Chapter 3 Bentley #3
“Again?” I pulled my gun from my waist gripping it tightly.
“Yeah, again.” He wasn’t backing down. He was standing tall with his head held high and that was the most heart I’d saw in this nigga in a long time.
Cocking my shit, I said, “Come holla at me then.” I had no problem dropping his ass where he stood.
Kong gave the crowd his back to speak to me. “Not right now Bent. It’s way too many eyes, and we don’t know what these niggas will do or say for real.”
He was the levelheaded one, yet everybody feared him because he was with the shits. Lil’ did they know, it was me that had to be talked down all the damn time. He saved a lot of niggas in this room, and they didn’t have a clue about it. One day they’d thank him.
“Fuck you, nigga,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I’m married, but I might give you a go in another life. You kinda cute,” he jested causing me to chuckle and loosen up a lil’ bit.
“I done told you ‘bout that gay shit. Handle him while I talk to these niggas right quick. I’ll be in the office in a minute, and Kong, I ain’t handling yo’ job nigga.” All the crew needed to know was who the head nigga in charge was and that was it. Conversation flowed through Kong, not me.
“Nigga it’s yo’ empire. You can say a lil’ somethin’, somethin’ some damn time,” he threw back.
“You heard what the fuck I said.”
Kong shook his head and met Enzo at the top of the steps. He pushed Enzo toward the offices before he could rattle off two words to me. Once he was secured and out the way, I addressed the crew. I wasn’t up for games today either, so I was straight to the point with everything I said.
“Who ain’t checked in yet?” I inquired.
Manny who was now over Zone Four raised his hand. I expected nothing less. It was good to see he knew the rules. That bread and product had to be approved first. It was too much being given and too much taken.
“We was waiting on you or Kong, boss,” he answered.
Nodding, I gestured for them to enter check in and each one of his zone members hoisted a backpack. From the thirty muthafuckas heading inside, I was sure the count was anywhere between a quarter and half a mill. The thought of the bread flowing through the money counters lowkey made my dick hard.
“Anybody else?” When no one answered, I continued with, “Cool. Any nigga in here got an issue that needs to be handled? Any family problems? Any school problems? Speak up.”
I was quiet and out the way, but I ran my shit on a strict program.
When issues occurred, the priorities shifted.
Working for me should’ve been at the top of the list every time.
All that personal shit came afterward. If you had problems at home, you slacked with my shit, which opened a window for the FEDs. I wasn’t going for none of that.
A few niggas raised their hands and Kong stepped back in to address them. “Take a seat in the lounge. We’ll get to you.”
We exchanged a small nod before I walked away. It was only two offices in the building. Kong’s and mine. I was quite sure Kong took him to his speaking that I wasn’t fuckin’ with Enzo in any shape or form.
Opening the office door, I found the nigga on the wrong side of the desk.
Why he was rummaging through Kong shit, had me perplexed as fuck.
I entered the room as quietly as I could.
His dumbass was so focused on looking for whatever the fuck he initially came here for to notice he was being watched.
With my gun still in hand, I tapped on the frame of the door asking, “Did you find it? I can call Kong back so he can help you look for it.”
Of course, the nigga was startled at the sound of my voice.
He looked like he could shit bricks right about now.
That devious grin that surfaced from time to time had appeared.
I hadn’t caught a body in such a long time, and I was well overdue.
Enzo just so happen to be the nigga I couldn’t shake. It was ‘bout that time to put him down.
“Nah, I was just looking for an ink pen. One with color that is,” he lied. He couldn’t save face with me. I was smarter than that and he knew it.
“Shit, I can get you a red one right now.” Without hesitation, I let one off hitting him in his shoulder. “Catch that ink before it dry nigga.”
“Fuck! What the fuck wrong with you Bent? This shit hurt nigga!” he shouted.
“I wouldn’t know nothing ‘bout that. Niggas don’t play with me like that. The fuck you want to holla at me ‘bout? When you left Sin leaking was the conversation not done then? What more you got to say to me pussy?” I wasn’t curious in the slightest. I truly didn’t give a fuck.
He was groaning in pain as I entered Kong’s office completely.
Shutting the door behind me, u leaned against the wall waiting for his sad ass lies to flow.
He ain’t showed his face ‘round these parts in a long time, he had to know his privileges as a lieutenant was null and fuckin’ void.
Hell, getting beat down with a pistol should’ve told him right then and there this shit was over.
“I got shit to handle Bent. You can’t let me go. My sister having a baby and my mama need surgery. Give a nigga a break man,” he whined.
“You had a hell of a vacation. I ain’t bother you one fuckin’ time while you left my shit unattended. The nerve of a nigga to come up in this bitch like I did you wrong.”
“You kickin’ me to the curb like I ain’t brought you in millions nigga. That’s my name out there keeping them fiends happy. They come to me, not you!”
Nigga, is you slow?
“Damn, so I need to be thanking you is what you saying?” I eased off the wall and started taking subtle steps toward him. My blood boiled the entire time.
“Hell yeah. It’s my zone that’s holding shit down!”
Nodding, I rounded the desk, and the butt of my gun was back in his mouth at the drop of a dime. This time, I had something to say while beating his ass though.
“You gon’ learn to stop hollerin’ at me bitch ass nigga,” I spoke through gritted teeth.
He was putting up a fight this go ‘round. I was bigger in height, but he had me in weight. His muscle mass was definitely bigger than mine. However, he couldn’t do nothing with me. I’d already knocked a few screws loose from compliments of my Glock.
“Fuck you!”
I hit that nigga in the mouth so hard he finally hit the floor. “Now it’s fuck me, but you want my help. Get the fuck up out my shit Enzo. This my last time sparing you,” I said followed up by a few more blows to the head.
“Man fuck. I can’t leave y’all niggas alone for a minute!” Kong shouted running through the door. He quickly pulled me off that bitch nigga and pushed me into the wall. “Kill the nigga already or leave his ass the fuck alone. You see he ain’t no match for you.”
Pushing Kong off me, my Glock was at his dome next. Bloody and all. “Touch me one more fuckin’ time and see if you and that nigga don’t share a grave,” I threatened.
He backed up with his hands up silently saying, you got it. He wore a smirk, so I knew he wasn’t taking this shit to heart. I hated being interrupted when I was handling business. Kong never liked for me to get my hands dirty but knew I would without a second thought.
“One or the other nigga, that’s all I’m saying,” he advised.
“It won’t be a third Kong. Handle that fuck nigga,” I ordered.
“I got it,” he said stepping backward in Enzo’s direction.
Walking through the joint door that connected our offices, I headed for my bathroom to clean myself up.
Enzo’s blood covered my hands like a second skin at this point.
I wasn’t up for the games… ever. He knew it and still tested his luck.
Shit, if I was being stripped of my rank and bread, I’d prolly be making a fuss too.
By the time I walked out the bathroom, Kong was pouring himself a drink. He looked at me and shook his head while releasing a hearty laugh. He was always tickled when I ain’t ever find shit funny.
“Keep trying to be captain save a hoe,” I said.
“You the only hoe I’m saving nigga. Why you keep doing these niggas like that? They just trying to make some bread.”
“Burger King always hiring. He better get right,” I said taking a seat at my desk.
“Nigga you hell. Why you here anyway? You ain’t ever here for check-ins.”
“I needed to holla at you ‘bout this wild ass shit Daisy done let me in on. Rhema’s mama passed and she was the guardian over my mama’s estate.
Some nigga named Yonnis Taylor wrote a letter telling me to come claim that shit.
” I kept it brief cause the walls had ears. I knew better than to say too much.
Kong’s face expressed the same look I did after I read the letters for myself. I was confused but also not in a rush to claim shit. I had more than enough attached to my name and that ten million was made in a quarter of the year. Daisy told no lies on it being chump change.
“So, what’s up? You gon’ claim that shit or nah? I mean, you already reaped off Bentayga, why not add yo’ mama to the mix. It’s definitely dope to hear she ain’t leave you out this bitch empty handed though. She thought ‘bout you and that’s more than what I can say ‘bout mine,” he vented.
Kong’s parents were products of the street.
Hell, if I was being all the way one hunnid, they were part of the long list of fiends getting served.
One hit of the rock and they was hooked like a fish.
He played like he wasn’t hurt by their choices, but I knew better.
To have them still alive yet never get to hold conversation was hurtful.
His last time hearing I love you from them was when he was in grade school. All he had was me and Daisy as family.
“You ever heard of Sage Springs?”
“Hell nah. Shit sound like some countryside town. The fuck is in Sage Springs?”
“Apparently my mama side of the family. I asked Daisy ‘bout it but all she said was it was hell on earth. I ain’t trying to step into enemy territory without knowing what I’m dealing with.”
I knew all too well how that shit felt. Over the years of my reign, I done had plenty of uninvited guests try to claim what was mine. Each and every single one of them left in a box. I wasn’t looking forward to that same fate by visiting fuck ass Sage Springs.
“Then don’t go. Have them niggas come to you then,” he replied.
“I thought on that too, but I’m real private ‘bout my shit. I don’t want my shit touched in any way shape or form.
The papers in the car. When we finished with the check ins, walk with me to it so you can see the letters and shit.
If I do go out there Kong, I need you to run this thang with a fine tooth comb. ”
“Nigga, that’s always. I ain’t going against the grain, my brotha, or the set. You already know how I’m coming. If you do go, when you plan on leaving?”
“Shit, prolly within the next week or two. I’ll let you know fa sho after I hit up Yonnis.”
“Who the fuck is Yonnis?” Kong asked with dipped brows.
“The Atkins family attorney. You think I should get Windale in on this too?” Windale Simmons was both me and Kong’s attorney. He was who got us out of trouble whenever it occurred.
“Run it by him, but I don’t think he’s needed. This shit lowkey sound legit. Damn, my fault. Condolences to you and your family on your loss my nigga.”
I waved him off. “I don’t need them. I don’t know shit ‘bout them folk and really don’t care to know. I just want what my mama left, and I’ll be back in Florida living the life they built for me,” I reassured him.
Didn’t shit sound pleasing about Sage Springs.
My mama ran from that place and my aunt had nothing nice to say about it.
I’d be a damned fool to think otherwise.
I was gon’ go see what Yonnis was talking ‘bout, claim Rhema’s properties and inheritance, then get the fuck on. It was as simple as that.
“You sure ‘bout going on yo’ own? I can go with you if need be.”
“Nah, I need you where I need you. I can handle me, believe that.”
He handed over a glass of cognac and we touched glasses.
I trusted him to manage the crew. He did it on a daily basis so at least I was comfortable in that area.
Visiting an unknown place had me nervous as fuck though.
I couldn’t lie. Daisy said my uncle Royce was mean as a snake and my mama had a love hate relationship with him.
I couldn’t help but wonder how he planned on stepping when I touched foot on his grounds.
Smiling, I said, “I’m ‘bout to wreak havoc. I can feel it.”