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“Yeah. I’m okay, baby. What type of reinforcement?”
“He said something about hiring Watchful Eyes to look out for us. They’re a company in Beaumont and work for the Hendersons, or rather, the Hendersons are one of their clients. The police are pointless. I’ll talk to Dad and Carter to see if they can get in touch with them.”
“Get in touch with who?”
We turned around and saw Dad. Mama went to him and hugged and kissed him. He grabbed her ass right in front of me . . . and a good chunk of it at that. I took a deep breath, not wanting to see that shit. It only reminded me that I ain’t had no ass to grab.
When he pulled away from her, he said, “What’s up, Myth? Get in touch with who?”
“What’s up, Dad? Watchful Eyes. A nigga came here today looking for me. He just left like a couple of minutes before you got here. I’m surprised you didn’t see him.”
“What the fuck? What they want, Mythic?”
“We talked about it the other day. Adrian is saying I owe him more money. I don’t. I was one of his best runners. He ain’t wanting to let me out. I’m not giving him any more money either. Fuck him.”
Before Dad could respond, the doorbell was ringing. I pulled my gun from my waistband and Dad did the same as my mama stepped back toward the staircase. He went to the door, then lowered his weapon and opened it.
“Why the fuck you got yo’ gun drawn?”
Philly and PJ walked in with a Puerto Rican looking nigga and three other niggas with them. They looked at me and saw I had my gun drawn as well.
“A muthafucka was just here not long ago looking for Mythic. Thankfully, he didn’t get crazy with Harper. What’s up? Why y’all here?” my dad asked.
“This is Ali Joseph from Watchful Eyes. He owns the company. This is Seneca, Jungle, and Vegas,” Philly said, pointing to each of them.
I frowned slightly. “Jungle Patterson?” I asked.
He looked right at me with a frown on his face. “You know somethin’ ’bout it?”
“Hell yeah. The Pattersons weren’t to be fucked with. I remember Philly talking about y’all. You a part of Watchful Eyes?” I asked.
“Hell yeah. We done with that drug shit. Ali and Seneca used to run for me, and Vegas was my right hand.”
“So y’all know Adrian?”
“Yeah, we know that muthafucka,” the one introduced as Seneca said.
There was a knock at the door, and Ali said, “That’s Jericho. We might need him.”
My mama went to the door and opened it for him. They exchanged pleasantries, and he joined the crew. Ali introduced him to us. Right after, I said, “I just told my mama that we needed to contact y’all. Thanks for looking out, PJ.”
He patted my back. “They fucking with the wrong ones now. I overheard Shaun talking about getting at’chu tomorrow. I knew I had to bring the guys out here. Y’all my family.”
“So, Jungle, Vegas, and Seneca will be out here constantly. One will follow Harper, another will follow Legend, and one will be on you at all times,” Ali said to me. “Jericho and I will becanvasing the area looking for that nigga. He ain’t never been no good.”
“What about Maui? He knows who she is.”
Ali frowned. “Maui Henderson? Oooooh. You the nigga. Now it all makes sense.”
I lowered my head, then looked away for a second. “I don’t know what all you heard, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t hear that I love that woman. I want her to be safe . . . her and my baby. That nigga Seven too.”
Jericho chuckled and so did Ali. I wasn’t sure what that was about until Seneca said, “Yeah, he got it bad. That shit look familiar.”
I frowned slightly until Philly said, “We done all been there Mythic. Done some fucked up shit, then had to humble ourselves to get our women. I did a year in prison for mine. I’m sure you remember that shit. You were six or so when I got out. That’s what the laughs were about. You’ve changed, and most times when that happens with niggas like us, we can attribute that shit to a woman loving us in our bullshit.”
They all nodded. After his words, I felt like I was in good company. “Hell yeah. I took that bullet in the arm for her. I would have killed Seven before I let him shoot me.”
I flipped the blade in my mouth, and Vegas gave me a one-cheeked smile. “This nigga crazy as fuck,” he said.
