyed the video of Neveah backing her ass up and grinding against G without a care in the word. “Like they fuckin’.”
“Like her ass didn’t get home until an hour and a half ago, lookin’ and smelling like that muhfucka fucked the shit out of her. Walking back in my shit like I was bothering her.”
“What you gon’ do about that? G violated on purpose. All this shit is about to get hot. Rock and G. You know what this means?”
“Bodies about to drop. Rock, G, and whoever else gets in my way,” Markus chuckled. “As far as Neveah is concerned, that bitch is gon’ be out my shit by tonight. That’s if Nia don’t drown her in the shampoo bowl before then.”
Svyn smirked, the thought of Nia’s mean ass softening his features for a split second. “She’s most definitely going to drown her ass in the shampoo bowl. Then look at her like yeah bitch I’ll do it again.”
“Whatever you fucked up with her, you need to un-fuck it,” Markus replied. “She cussed my ass out this morning like I’m her nigga.”
“I ain’t fuck up nothing. Nia don’t know how accept shit and that’s your fuckin’ fault.”
That was true. As much as Markus made sure his boys were good, he did twice as much for his sister.
“Take that shit to her. Make her accept that. I’m going to make sure the other spot is stashed, especially since Neveah ain’t good for shit but a fuckin’ headache.”
“You the one that put her up like you were about to wife her ass.”
“Wild nigga doing wild nigga shit. Anyway, get that over to her before she calls and cusses me out again. I’m headed to the spot in UC.”
“Bet.”
Markus and Svyn were separated until they were walking out of the warehouse to separate cars.
“Take her some food so she at least lets you hang out before kicking your ass out her shop,” Markus threw over his shoulder before the revving of an engine grabbed his attention. That bright orange Hellcat racing his way. “Syv!”
Markus dropped the boxes he was holding and pulled his gun out, Svyn did the same. Shots were fired from Markus and everyone running out the warehouse as back up. Rock sped past firing one hopeful shot at Markus, piercing his shoulder.
“Agh fuck!” he grimaced into the air. “I got that nigga!”
Svyn heard the command and unloaded his clip into the back of the Hellcat sending Rock crashing into a concrete beam. Shot and blood trickling from his shoulder, Markus was driven by pure adrenaline as he ran down toward the car. Rock staggered out of the car, the right side of his head gashed open from the crash.
Markus fired a shot through his kneecap. Rock dropped to the ground, his gun dropping in the process.
“Fuck you,” he spat as Markus appeared over him.
“Only took you a couple of days for your balls to drop, to bad it’s the same day you fuckin’ die,” Markus gritted.
“That’ why G is fuckin’ your bitch,” Rock replied before a bullet fired through his penis. A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air.
Markus could’ve shot him in the head and saved himself the dramatics, but Rock used to be one of his top runners. He needed to show the rest of them that Money was to never be fucked with. “Fuck you, fuck that nigga, and fuck that bitch.”
The statement was punctuated with a bullet through his skull.
Markus turned with a blood-stained shoulder and looked at his runners. “Clean this shit up.”
Svyn didn’t say a word to Markus until they were alone at his car. “I’ll call Cyn.”
“Take that shit to the shop, have one of those capable niggas get this to UC.”
