Page 57 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
I didn't remember much and didn't care to. All I remembered was what the hell my mama and sister went through trying to raise us all. My mama had six different baby daddies, and most of them were either dead or in jail. A daddy was like a foreign language in our house, and we’d learned to operate without them.
“Them niggas weren't shit to remember no way. Ion know how you grew up, and I don’t want to downplay your childhood, but just know… you was better off without any of them niggas,” Ezio stated through gritted teeth.
“On foe ’nem,” Vello added as if that was the only thing he could say.
“No cap,” Nel nodded. “We done made them niggas graves fucking porta-potties”
All of their heads whipped in Shio’s direction, who was still looking at his phone. He must have sensed us staring at him because his head shot up and he frowned. “What?”
“Nigga, we bonding over our hate for ghosts, and you in la-la land. Can we get a hell yeah, Amen, or something?” Nel blew out a cloud of smoke. He tried to hand the blunt back to Vello, but he declined.
“Shit starting to taste funny,” he said as his mouth twisted in disgust. “You done with your cup, Tune?”
I handed him the empty Styrofoam cup at my foot. It had been full of Hennessy until I downed it a minute ago. When the nigga spit in it, I glared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“I thought you was done with all that fuckin’ spitting?” his brother asked him as Ezio and Shio started chuckling.
“Shit be coming and going.” He spit again.
“Yeah, just keep yo’ lips off my weed until Discover push out them lil’ gremlins. Yo’ mouth be too fucking wet anyways. Got the blunt soggy as fuck.” Nel flicked the lighter and ran it down the length of the blunt.
Vello huffed before spitting again. “Nigga, we got the same fucking DNA!”
“And! We not munching on the same bitch, though. Ion wanna be tasting Discover. She used to be married to a nigga that slurps dicks for dinner!”
“Hunh?” I was caught off guard like a motherfucker with that one.The confusion was evident on my face. “Mane, what the hell you just say?”
“We got a newcomer to the circle. Let me lay shit out for you…” Nel scooted to the edge of his seat. “Ezio is married to Don’s long-lost sister. Crazy-ass nigga almost killed the girl too. She overdosed and everything.”
“Mane what now?” I asked,making sure I wasn't too high to the point that I was hearing shit.
“Yeah, mayne, he was?—”
I held my hand out. “Take that ye out mane, or don’t say that shit again.”
They all looked at me before Ezio burst out laughing. “Yeah, Nel. Tryna mock this nigga.”
“Shut up before I crush a perk and put it in your cup,” Nel said while Vello laughed and Shio shook his head. “Like I was saying… this nigga was full of the perky erkys, and Jisei fucked ’round and popped a bad batch. Shit was all bad. Thought they was gonna kill this nigga. Anyway, they married now.” Nel shrugged like he hadn't just told me a whole-ass urban fiction storyline in less than three seconds.
Ezio, with his mug on, looked like he wanted to knock Nel’s ass out. He’d just been laughing, but I guess the memory of what went down had him in his feelings.
“And my brother here, fell in love with orphan Annie. Come to find out, she was married to the other mobster, who so happens to be our ally, and the nigga takes it in the ass. They got a divorce, though, and now… my brother expecting twins by a bitch he really slick can’t afford. It’s cool. I can lend you loan or sum’n, Twin.” Nel laughed before coughing—an indication that he’d swallowed too much smoke.
Vello didn't take his identical twin's words to heart. Instead, he smirked and flipped him the middle finger. “I can afford my bitchandyours, too, nigga. Better ask about yo’ big brother.”
“Oh, and his pregnant girlfriend is also Essex’s baby mama. First baby mama, that is. You know what they say about the BMs and BDs…” Nel kept stirring the pot, and at this point, I had chuckled a few times.
“Shut the fuck up, Nel! Yo’ messy ass telling everybody business but yo’ own. Tell Tune how you fuckin’ on yo’ cousin.”
“Oh, hell nawl! On God?” I blurted in disbelief. My head was whipping back and forward between all four of these niggas. I didn’t know what the fuck Shio had dragged me into, but this shit was entertaining as fuck.
“And that same gay mobster, who is a Don that he’s talking about, is about to be his father-in-law. The nigga lived in his house for like six months straight.” Vello grinned, knowing he’d poked a bear.
“Nigga! You got me fucked up! I lived in his house on theother sideof the compound while fuckin’ his daughter every gotdamn night. Get that shit right.”
“So… you do fuck with yo’ cousin?” I asked, and the room went silent.
I tried to remember if I saw him interact with anybody at the Sniff-and-Sip, but came up short. I wasn’t watching niggas love connections; I was trying to put faces with names and feel themob out. Plus, Glow may have caught my eye a time or two. She was just too fucking pretty. How could she not?
